Final Lord

Chapter 37 Silver Shackles Hank

"I'm starting to ask questions. The rules are the same as before. If you tell even one lie, I'll keep you locked up."

Wang Bufu took out the notebook, glanced at Thomson coldly, and said:

"Name."

"York Thompson."

"gender."

"male."

"age."

"Twenty-seven."

"Profession."

"Sandland bandits."

"Professional Stunts"

"Sand riding and sand protection."

"Who sent you to kill me?"

Thomson blinked painfully and replied with hatred:
"It's Viscount Hank of Shackles! Before your father even died, that son of a bitch Lincoln was already on his knees licking Hank's balls! My brothers and I are Hank's hyenas, specializing in gnawing on his hard bones that are difficult to move."

Wang Bufu paused for a moment. This answer was beyond his expectations.

Silver Shackles Hank, a Transcendent 4th-rank professional judge, wields the epic artifact War Shackles. He commands an army of over a hundred Transcendent 1st-rank aliens, the "Lame Sheep," and numerous ordinary-rank troops, the number of which is unknown but definitely exceeding ten thousand. Although his rank is not high, he is well-known throughout the Bucks Principality.

Viscount Hank, like his father, was a ruthless man who was knighted from a commoner.

"Are you talking nonsense? Viscount Hank was my father's old boss. My father, a commoner, was able to be promoted to baron thanks to his help. In my impression, he has always been a fat uncle who smiles and has no airs. Why would he attack me?"

"I don't know about that. I'm just a dirty worker, how can I know what the Viscount is thinking. But you're right about one thing, Viscount Hank is indeed a good person. Even for us black gloves, he never deducts money and rewards and punishes clearly, so I have always respected him.

He has done me a favor. If your methods were not so cruel, I would never have betrayed him."

It didn't seem like a lie. Wang Bufu was a little puzzled. If it was really Hank, then it would be troublesome, even more troublesome than some earls.

There are also some paper tigers among the earls who only have enough fighting power by inheriting family territories. Their personal strength is entirely supported by the fire of the earl-level territory. They are greedy for pleasure and are very unfamiliar with commanding troops and fighting.

But Hank was different. He had earned his status as a viscount by fighting monsters head-on. Apart from anything else, that group of extraordinary prison sheep alone was enough to wipe out his territory several times.

Wang Bufu tapped the notebook and then asked, "How did you become Viscount Hank's black glove?"

"My brother and I were orphans. We spent our youth fighting for food with stray dogs in an orphanage. Later, a group of military thugs took us away from the orphanage and took us to the Golden Desert to raise horses. We spent years washing horse dicks before we had the chance to fight on the battlefield.

Hey. Killing monsters is a lot easier than washing a horse's dick. Just don't be afraid of death. We all have one life, and we're willing to fight. Hank saw that me and my brothers were willing to risk our lives, so he gave us a meal.

At that time, we didn’t know it was Hank, we just knew that it was a noble man in the army who supported us.

He had us disguised as bandits in the Golden Desert, specifically robbing passing caravans. We only robbed caravans that had paid taxes, leaving them alone. We killed and robbed all caravans that hadn't paid taxes.

Of course, those caravans weren't pushovers either. There were sixteen bandit groups that came from around the same time as us, and we were the only one left alive.

If we kill more people, we will all reach the third level.

When we were almost at level three, we met Hank, who gave us the advanced formula for the Sand Bandit.

Once we become stronger, we'll stop doing the dirty work of robbery and start doing the dirty work for Hank that he can't easily do. Like raiding other lords' villages, teaching his men who have ulterior motives a lesson, and so on."

"And then? How did you come to Gru Territory?"

"A year ago, Hank gave me a mission to come to your Gru Territory as a bandit, focusing on attacking caravans transporting medicinal herbs. I'm familiar with this; it's my old trade.

Your father captured us twice, but crows alerted us, and by the time his troops had assembled, we had already escaped.

Later, when your father died of illness, I found out that Lincoln in your territory had long been Hank's dog, and those crows were sent by him.

The second mission I received in your territory was to kill you.

Did you think your sister rescued you? You were deceived. Lincoln knew your sister would come to rescue you. He let you go on purpose, intending to have us kill you all to prevent the higher-ups from investigating him.

That piece of shit wants benefits but is afraid of dirt.

I really didn't take you seriously at first. What kind of future can a loser who dropped out of Commander Academy have?

But I didn't expect that if the Commander Academy was blind, I would be blind too."

Thomson laughed at himself:
"What a fucking bad luck! How could I have to run into an old bastard like you who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger? It must be because I killed too many people, and this is retribution."

Wang was dissatisfied and asked Thomson many unimportant questions, then went back and asked the previous questions again several times in a shuffled order.

Thomson's answers were almost the same every time, and it was almost certain that most of what he said was true.

After asking all the questions, Wang Bufu tapped his notebook and said, "That's enough. I've heard almost everything I wanted to know. Do you have anything else to say?"

Thomson took a deep breath and said, "I have a daughter who loses money. Her name is Mail. She lives at 148 Hualiu Street in Yanglao City, Shackle Collar. She is in the sixth class of the third grade of the Business School in Yanglao City. Her student number is 01.

Her mother was a prostitute whom I kept. She died in childbirth, and she has been taken care of by a wet nurse I found.

I was afraid that Hank would catch her and use her as a weapon against me, so I rarely dared to meet her since she was born, and even if I did, I would leave quickly.

Two months ago, I took her out for dinner and left. She said she wanted to go to the circus with me to see the river buffalo, but I didn't go.

Malby is a promising woman. She has become a level 14 businessman at the age of 2. She is smart, innocent and kind. She has never seen blood. Unlike her father, she is very clean.

I didn't think I would die when I came out this time, and I didn't leave her enough gold coins.

That damned college is even more ruthless and corrupt than me. Tuition is ridiculously expensive. Without me, Mel would never have been able to go to school.

If you have the chance, could you help me take her away and take care of her?"

Wang Bufu was surprised and asked, "You want me to take care of your daughter? Can you trust me?"

"Hey, what are you talking about? What can I do if you don't trust me? How about you let me go, and I'll go back and make some arrangements before coming back to die?

All my brothers are dead. Is there any other way for me to go besides telling you? My daughter is still very beautiful, no less beautiful than the girl next to you.

Even if you marry her, it's fine as long as you let her live a good life and don't cause any violence.

This world is not a good place. If I'm not around, she will be bullied.

You are ruthless, your status is higher than mine, and your methods are more sophisticated than mine. At least you can protect her.

If you can promise me to take good care of my daughter, I will tell you another secret, a secret that I will not tell you even if you torture me for several more years or even more than ten years."

Wang Bufu asked with interest, "Oh? What secret?"

Thompson lowered his voice and spoke word by word, "The Desert Bandit's advanced formula."

"Huh? You know what?"

"I know you won't believe me, but I really do. I've had a keen nose since I was a child and can distinguish the smell of resources. When they gave me the resource liquid, I memorized the smell.

I've experienced the advancement rituals myself, and I can tell you. Although I don't know the exact amounts of the various resources in the resource solution, they're definitely these. If you try a little at a time, you'll definitely figure it out."

"Heh." Wang Bufu suddenly laughed. "Sandstone, wood, ore, gold, crystals, sulfur, earth elemental crystals, and dusk water. The advancement ritual requires bathing in and feeding on yellow sand for a week."

"You know!" Thomson's pupils trembled. "How could you possibly know? Are you related to Hank? Did you and Hank kill your father together?"

Wang Bubu:...

You have a really big imagination. Come on, here, I'll give you a pen, you write. I want to see a 30,000-word novel tomorrow. If I don't, you won't be allowed to eat.

"Don't guess. Sand Bandits are rare for you, but they're nothing to Commander Academy. They're in your library of advanced formulas."

Thomson hung his head in frustration. "This is the most valuable thing I have. I have nothing else to offer."

"Who said you can't do it?" Wang Bufu sighed. "Intelligent life is truly complex. Even someone as vicious and murderous as you are, there's still a glimmer of humanity deep down in your heart.

I accept your last act of conscience. If I had the chance to meet your daughter, I would bring her with me to raise and care for her. As for whether to marry her or not, well, that depends on whether your daughter is worthy of you.

boom.

Wang disobeyed the corner of the wall and picked up Thompson's scimitar and threw it at Thompson's feet.

"I don't want to touch your daughter's cheek with my hands stained with your blood. You certainly don't want to either. Do it yourself. So many people have died at your hands. You alone wouldn't make a difference."

Thompson picked up the machete from the ground and held it across his neck.

He closed his eyes and whispered, “Little Lord, you are a good man.

If you meet Mel, tell her that fur trader John asked you to find her, and that was a fake identity I gave her.

Just say I died at the hands of bandits. Please don't tell her my true identity. She always thought I was her pride and her dream was to become a big merchant and help me run the caravan.

I don't want her to know that her father is actually a bandit.

Finally, a word of advice. If you're not fully prepared, don't seek revenge on Hank. He's far more powerful than he lets on!

To him, we are just a speck of sand in the desert.

I even heard that he has connections with a prince of the principality!"

Wang Bufu nodded silently and said, "I understand. You can go without worry."

Thomson tightened his grip on the scimitar, his eyes closed, and he said with trembling lips, "If I had known earlier, I would have taken Mel to the circus that day."

Chi la.

Blood gushed out, and Thompson's body fell limply, kneeling powerlessly on the ground.

"Hey. He's not worthy of pity. If I died at his hands, I'm sure I'd be even more pitiful than him." Wang Bufu shook his head and said to the caveman, "Clean up this place. Don't bury him here. Find a cave with a good view. Write on the tombstone, 'A Father's Grave.'"

"Yes!"

……

Gru Territory, Castle. Lincoln bit his finger anxiously, a pair of noticeable dark circles under his eyes proving that he hadn't slept well recently.

Lincoln's figure resembled a silhouette carved by moonlight on a withered branch, gaunt and withered, prematurely aged. He was wrapped in a dark green robe, mottled with starbursts. Three raven skulls dangled from the protrusion of his collarbone, gently tapping against it with his breathing, making a muffled sound like divination coins.

"We agreed to bring back Kate's head one day, but now more than half a month has passed. What on earth are those desert bandits doing?"

"Don't worry, Master Lincoln." A figure wrapped in a dirty black robe beside Lincoln said soothingly, "Thomson and the others have served the master for many years. They will be fine. They must have hidden themselves after their success, just like they did before.

Besides, even if they failed, so what? The Land of Chaos is so dangerous, how could the young lord and that Level 1 Transcendent girl possibly survive? Not everyone is Master Gru.

"I know, but I'm still a little worried." Lincoln rubbed his brow and said, "It's okay, young lord. The trouble is with Weiyi Gru. She is a disciple of the Red Flame Sword Saint of the Royal Capital Swordsman Academy and is highly regarded by the Red Flame Sword Saint.

I heard that the Scarlet Flame Sword Saint was planning to have his youngest son propose marriage to Weiyi Gru, but it fell through because the two young men weren't interested in each other.

The Scarlet Flame Sword Saint is an epic-level warrior, with the title of Duke. With just one more step, he will be on par with the current king.

If Weiyi Gru survived and went to the Scarlet Flame Sword Saint to complain, he wouldn't have to take it too seriously. If he showed even the slightest intention of investigating, I'd be beheaded."

"Hey there. You're just a duke of a royal capital with no territory. What's so powerful? Don't worry, the master has all the power. Even if the Scarlet Flame Sword Saint investigates seriously, the master can keep you alive."

Listening to the black-robed man's casual tone, Lincoln didn't believe it at all.

"I know the master's abilities, but would he pay such a high price to protect me? The possibility of him killing me to silence me is even higher."

"Hey, whether the master can protect you depends on whether you are worthy of being protected by the master."

"Forget it. I know my limitations." Lincoln shook his head and looked out the window. "I hope the crows can bring me good news."

At this moment, a crow suddenly flapped its wings and flew into the window. The crow quickly expanded in the air and soon turned into a human male with black feathers all over his body.

"Gah!" He knelt on the ground and said with his head down, "Sir, we are back. I'm very sorry that we didn't find the bandits and the little lord."

"What?!" Lincoln suddenly stood up from his chair. "You didn't find it? Where did you look?"

(End of this chapter)