Arknights' Lock of Heaven

"what!!!"

The ten fingers are connected to the heart! Feeling the excruciating pain in his right hand, he wailed with all his might.

When have pampered young noblemen ever suffered such pain?

The desperate wail, due to the posture and the cracked voice, was so loud that no one could tell it was Olmer's wail.

Just then, the gates of the Ingra family's manor were hurriedly opened.

"Young master, please don't kill him..."

Their family's old butler rushed out and, hearing the wailing, assumed that his young master was torturing someone again.

After all, he's a security guard, not some unnoticed infected person, so he should still be mindful of his image.

The master also instructed that we should not cause too much trouble.

Therefore, the old butler, who knew his young master all too well, had long been prepared to stop the drunk young master.

They even prepared their sales pitch.

But as soon as he uttered his words of advice, he stared in disbelief at the scene outside the door.

The young master of their own family was lying on the ground, bleeding profusely and groaning in pain.

He was even being pulled by the hair, his neck was tilted back so that his body was almost at a 90-degree angle...

That blood-soaked right hand was being trampled under the feet of this thug.

The inhuman wailing just now didn't come from the security guard as expected, but from the young master of our own family.

This shocking fact left him stunned.

When did anyone dare to attack nobles in Kazimierz?

Because of the angle, the old butler was behind him, so he couldn't see him, but he could still hear his voice.

"Rig..." Upon hearing his voice, Olmer cried out his name desperately, as if he had found a lifeline.

"Rig...save me..."

Hearing this, the old butler shuddered, snapping out of his daze, and shouted at the thug in front of him, "Do you know what you're doing...?"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the assailant turn around and look at him expressionlessly.

"You... want to get involved in this?"

The old butler was completely dumbfounded when he saw that familiar face.

He remembers that face!

The master just gave repeated orders a few days ago that this is someone you absolutely cannot mess with!

The young master, in particular, received countless instructions and warnings, as if he were afraid that the young master would cause trouble at this crucial moment.

At the time, I thought the young master was quite smart and wouldn't provoke this person.

But who would have thought that they would come knocking on our door so soon!

Faced with Xia Yu's questioning, the old butler disregarded his aging cervical spine and shook his head so hard it was almost blurry.

Seeing his desperate denial, Xia Yu smiled slightly.

"Since you're not going to get involved, then get out of here!"

"Go find your master to stand up for this mad dog."

Upon hearing this, the old butler took off running without saying a word, and closed the manor gates tightly behind him.

And Olmo at his feet was still calling his name.

"Rig! Rig, save me!"

“Oh, you can’t see from this position,” Xia Yu smiled slightly upon hearing this, then lifted his hair and spun him around, making him face the gate of her family’s manor.

“The Rig you’re talking about has already run away, so stop howling.”

“Come on, let’s continue,” Xia Yu stepped on his right hand again, “Tell me where you offended me?”

"me……"

Olmer couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Seeing this, Xia Yu shook her head regretfully.

Then, by pressing down with his foot, he crushed the remaining thumb and little finger.

"Although the night is still long and we have plenty of time, you can't keep dragging this out."

After skillfully stopping the bleeding, Xia Yu switched feet and stepped on his left hand.

"Come on, look at your right hand, it's already bald. If you don't want your left hand to end up like that, you'd better think about it quickly."

"My patience isn't unlimited, at least not to the point where I can keep playing the game of 'one thousand minus seven equals what' indefinitely."

"So you'd better hurry up, use your brain, and try to remember."

242 Nobles? Nobles are nothing!

"Master! Master! Something terrible has happened, Master!"

The butler stumbled into the manor, babbling incoherently.

Upon hearing his words, "Master, something bad has happened," the current patriarch of the Ingra family, Marcus Ingra, subconsciously frowned.

That's really unpleasant to hear...

But as a composed middle-aged man and a distinguished member of the National Assembly, he still possesses his own abilities.

Having spent so many years together, he knew that his butler was not an impulsive person, and such panic probably meant that something serious had really happened.

"What happened?" He was displeased by the butler's rudeness, but instead of scolding him immediately, he asked for the reason.

"Master, master, that person... that person is at the door..."

The butler, breathless, said, "Young Master Olmer, he..."

“Explain yourself, who exactly is it?” Marcus Ingra frowned upon hearing this.

You should at least explain yourself clearly. Who is it? And what happened to that wretched child?

"It's...it's the person you reminded Young Master Olmer at the dinner table a few days ago, someone he shouldn't mess with!"

Upon hearing this, Marcus Ingra instantly understood everything.

Then my whole body went numb?

"It's...it's that..." Now it was his turn to ramble on.

"Yes, yes, that's the one, the one who was scolded on TV..."

The old butler also hurriedly confirmed his arrival.

This affirmative answer broke through Marcus Ingra's defenses.

This, this, this...

"How could that rebellious son have offended someone like that? Didn't he listen to me?"

Marcus Ingra was completely stunned.

My God... Is that someone our family can afford to mess with?

No one in the entire Great Knight Territory can afford to offend them!

Let alone a small noble family or a member of parliament I don't know, even a giant corporation wouldn't dare to mess with them.

Dealing with such people without considering the national level is wishful thinking.

Things are getting serious.

It's the kind of situation where you can't even contain yourself without thinking about it.

"Young Master, Young Master Olmer... there's blood everywhere..."

At this moment, the old butler was still looking at his master expectantly, hoping that he would make a decision.

But what could Marcus Ingra do?

"Close the door tightly," he said, closing his eyes in anguish.

"Don't make a sound..."

……

"Do you remember now?" Xia Yu pressed down on Olmer's left hand with a little force, instantly turning his entire hand into a bloody mess.

“I…I…I remember now,” Olmer racked his brains and finally remembered something, “It was, it was that party, wasn’t it?”

"Oh?" Xia Yu raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. There was something she didn't know?

What an unexpected surprise.

"Tell me carefully."

Upon hearing this, Olmer spilled everything out like beans from a bamboo tube.