The Dean Has Arrived

Ryan Cutler shivered, and suddenly woke up from his sleep.

"Hiss..." But before he got up, he covered his forehead.

Excessive drinking at the celebration banquet has left him with a splitting headache and a hangover.

Night fell early in the winter, and it was pitch black outside the carriage.

While the Aveland Performing Arts Conference attracted many tourists, it also made all the hotels in this small town full. Even their benefactor of the Cutler Performing Arts Troupe, the mysterious troubadour, paid three times the room rate. The money was used to get two empty rooms that were checked out.

Fortunately, as a performing arts troupe traveling across the eastern plains, Ryan didn't mind sleeping in his own small car with his wife... especially when there were still trophies from previous performing arts conferences in the car.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man raised his head, looking at the gold-plated trophy with mixed feelings in his heart.

Originally, their performing arts troupe's participation in the competition was just a whim and a little fluke. Even though he was very satisfied with the dance choreographed by his wife, he knew very well how many performing arts troupes were interested in the honor of winning the competition and the one hundred gold coins. The huge bonus is eyeing.

After the dancers of his performing arts troupe were scooped up by the Ross performing arts troupe, he sadly realized the helplessness and humiliation of his poor little performing arts troupe.

Ross wanted to buy his own performing arts troupe, but Ryan knew very well that the other party's goal was not Cutler's small and broken performing arts troupe, but his wife.

Turning his eyes back to the face of his wife who was still sleeping, Ryan's expression softened a little.

He was just an ordinary man with no special talent, and she was the daughter of a small nobleman. After they fell in love, it took them a long time to get together, and even caused his wife to break with the family. No longer has the surname that once made her proud.

From being well-clothed and well-fed to being frugal now, from being carefree to now worrying about making a living, even the white and tender hands are covered with calluses due to long-term housework and hard work, and are no longer slender and tender.

However, his wife never said anything, and has been silently giving.

So even if it is for her, I must work harder.

Ryan touched the leather pocket in his arms, which contained ninety gold coins as a bonus—for some reason, the puppeteer girl said that she had gained enough this time. So only ten pieces were taken, and the mysterious troubadour refused the gift of gold coins after accepting a gem of poor quality.

This made Ryan happy and a little uneasy at the same time.

Ninety gold coins—this huge sum of money is enough to buy a small performing arts troupe the size of the Cutler Performing Arts Troupe.

If he is given time to develop well, let alone a medium-sized performing arts troupe like Rose that desperately wants money, maybe even a large-scale performing arts troupe will not be a problem!

But at the same time, this huge sum of money is like a piece of fat. Enough to make those outlaws salivate over them.

It’s okay in Aveland, the lord has not left yet. If there is such news that the performing arts troupe just won the reward and was robbed the next day, even if it is for his own face, the lord will order a thorough investigation and put Criminals are brought to justice. But once you leave Aveland. Those who lurk in the shadows where the sun can't find it will definitely not wait to get their hands on them!

"Maybe it's better to spend most of the money directly tomorrow." After carefully covering his wife with the quilt, Ryan lay down again, looking at the ceiling of the carriage, thinking about the future: "It happens that many small performing arts troupes haven't left AI yet. Weilan. Buy some with a better reputation, buy some spare materials, and then hire some mercenary guards. If you make a big noise, you should be fine."

But I don't know why. He was always a little uneasy.

In the end, Ryan, who was getting more and more confused, got up and put on his clothes. Opening the door of the carriage, I planned to go out and chat with the magic swordsman who was watching the night by the campfire, and by the way, calm down my still stinging head through the cold winter air.

However, the moment he opened the carriage door, he sensed something was wrong. The magic swordsman beside the campfire fell to the ground, and with the help of the firelight, he could see a dark red liquid slowly dripping from his body.

Immediately afterwards, a dagger gleaming with silver light pressed against his throat.

Two assassination magic swordsmen who had concealed their figures with the help of magic emerged from the air and appeared in front of him.

"Shut up, sir... the one by the bonfire has already shown you the fate of not cooperating." One of the magic swordsmen said softly, that kind of high-pitched voice that seemed to be scratching a blackboard with fingernails. You can hear the other party using falsetto.

Is there really someone who is not afraid of death and dares to do it today? Ryan's heart suddenly reached his throat. Although the temperature was very low, a lot of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"If you want money, I can give it to you, but please don't continue to hurt our people." Ryan Cutler could only sigh in the end, begging for mercy in a somewhat useless voice.

"No, we don't want your money, sir." Unexpectedly, another magic swordsman shook his head.

"But... I don't have anything else worth doing here..."

"It's just work."

Ryan felt dizzy.

At this time, another voice answered his doubts.

"What they want is your beautiful wife."

The three of them looked together in the direction of the sound.

I saw the mysterious troubadour carrying Rose, who was still wearing pajamas in one hand, with a livid face, as if he couldn't feel the weight of the dead pig-like figure of the other party, walking slowly.

The two girls who followed him surrounded the downed Night Watch Demon Swordsman, and then one of the little blue-haired girls shook her head at the troubadour, indicating that it was hopeless.

"I'm here... well, forget it, I found a contract with a magical atmosphere in this guy's room."

Xi Wei threw the fat man who had been subjected to the feather fall technique to the ground, and then took out a piece of antique yellowed parchment: "It seems that there is an extraordinary noble family who paid a bonus far exceeding the bonus you received The amount of money, entrust him to bring your wife. And the deadline marked on the contract is just a few days, if it fails, maybe something very interesting will happen.”

Xi Wei's words made Ryan Cutler's brain like a lightning strike. Why would Ross, a guy who desperately wants money, have trouble with him? The small performing arts troupe, which had been running fairly well before, was forced to become what it is now, and now it's all understood.

I'm afraid he didn't covet his wife's beauty, but learned about his wife's original birth from somewhere, then negotiated with that family, accepted the entrustment of the other party and demanded a high amount of wealth, so he targeted himself everywhere.

"Then the two of you over there," Xi Wei rolled up the parchment and stuffed it into his pockets, and smiled at the two assassination magic swordsmen who were facing an enemy, "Are you planning to surrender? Are you going to surrender yourself?"

"Wait, our benefactor has been caught by you, so this job will naturally be abandoned." One of the magic swordsmen said aloud: "In this way, we will have nothing to do with each other, and you don't need to force each other Bar?"

"No, no, isn't Gua Ge just lying there?" Xi Wei pointed behind him.

Looking in the direction he pointed, lying there was the murdered Night Watch Demon Swordsman.

"So, you don't plan to get together with us?" The voice of the magic swordsman suddenly became cold.

He originally thought that the other party's ability to appear near him without them noticing was a bit weird, coupled with the strange power that could easily lift Ross up, so he was a little jealous of Xi Wei, and it was better to do less than to do more. That's what the principle says.

However, as a killer, he would naturally not be afraid of such troubles: "If that's the case..."

"The negotiation broke down." Xi Wei agreed with a smile.

Then he gently raised his hand...