son-in-law of blood

Chapter 173 Kill him!

Stepping into the Kenlin Hotel, a middle-aged man with a serious face stood guard at the front desk.

Half of the man was hidden in the darkness, dressed in black, he didn't look like an ordinary hotel owner at first glance.

Seeing two customers entering the store, the boss standing at the front desk didn't get up to greet them, but sat upright in his original position without saying a word.

Hillen thought strangely, then ignored it, and was about to walk towards the room number written by Viscount Nehemiah.

"Wait!"

A hoarse and low voice sounded.

Helen looked back suspiciously.

The man in black said calmly, "Note!"

Helen frowned slightly: "What do you mean, Your Excellency?"

"Are you Hellen?"

His tone was low, with imperceptible anger.

Helen nodded in surprise.

"Where is the note that Lord Nehemiah gave you?"

The man in black told Hellen's name and the person he was going to meet here.

Hearon couldn't help being surprised when he heard this, it seems that Viscount Nehemiah should have opened this hotel himself.

Now that the man in black had already spoken, Hellen no longer concealed it, and handed the note to the man in black in front of him that the Viscountess had secretly given to Heron.

The man in black took it over and looked at it for a while, then put the note away, and then looked straight at Helen with cold eyes.

Helen was puzzled, not knowing why this man was so hostile to him.

The two had never met before!

From the time he called him by the title just now, Hellen could feel that the man in black in front of him was very unfriendly to him.

It stands to reason that if he belongs to Viscount Nehemiah, he should know his identity.

The majestic Baron of the Empire, the man in black didn't call him "Master", but he didn't even add the word "Your Excellency", but chose to call him by his first name.

If it was placed on those nobles who pay attention to etiquette, they might not be able to finish with this man in black.

Helen half-closed her eyes to meet the cold and stern gaze of the man in black, without giving in.

"Who is your Excellency, why are you so hostile to me?" Hillen asked lightly.

The man in black snorted:
"Antoine!"

Then he turned his gaze to Hepburn, with a few traces of resentment flashing in his eyes:

"This is your wife?"

Hellen's face had already darkened, and his tone became a little more serious:

"What do you mean?"

The man named Antoine snorted coldly:
"Boy, do it yourself!"

After finishing speaking, he ignored the two of them, sat back to his original position, closed his eyes and meditated.

Hellen looked puzzled and shook his head.

After all, there were still things to do, so she stopped fussing with him and led Hepburn upstairs to the room marked by Viscountess Nehemiah.

The door was unlocked, and Hellen knocked on the door and called out.

Hearing that the voice coming from the door belonged to Viscount Nehemiah, Hieren couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

After the people in the room agreed, Helen pushed open the door and walked in.

Viscount Nehemiah was leaning on the sofa alone. When he saw Hellen and the two coming, he got up with a gentle smile on his face and said:
"You two are on time, Mr. Hellen, Mrs. Hepburn, good evening!"

"Good evening, Your Excellency the Viscount!"

After the greeting, Viscountess Nehemiah also came out of the back room with a smile.

"Seeing you again, this enviable couple, good evening!"

Then he went straight to Hepburn's side, took Hepburn's wrist from Hearon's hand, and smiled under the slightly puzzled eyes of the two:

"I'm talking privately with Sister Hepburn, you two big men just stay here now."

Immediately, he stopped asking for Hellen's opinion, and pulled Hepburn out of the room.

Hellen was slightly taken aback, then turned to look at the calm Viscount Nehemiah.

Viscount Nehemiah still had a gentle smile on his face:
"Mr. Hearon, please sit down!"

Lord Viscount pointed to the sofa in front of him.

Helen sat down firmly, and spit out an unfriendly words:

"If Lord Viscount still talks about what happened last night, then my opinion remains unchanged. Sorry, I refuse!"

Before Viscount Nehemiah could speak, Hellen had already made his position clear.

Faced with Hellen's aggressive attitude, Viscount Nehemiah was not annoyed, but slowly said a name that made Hellen almost jump up:

"Lecton Gremory!"

Viscount Nehemiah used this name as the beginning of the conversation between the two tonight. Although the tone was not high-pitched, it was also restrained.

A simple name made Hellen's heart turbulent, and complicated thoughts swirled back and forth between his brows.

Viscount Nehemiah deliberately paused for a long time to give Hellen time to react, before continuing:
"Your Excellency is so confident, it must be because of the third prince standing behind him who has been appointed as the future Emperor of the Steway Empire!"

Viscount Nehemiah continued to speak astonishingly, making Hieren's back suddenly sweat.

Although he was extremely shocked in his heart, Xillen's face was still calm, and he was thinking sharply in his mind:

He couldn't decide whether the Viscount Nehemiah in front of him was deliberately deceiving him, or if he really got some information.

Although the transaction between him and the third prince is top secret, he was recommended by the third prince to this position of lord after all. Varian and the people around him have the idea of ​​doing the magic mine business with the third prince Rexton. It is also reasonable to speculate.

In order to avoid the stupid and low-level mistake of not calling himself, Hearon decided to keep silent.

Seeing Helen's silent and steady appearance, Nehemiah's eyes flashed a few traces of appreciation.

With a chuckle, he continued:

"What, Siren, do you dare to do it or not? Or do you want me to show you the letter you wrote to the third prince Lekton before you will admit it?"

Hearing this, Xieren finally couldn't help but change slightly.

It would be understandable if he speculated that he and Lekton worked together to mine the magic stone mine, but how did he know of the existence of this letter?
Viscount Nehemiah didn't give Hellen any time to think, and he followed up with questions like cannonballs:

"Hellen was born as a gangster in the city of Bito, and later rescued a blood race from the Church of Dawn. He was hunted down by the local gang headed by Boyle. Afterwards, he destroyed Boyle's house outside the city of Bito. The plan to snatch the dragon egg, and entanglement with the third prince Lekton."

"Later, with the entire magic stone mine as a bargaining chip, we reached a cooperation with Rexton. After destroying Baron Brian, the former lord of Tiris, he took over Tiris with the help of the third prince Rexton, and jumped Field Baron of the Steway Empire."

Every word was like a bell, beating fiercely on Hellen's heartstrings.

"Am I right? Siren!"

Xillen's face sank like water, and his whole body was ready to go. The faint sharp aura in his hand caused the air in the whole room to fluctuate a little.

Looking at Hieren's face as if he was facing a formidable enemy, Viscount Nehemiah's expression remained as calm as water.

With a slight smile, he opened his mouth and said:
"Your Excellency Hillen, don't be nervous, I have no ill intentions towards you!"

Helen pursed her lips deeply, and there was already a slight tendency to become a dragon on her left arm:

"I don't know where you got this information, but if you want to use this information to threaten me, then unfortunately, you chose the wrong blackmail target!"

Decisive and merciless!
Viscount Nehemiah's face did not fluctuate at all, and he smiled lightly:
"Your Excellency, I don't want to blackmail you, and I won't use this information to threaten you to agree to mine the magic stone mine with me. I just want you to do one thing for me!"

Hellen's face sank like water, and he paused every word:
"What's the matter?"

"In your personal name, ask out the third prince Lekton for me!"

"What do you want to do?"

"kill him!"

(End of this chapter)