Honkai Summoning.

After straightening his clothes, Su Mo looked at Tranton, who was sitting in a chair, and said, "Young Master, please be prepared."

"What preparations?" Tranton was taken aback.

“Of course… Seven Sins and Arno are preparing to betray us,” Su Mo said. “Benson and Martin are very likely to target you among their revenge targets. You can’t expect a child not to take their anger out on others, especially—”

“Kill them, find an opportunity to kill them,” Tranton said coldly.

“Hmm, I think Arno would like that, because it gives him a reason to fight me,” Su Mo said.

Eliminating the threats of Arno and Seven Sins wouldn't be difficult for Su Mo. This doesn't mean Su Mo is powerful enough to instantly kill two demons—Seven Sins is no problem.

As for Arno, Su Mo had never actually faced him head-on, so he didn't know Arno's true strength.

Instead, Su Mo didn't need to confront these two demons head-on; he only needed to kill Benson and Martin.

In fact, Su Mo didn't even need to do anything; all Trant could do was poison the food the two of them ate daily.

Martin and Benson are now just two idle members of the Worbus family. Tranton doesn't need them to do anything. As long as the two devils can still be used by Tranton, he doesn't mind feeding and supporting them well.

These two were quite so engrossed in their work that they didn't bother to ask what Seven Sins and Arno were doing with Su Mo.

Perhaps, even if they knew the truth, they might choose to abandon their hatred—after all, Tranton didn't know the truth and was used as a sacrifice just like them.

However, even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance that they would betray him and pose a threat to him, Tranton would not let these two people go.

Having experienced several ups and downs, Tranton, who had crawled out of the abyss, had long since "sold his soul to the devil" and become a truly ruthless and callous nobleman.

As Su Mo said, this is a grand revenge drama, unrelated to evidence or moral justice, only blood and death.

Trent is no hero of justice, but a vengeful ghost who has crawled back from hell.

"However, young master, if you're this heartless, you'll have no future," Su Mo reminded him.

“The moment I made the contract with you, I had no future.” Tranton sneered. “Arno and the Seven Deadly Sins are still useful. There’s no need to touch them for now. We should find an opportunity and the right time to kill them.”

“Martin can continue to live, but Benson probably doesn’t have many days left,” Su Mo said.

"You mean the contract is about to be completed?" Tranton asked.

“Well, we can’t keep dragging this on,” Su Mo said. “His contract could have been completed a long time ago. I think Arno is gradually losing patience, and with the appearance of the Angel Embryo, I guess he doesn’t want to stay in this world anymore.”

"Doesn't he like picking fights?" Tranton asked. "That angel or something, doesn't he want to go and fight him?"

"No, fighting is a pleasant thing, but fighting angels... hmph." Arno's voice came from the balcony.

"Damn it, when?" Tranton looked quite troubled.

"Young Master, shouldn't I be the one who's really worried?" Su Mo also looked troubled.

Chapter 41 Isn't he the young master?

"Do we really have to fight? Can't we discuss it?" Su Mo asked Arno, who had somehow appeared on the balcony.

"There are only a few days left. If we don't fight now, we'll miss our chance." Arno nodded, making no attempt to hide his battle maniac nature.

"Then let's postpone it for a few more days," Su Mo said.

Arno sneered: "While I don't mind helping you with some things, do you think I'd just let you kill my food?"

“Actually, I can guarantee I won’t go after Benson. Anyway, you’ll eat him up in a few days, so why should I make trouble for myself?” Su Mo said.

“Do you think I’d believe you?” Arnold said.

“Look at my normal eyes, don’t you think I’m worthy of your trust?” Su Mo retorted.

"puff--"

Tranton, who had been looking miserable, couldn't help but burst out laughing when he heard Su Mo's words.

Su Mo turned his head and glanced helplessly at this clueless guy. Shouldn't they be on the same side at this time? What's with this blatant sabotage? Can't we just have some fun together?

If Tranton knew what Su Mo was thinking, he would definitely reply without hesitation, "I learned all of this from you."

"It's not worth it." Arno was an honest man, no, an honest devil, so of course he would speak his mind.

"Okay, let's go somewhere else."

Su Mo walked directly to the balcony, turned to Tranton and said, "Young Master, let's leave Benson for now."

“Okay.” Tranton nodded.

With Benson unaware that Arnold, the biggest threat, had been eliminated, he wouldn't mind letting Benson enjoy his current good life for a few more days.

"I hope you can give me a thoroughly enjoyable battle," Arno said to Su Mo.

"What I'm best at is actually disappointing people," Su Mo said, a statement that left Arno somewhat puzzled.

The two who were fighting side by side just moments ago quickly disappeared into the night.

"Demons are truly chaotic creatures."

Tranton muttered something and made some minor adjustments to his thumb.

Regarding the outcome of this battle, Tranton wasn't worried at all. He didn't know why, but even though he had never seen his butler actually fight, Tranton always felt that this guy was incredibly powerful.

Think about it carefully. Even a demon, if it weren't powerful enough, would have been killed long ago if it were so despicable!

Things did not turn out as Tranton had expected.

As the night deepened and the darkest hour before dawn arrived, his devilish butler returned to the manor.

Although he looked a little tired, there were no visible injuries on his body.

“Now that I’m back, I’m going to rest too,” Tranton said, standing up.

"By the way, young master, let's leave the capital tomorrow," Su Mo said.

"Hmm, why?" Tranton was taken aback and turned around to ask.

“Of course we should go find the old butler of the Worbus family. There are probably many things he hasn’t told us yet,” Su Mo said.

Tranton paused for a moment before realizing what he meant, and said in an unfriendly tone, "Get ready, we'll leave first thing tomorrow morning."

How could an old butler who had served two generations of Wobbs be completely unaware of what was happening on that island?

Even if Tranton's father didn't want Wilbur to get involved, how could the butler, as the head of the family's right-hand man, not know any of the clues?

Now that I think about it carefully, it's probably not the work of a branch of the Wobs family that led this old guy to leave the capital. Rather, it was more about leaving the capital, a place of trouble, to avoid being purged by others behind the island after the Wobs family's downfall.

“Old man…” Tranton cursed through gritted teeth, all his previous respect gone.

He didn’t mind Wilbur playing it safe, but he did mind that Wilbur knew something but didn’t tell him anything. Couldn’t he at least give him some hints?

The next day, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

Two carriages left the capital, one of which headed towards a remote outskirts of the capital.

This time, it took Tranton and Su Mo nearly twenty days to get back to the vicinity of that small village.

Aside from having a slightly better rest this time, they encountered numerous ambushes along the way, from bounty hunters to bandits; it was almost as if they were about to be directly attacked by regular troops.

It is clear that Tranton, the last surviving member of the Worbus family, was indeed not well-liked; the phrase "enemies of the world" used in fantasy novels probably describes this situation.

This is quite normal. Judging from the trouble that Tranton caused after returning to the capital and Su Mo, it's no wonder that this master and servant were treated poorly.

If Su Mo were Henry XI or other nobles, he too would want to get rid of these two reckless lunatics. The nobles and the royal family, as the rulers of the British Empire, are also the maintainers of various rules and regulations.

Trent's emergence and actions began to break these rules.

The struggles between nobles, though often described as "blood feuds," are in reality all about self-interest. But Tranton doesn't care about any interests whatsoever; if he says he's going to kill you, he'll kill you, regardless of any attempts at compromise—well, judging from the past few days, there's absolutely no intention of negotiation or compromise; it's all about shooting someone in the head without any room for negotiation.

Such uncompromising behavior is naturally disliked by everyone.

Although these people have no clear evidence that the various things that have happened in the capital these days must be the work of Tranton... however, nobles mostly do not care about evidence, but about strength, at least that is the case with the nobles of the British Empire.

"A bunch of idiots, couldn't hold back so quickly?"

They could get some information out of the attackers, and at least confirmed a few targets of "revenge." Tranton didn't show much anger about the "attacks" along the way; he was even a little happy about it.

In any case, under Su Mo's protection, he didn't need to worry about his safety.

It's fortunate that the world's technology level is not high and has not developed such a terrifying weapon as the sniper rifle, otherwise Tranton's head would have been blown to bits by now.

Long-range assassinations, whether using crossbows or bows, cannot escape Su Mo's keen observation.

As for close combat—unless a real armored army is sent to charge, it would prevent Su Mo from having the spare capacity to protect Tranton.

On this turbulent journey, Su Mo and Tranton arrived at the small village from before. As for the coachman… Su Mo had already sent him away during the first attack.

The small village remained as quiet and peaceful as ever.

The undercurrents in the capital city have yet to reach this remote village far from the hustle and bustle.

Su Mo's driving of the carriage attracted the attention of many villagers.

However, these people were all quite honest, and no one asked any questions, letting the carriage slowly pass by on the uneven road in the small village.

"what?"

As Su Mo approached Wilbur's house, which stood out from the crowd in the village, he let out a surprised sound.

"What's wrong?" Tranton's voice came from inside the carriage.

“Someone’s coming.” Su Mo opened the carriage door.

When Trent got out of the carriage, he saw a magnificent carriage parked outside Wilbur's house, no less luxurious than the one he was riding in.

"Go quickly, don't let him die." Tranton's face immediately turned quite ugly, and he ordered sharply.

"Yes, young master." Su Mo leaped up and jumped over the not-so-high wall into the courtyard. A short while later, a sound came from inside—probably the sound of Su Mo kicking open the door.

Trenton stood beside the carriage, frowning, waiting.

"boom!"

A moment later, another sound rang out, and a black figure crashed through the door of the courtyard and flew out. In mid-air, it adjusted its body, leaned forward, spread its legs and bent them slightly, leaving a clear mark on the ground before dissipating the force of its backward fall.

"Ok?"

Trent's expression changed. The person who flew out was none other than his devilish butler, Sebastian!

The person riding in this carriage was able to defeat his devilish butler!

“This time we’ve really met Li Kui, young master.” Su Mo turned to Tranton and said something Tranton couldn’t understand.

“But it’s actually a female Li Kui.” After saying that, Su Mo suddenly laughed, which made Tranton even more confused.