Be careful?
Kurt Horton was stunned.
But the young noble, who wasn't an idiot, quickly reacted to the situation. He nodded at Kieran in gratitude and pushed the door open.
Outside the carriage, Pol was still surrounded by soldiers.
"I really don't mean any harm.
I won't cause any trouble.
I'm just a legitimate businessman. "
Pol explained to Kurt Horton with a bitter smile.
The soldiers around him also looked at Kurt Horton, waiting for his order.
Kurt Horton, who was on high alert but didn't show any of it on his face, waved his hand.
"It's fine, he …"
Bang!
Before the young noble could finish his words, a soldier suddenly pulled the trigger.
The muzzle of the musket spat out sparks and the bullet was fired at the young noble.
Kurt Horton, on the other hand, seemed to have predicted the move. The moment the soldier pulled the trigger, Kurt Horton moved aside and pulled out his short gun, pulling the trigger.
Bang!
It was obviously not a common gun, the speed at which the bullet was fired was much faster than a common man's.
The moment the gun was fired, the soldier who fired the shot fell to the ground.
Blood gushed out from his chest.
However, he didn't die.
After he fell to the ground, he rolled on the ground and wanted to dash into the convoy.
He wanted to create chaos and escape.
But Kurt Horton was faster.
Bang!
The young noble didn't need to reload, he pulled the trigger again.
The muzzle wasn't aimed at the assassin, instead, it was slightly moved forward. However, when the bullet was fired, it hit the assassin.
Obviously, other than the speed of the bullet, the gun also had a continuous firing function.
The assassin fell to the ground again and didn't get up again.
Kurt Horton waved his hand.
The soldiers around him, who were still in shock, quickly came back to their senses and surrounded the fallen soldier … No, the assassin.
Those who weren't too stupid had already guessed the cause of the matter at this time.
Kate Harl wasn't the real target.
Kurt Horton was.
However, this lord was prepared, and the other party's plan fell through.
The soldiers couldn't help but look at Kuer Horton with admiration.
Pol was also shocked.
He looked at Kurt Wharton in astonishment. But immediately, Pol looked at the carriage. He thought it had something to do with Kieran.
At this time, the assassin on the ground was tied up.
"Is it him?"
Kurt asked Pol.
"No."
"His body is thinner than his, his cheeks are longer, and his eyes are different."
Pol answered with certainty.
Although the distance was a little far, Pol was confident that he would not be mistaken.
"Is that so?"
"The division of labor is very clear."
With a slightly ruminating tone, Kurt Horton swung his gun and smashed the assassin's face. The assassin fell to the ground, spitting out all his teeth.
"Check his body again to see if he has any of those poisons."
"Then get a doctor to treat him."
"I hope nothing bad will happen to him."
Kurt Horton said to the interrogators in uniform who ran over because of another accident.
"Yes, Sir Horton."
The leader of the interrogators promised.
Then, a syringe appeared in the leader's hand and he plunged it into the assassin's neck.
Immediately, the struggling assassins stopped moving. Other than the fact that they were still breathing, they were as good as dead.
The assassin was then carried away by the interrogators.
The group of soldiers followed.
They would be questioned by the interrogators as well.
After all, the interrogators had checked the assassin, he didn't put on any makeup or alter his face. The assassin's face was his own.
In simple words, the assassin was a spy hidden among the soldiers.
It was natural for the interrogators to question the soldiers who were in the same group as the assassin to see if there were any clues.
Kurt Horton knew the chances were slim.
Even so, he didn't mind.
It wasn't just because it was a necessary procedure, it was also because everyone wanted to try their luck.
However, he was very glad that he didn't have such wishful thinking in the face of real danger. Otherwise, he would be the one being carried away at this time.
Turning around, Kurt Horton went back to the wagon.
This time, the young noble was much more polite than before.
He knew if it wasn't for Kieran, the situation would have been much worse.
He knocked on the carriage door.
Knock, Knock, Knock.
"Come in."
Kieran's voice sounded again.
After Kuer Horton entered the carriage, he bowed and saluted.
Although it was awkward to do so in the carriage, the young noble insisted on finishing it and expressed his gratitude.
"Thank you.
"I know that these words cannot express my gratitude."
So, if you run into any trouble in Aïtantin Castle and it's inconvenient for you to deal with it, you can always come to Marquis Horton Mansion to look for me.
I will do my best to help you. "
The young noble gave a promise that seemed to have no upper limit.
Kieran looked at the young noble and shook his head.
"It's not necessary.
You've thanked me before.
They taste quite nice. "
Kieran pointed at the candies from Snowy Owl Candy House on the table. The packaging was opened, revealing the red, green, blue and yellow candies inside.
Each of the candies was round in the shape of a jelly bean, sparkling and translucent, reflecting a different kind of shine under the sun.
Kieran picked up a red jelly bean and put it in his mouth.
A faint watermelon taste.
The sweetness was strong but not overwhelming.
It seemed like the candies from Snowy Owl Candy House weren't just for show.
The young noble was stunned when he saw Kieran's reaction.
Then, as if he thought of something, the young noble shook his head helplessly.
"Everything is up to your will.
But my promise is still valid. "
The young noble said.
Then, he bowed again, indicating that he was leaving.
Kieran didn't stop the young noble, he saw him off.
He didn't have the slightest intention to make the young noble stay.
As for the promise?
It might not be a problem for normal things but if it was something that exceeded the young noble's imagination, it would be useless. So, Kieran wouldn't be moved by a promise that seemed to have no upper limit.
One must not only be careful.
One must also know one's own limits.
Both were necessary.
Pol returned to the carriage and looked at the candies on the table, he couldn't help but smile.
Everything was as he expected, Kurt Horton had gotten some pointers from Kieran.
"What a lucky fella!
I'm a little jealous! "
Pol said.
However, despite his words, Pol copied Kieran and leaned back on the soft cushion.
As for more?
Maybe he could use Kurt Horton's relationship to solve the problem at hand?
Pol didn't even think about it.
He knew what kind of attitude Kurt Horton had towards a businessman.
Maybe he would give him special treatment because he was travelling with Kieran, but there would be a limit.
Unless …
He could pull Kieran into Kieran's camp.
But was it possible?
Pol didn't want to ruin his good relationship with Kieran.
Once it was ruined, no amount of Gold Purton could make up for it.
As for Gold Purton?
He would find a way to solve it.
After all, Aïtantin Castle was a big place, there must be some dark corners, right?
After making up his mind, Pol let go of the anxiety in his heart and placed the teapot on top of the stove again.
While waiting for the water to boil, Pol was chatting casually with his relaxed state of mind.
"Aïtantin Castle is much more dangerous than I thought.
It's not just those two.
There are also undercurrents brewing in the dark.
A marquis heir was almost killed in front of me. Fortunately, he didn't die, otherwise, our trip to Aïtantin Castle would have ended before it even started. "
"Corin, who do you think wants that young noble's life?"
"Marquis Horton's enemy?"
"Or those …"
"Those who oppose the king's decree?"
As he spoke, Pol couldn't help but straighten his body.
Aïtantin VI's new decree was not without opposition.
However, to those who opposed the decree, directly going against Aïtantin VI wasn't a good idea.
However, it was inevitable for them to do something behind the scenes.
As a loyal follower of the king, Marquis Horton was a decent target.
It wasn't just because Marquis Horton was loyal to the king, it was also because he was the financial adjutant of Aïtantin Castle. There were even rumors saying that Marquis Horton was the one who suggested the new decree.
Given the circumstances, one could easily imagine Marquis Horton's predicament.
"It's possible."
"But it's unlikely."
"It's too obvious. Although it's a deterrent, it will only blow things up. I don't think those old nobles are willing to do it, they are more after benefits."
"But …"
"There is one who is willing to do it."
Kieran voiced his opinion.
Pol had mentioned the situation in Aïtantin Castle more than once during chats. Combined with the information he collected during normal times, the scene that happened just now wasn't that hard to explain.
Pol reacted to the situation right away.
"You are saying, the king?"
Pol lowered his voice.
"Mm."
Kieran nodded slightly.
Only the king, the one who issued the new decree, would want the matter to blow up. Only by doing so, the king would have a proper reason to deal with those who disobeyed him.
"This isn't right!
Marquis Horton is one of us.
Even if it's the ruse of self-injury, isn't it too much to pay? "
Pol frowned.
"Since the ruse of self-injury is necessary, the bigger the price, the more real it will be."
Kieran said calmly.
When he was in the carriage, he clearly felt the faint killer intent outside. That faint feeling told Kieran that it wasn't targeted at him.
So, without his reminder, the assassin who disguised himself as a soldier would have a high chance of severely injuring Kurt Horton.
As for killing him?
It wasn't possible.
Based on his Intuition, Kieran was sure that the young noble had at least three magical items on him and one of them must be a life-saving item.
Pol didn't have Kieran's powerful Intuition but he could speculate something similar.
"Kurt Horton will die?
No, that's not right.
As the heir to the marquis title, he must have one or two life-saving items on him.
So, the final outcome would be Kurt Horton getting heavily injured.
Old Warton went to the king to complain.
Then, the king was enraged and started to investigate the whole incident. "
"Hold on!
Now that we've messed up the king's plan, will he come after us? "
Pol then looked at Kieran with an anxious expression.
Pol knew the rumors about Aïtantin VI, so he would never want to become the king's enemy.
From a certain aspect, offending Aïtantin VI was scarier than offending the War Shrine or Lady Calamity.
The whole Aïtantin Kingdom belonged to the king in name.
All the people had to be loyal to their king.
A portion of the loyal people were believers.
In simple words, Aïtantin VI had a lot of followers.
Perhaps the number of powerhouses he had wasn't as many as the two Gods but he definitely had the power to put his enemies in a tight spot inside Aïtantin Castle.
Pol didn't want to face such an outcome.
"No.
"What they want is for this to happen."
He doesn't want Kurt Horton to die or get severely injured.
More so, someone is already dead. "
Kieran shook his head.
"You are talking about Kate Harl?"
"Yes.
"The person behind Kate Howl should be that old Marquis Horton."
"That's the only way Kuer Horton would appear the moment he was assassinated."
Otherwise, given his identity, unless it was a noble being assassinated, he wouldn't show himself. "
Kieran said slowly.
Pol heaved a breath of relief after hearing Kieran's explanation.
Pol wasn't surprised by Kieran's sharp senses.
From a certain aspect, Pol believed Kieran was the real Flaming Devil.
Among the lone wolves, those who relied on brute force without brains would find it hard to continue even if they were lucky enough to pass the newbie round.
Brains and strength were both indispensable!
As for why the Flaming Devil liked to solve problems with brute force?
It was because it was easier to solve problems with brute force than brains!
With the guesses in his heart, Pol picked up the teapot and started to pour tea for Kieran.
At this moment, the carriage started moving again.
After all the interrogators had left, the gate of Aïtantin Castle returned to normal.
Under normal circumstances, the wagon moved very fast.
About half an hour later, Borl's carriage was allowed to pass.
The soldiers weren't idiots.
The previous scene was enough to tell them that the person inside the castle wasn't someone they could mess with.
The castle gate was half a meter thick.
The thickness of the castle walls was 40 meters.
When the wagon entered the castle, it felt like it was entering a tunnel.
On both sides of the wall, every 5 meters, there was a torch.
The torch flickered.
The shadows moved.
A figure was hidden in the shadows. He stared at the carriage and muttered unconsciously.
"Snake school? Snake school? "
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