“Master Bourkee, Baron Crook has sent you a letter.”
A man where a black coat over a white shirt bowed as he presented an envelope to a black-grey-haired man sitting on his chair with a leisurely look on his face.
The black-grey-haired man grabbed the envelope and chuckled disdainfully,
“Baron Crook, is he the old fart with that beautiful daughter?”
“Yes, that is correct, Master Bourkee.” The butler nodded.
An evil smile appeared on Bourkee’s face as he then clicked his tongue,
“Tsk Tsk, his daughter was a beauty indeed, it was a shame that the bitch decided to kill herself. I wanted to play a little longer that time.”
Then, Bourkee sighed,
“Oh well, whatever happened happened. We can’t do anything about it, can we?
But why is this old fart sending a letter to me?
Heh, did he have another daughter? Tsk Tsk”
Bourkee then opened the envelope and started reading the letter inside it,
[0)ᴠʟ “Earl Bastard Bourkee..
Oh ho, that’s quite a greeting. Who gave him the balls to write like that?”
Bourkee muttered in amusement.
He wasn’t the least bit bothered by how Baron Crook cursed him.
Or maybe he was and was just getting excited by thinking about how he will punish that man.
Bourkee then continued reading the letter,
“I heard about an interesting piece of news and I must say, Bourkee Bastard, to be daring enough to go after a Marquee’s son…”
The more Bourkee read the letter, the serious his face got.
He narrowed his eyes and started reading the letter more carefully.
“What the hell is this guy talking about?” Bourkee narrowed his eyes in confusion.
“To joke about something like this, does this old man not want to live anymore?”
“Master Bourkee, there is something behind the letter as well…”
The butler pointed out.
Bourkee then turned the paper and his frown deepened.
‘I am not just talking around, if you don’t come to Slums in the West at 12 in the night, I will send that letter to Marquee Longe.’
“What letter is he talking about!?”
Bourkee roared in panic.
“Master Bourkee, there seems to be another letter in this envelope.”
The butler mentioned.
Bourkee quickly opened the other letter and his eyes widened in surprise.
‘To Earl Bourkee,
The information about Longe’s son being in the Wilderness was accurate, do not worry, you will be compensated properly.
Alger Bannermane.’
Bourkee face paled in horror.
He quickly took out some texts and started matching Alger’s writing with the writing in this letter and soon, his body started trembling in fear.
“W-What is Marquee Alger t-talking about…?
When did I give him any information like that!?”
The incident of Marquee’s son being attacked in the Bloodhill Wilderness was quite popular a few months ago, there were many suspicions that Marquee Alger was the one behind this incident, however, since there was proof, the incident got buried.
However, Marquee Longe didn’t bury this incident at all.
It is said that he is searing with anger and buys any information related to this incident at a high price.
He is hell-bent on getting his revenge.
If this letter reaches Marquee Longe, then no matter how much he pleads, Marquee Longe will kill him.
Just thinking about this made Bourkee tremble in fear.
‘What the hell is wrong with that Alger bastard!?’ He cursed in his heart and then, his eyes turned red in rage.
‘That Crook bores a deep grudge against me, from what I know, he would rather deal with me on his own than to take that Longe’s help.
I don’t think he has sent this letter to Marquee yet.
I need to deal with him before he thinks anything weird. I need to kill him, then I need to kill everyone living in his mansion.
Only then, would this letter be buried.’
Bourkee then clenched his fists in anger and slammed his hand on the table,
‘You want to meet me in the Slums, right? Good Good.
Let me do you a favour and send you to your bitch daughter then.’
Bourkee then started thinking,
He was different from other Earls, normal Earls have 3-4 Master Stage Cultivators under them, he, however, had 10 and he himself was a strong Master Stage Cultivator.
Even if that Crook Bastard had prepared some things to deal with him, there is no way he would predict that he would come to the slums with 10 Master Stage Cultivators.
Not only that, but at the same time, Bourkee would send the rest of his servants to Crook’s mansion to kill and burn everything.
According to the rules of the Kingdom, he cannot have more than 30 Cultivators as his servants, however, those 20 servants would be more than enough to deal with a mere Baron House.
Bourkee smiled coldly as he planned everything, then, he turned to his Butler and ordered,
“Call every cultivator; I need them to do something for me.”
The Butler frowned when he noticed the solemn look on his Master’s face.
This looked serious.
“As you command, Master Bourkee.”
The butler then bowed his head and left the room.
After the Butler left, Bourkee crouched, he then moved his table to little and then, he grabbed a tile, using a little force, he opened the tile and placed the letter inside it.
It was an unspoken rule to not keep valuable letters like these in storage rings because storage rings are the first things to get confiscated when something wrong happens.
Therefore, many nobles had secret places like these where they kept important documents.
Bourkee then placed the table back to where it was and then left his room.
He needed to talk with all the cultivators after all.
However, what he didn’t know was that someone else was inside his room aside from him and his butler.
After Bourkee left his room, Nux smiled.
He then took out the letters Bourkee was hiding and chuckled,
“This is going to be fun…”
Then, he followed behind Bourkee.
He needed to know all his plans after all.