The Dean Has Arrived

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

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

Excessive drinking at the celebration party put him in a hangover with a headache.

The night fell early in the winter, and the car was completely dark outside.

The Aveland Performing Arts Conference attracted many tourists, and it also made all the hotels in this small town full. Even the benefactor of their Cutler Performing Arts, the mysterious troubadour, paid three times as much for the room. Money grabbed two empty rooms after checking out.

Fortunately, as a performing arts group traveling around the Eastern Plains, Ryan doesn't mind sleeping in his own car with his wife...especially when there are trophies from previous performances in the car.

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

Originally, their performing arts group participating 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 groups were honored with the honor of winning the competition and the 100 gold coins. The huge bonuses are eyeing.

After the dancers of his performing arts troupe were poached by the Ross Performing Arts troupe, he even more sadly realized the helplessness and humiliation of his own small performing arts troupe.

Rose wants to buy his own performing arts group, but Ryan is very clear that the other party's target is not Cutler, this small and broken performing group, but his wife.

Turning his gaze back to his wife's face, who was still asleep, Ryan's expression softened a little.

He is just an ordinary man with no special talents, and she is the daughter of a little nobleman. After the two love each other, it took them a long time to get together, and even broke his wife with the family for this.No longer has the surname that once made her proud.

From the original fine clothes and jade food to the current frugal food, from the original carefree to now Chengri worrying about his livelihood, even the original white and tender hands are covered with calluses and no longer slender due to long housework and labor. And tender.

However, his wife never said anything, and kept giving silently.

So even 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 took ten, and the mysterious troubadour refused the gift of gold coins after receiving a gem of poor color.

This made Ryan a little uneasy while happy.

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

If you give him time to develop well, let alone Ross's medium-sized performing arts group that is asking for money, maybe even large performing groups are not a problem!

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

It’s okay in Ivyland. Lord Lord hasn’t left yet. If it happens that the performing arts troupe has just won the award and was robbed the next day, the Lord Lord will order a thorough investigation even for the sake of his own face. The sinner is brought to justice.But once I left Aveland.Those guys who are hidden in the darkness that the sun can't find will definitely can't wait to do them!

"Maybe it would be better to spend most of the money tomorrow." After carefully covering his wife with the quilt, Ryan lay down again, looking at the roof of the car, thinking about the next thing: "It happens that many small performing arts groups have not left Ai. Weilan. Buy some good reputation, buy some spare materials and so on, and then hire some mercenary guards. If the noise is a bit louder, it should be fine."

But I don’t know why.He is always a little disturbed.

Finally, Ryan got up and put on his clothes, thinking more and more confused.Open the car door, plan to go out and chat with the magic swordsman who is vigil by the bonfire for a while, passing the cold winter air by the way to calm down his still stinging head.

However, the moment he opened the door of the carriage, he noticed something was wrong. The magic swordsman by the bonfire fell to the ground, and with the help of the fire light, he could see a dark red liquid slowly dripping out under him.

Then a dagger with silver light touched his throat.

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

"Don't make any noise, sir... the person by the campfire has shown you the uncooperative end." One of the magic swordsmen said softly, the sharp voice like scratching the blackboard with his nails makes people suddenly You can hear the other party using falsetto.

Is it true that anyone who is not afraid of death will dare to do it today?Ryan's heart suddenly reached his throat. It was clear that the temperature was very low, but there was a lot of cold sweat 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 and let out a somewhat hopeless begging for mercy.

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

"But... I don't have anything else worthy of your hands..."

"It's just work."

Ryan felt a little dizzy in his head.

At this time, another sounded voice answered his doubts.

"What they want is your wife who is like a flower."

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

I saw that the mysterious troubadour was wearing pajamas in one hand, Rose, with a pale face, as if he could not feel the weight of the other's dead pig figure, walked slowly over.

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

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

Xiwei 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 incredible noble family who paid a bonus that far exceeded the amount you received. The amount of money, entrust him to take your wife. And the deadline stated in the contract is in the last few days. If it fails, something interesting may happen."

Savi’s words made Ryan Cutler’s brain struck by lightning. Why would Rose, a money-demanding guy, have trouble with him? He would rather have his own pocket bleeding and hurt both sides with Cutler’s performing arts group. The small performing arts troupe that had run fairly well was forced to look like this, but now it all understood.

I am afraid that he is not coveting his wife's beauty, but he did not know where he learned about his wife's original birth, and then negotiated with the family, accepted the entrustment of the other party and claimed a large amount of wealth, so he would target himself everywhere.

"Then the two of you over there," rolled up the parchment and stuffed it into his pocket, Xiwei smiled at the two assassination magic swordsmen who were on the verge of the enemy: "Are you going to surrender? Are you going to surrender?"

"Wait, our gold master has been captured by you, this job will naturally be abandoned." One of the magic swordsmen said aloud, "In this way, we will have nothing to do with us, and you don't have to fight hard. Right?"

"No, no, don't you just lie there?" Xiwei pointed behind him.

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

"So, your Excellency doesn't plan to get together with us anymore?" The voice of the demon swordsman who made a noise suddenly fell cold.

He originally thought that the opponent's ability to appear near him without them noticing was a bit weird, coupled with the strange power that could easily pick up Rose, so he was a little jealous of Xi Wei, and he was more than less. That’s the principle of

However, as a killer, naturally he would not be afraid of such troubles: "In that case..."

"Negotiating broke down." Xiwei also smiled and agreed.

Then he gently raised his hand...

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