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Martin scratched the back of his head, looking a little embarrassed. "It's not private. My relationship with my stepmother...is not very good."

"Did she give you any presents?"

"Give me a gift? Come on, Captain. I'm thankful that she didn't send me away from home."

Wow, it looks like their relationship is not that good.

Leon's mind moved slightly, "Have you ever given her any gifts? For example... clothes, bags... or jewelry, or something like that?"

"No." Martin answered decisively without hesitation.

Leon hesitated for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully, "Okay, then... I have no problem. But there is one more thing I need your cooperation with."

"Captain, you say."

"Rebecca will be accompanying you throughout tonight's banquet. There shouldn't be any problem with former teammates hanging out at the banquet together, right?"

"Captain, do you want Rebecca to monitor me..." Martin is also very shrewd.

"No, no, no, little Martin." Rebecca poked Martin's lower back with the muzzle of the gun. "This is much more exciting than surveillance."

Martin was a little nervous and nodded slightly, sweating on his forehead and nose.

But Leon understood.

It has nothing to do with whether Martin, Yi'er, Ling, and Umbrella erO are traitors or not. After all, anyone would sweat profusely if a crazy girl pointed a gun at their waist.

Well, everything has been arranged, and if nothing unexpected happens, tonight... everything will be over.

Chapter 187: 189 The Chess Player (6k words!!)

That evening, Leon disguised himself and went into the banquet hotel with Victor.

The master was still keeping watch outside as before. As soon as there was any movement, he would send out a signal flare, and then all the old, weak, sick and disabled people would be evacuated at the speed of light.

Leon's insurance measures for the two insider "candidates" are very intuitive and clear, the classic "man-to-man" tactics.

He stared at Victor, and Rebecca stared at Martin.

In this way, no matter who is the traitor or who is planning something, Leon and others will be able to discover it at the first time.

Martin used to be a supporting mage in the team, and his melee ability was relatively weak, so Rebecca could keep a close eye on him.

As for Victor, the perennial runner-up was being watched by the perennial champion, so he couldn't cause any trouble.

"Huh? Where's Rebecca?"

Victor saw that the girl didn't follow Leon, so he asked.

Leon put his hands in the pockets of his suit - the suit was also bought with Rebecca's salary. She made a note in her heart that her master's pension had already begun to be in arrears - and replied calmly, O

"She said she had a way to get close to Martin, but she couldn't take me with her because it would attract attention."

Victor frowned slightly. "Since she has a way to find Martin, why not let her come here by herself? Is it necessary for the two of us to risk being discovered?"

In response to Victor's doubts, Leon's tone remained calm.

"Victor, I won't let any of you out of my sight."

"...Okay, I thought it was too simple."

Leon did not continue the topic and stood in a corner of the hall with Victor, silently watching the increasingly lively banquet.

"I haven't seen Martin for three years. I don't know how much that boy has changed." Leon said faintly.

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Victor secretly.

The weathered bar singer moved his eyes slightly, and Leon keenly caught it.

"The last time I saw him was a long time ago," Victor said.

"It seems like you guys don't have any contact."

Victor smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Without you, the team has disbanded. Everyone has gone their separate ways. We are no longer on the same path."

Leon did not comment much on Victor's opinion of the players.

The banquet begins at eight o'clock in the evening.

Today's birthday heroine slowly walked down from the second floor.

Martin's stepmother was married to his father after his first wife passed away. She is in her thirties and still has charm. She is considered a beautiful young woman.

She wore a black long dress tonight and tied her hair behind her head. As soon as she appeared, she attracted the attention of relatives and friends present.

This formal outfit is very classic, with a long skirt and bun hair, representing the woman's attention to the occasion.

But for Leon, he feels inferior to... a certain silver dragon.

If Rossweisse is a flower, then this beautiful woman is not even qualified to be a green leaf. She is far inferior in terms of aura and temperament.

It's a pity that I can't bring out my big female dragon to show you what a real beauty is.

Definitely next time, definitely next time.

"All luxury goods! The Martin family is really rich." Victor sighed slightly.

"Yeah..."

"Well, the skirt was custom-made by someone from a very famous shop in the entire empire. Needless to say, the necklace and ring are very valuable just by looking at their sizes."

Victor talked freely.

He has always been very knowledgeable about these delicate little objects, just like his guitar pick, Leon thought.

"Especially...that hairpin," said Victor.

"Hairpin?"

"Ah."

Leon shrugged, "How expensive can a hairpin be?"

Victor shook his head. "That's not a hairpin made of ordinary materials. It's made of the ivory of the S-level dangerous polar mammoth."

"Polar mammoth...seems to be a very rare and dangerous species." Leon said.

"Yes, people discovered a long time ago that the ivory of polar mammoths has good plasticity and is the best raw material for making luxury goods. Scarcity makes things valuable."

Victor explained, "But that thing is an S-level dangerous species after all. It takes a lot of manpower and resources to kill a mammoth, so jewelry made of ivory will also sell for a higher price than normal luxury goods."

"Oh~ So that's how it is." Leon showed little interest in this thing.

Victor glanced at him and continued, "Later, the blacksmith discovered that mammoth ivory is not only highly malleable, but also highly compatible with magic. After being enchanted, it can be used as a weapon with extremely strong penetrating power and lethality."

After saying this, Victor looked at Leon again.

This time, Leon's expression became more serious. "After enchantment, it can be used as a weapon..."

"Yes."

Victor said, "I heard that the hairpin seemed to be given to the stepmother by Martin."

Leon slowly turned his head and looked at Victor, "But I heard that Martin and his stepmother have a very ordinary relationship. Would he give such an expensive gift to his stepmother?"

Victor paused for a moment, his expression still calm, "Maybe it's to please his stepmother."

"Is that so, okay."

Meanwhile, on the second floor above the hotel lobby, Martin and Rebecca stood side by side.

"Victor has changed a lot," Martin said.

"Not everyone is a minister's son like you, living a carefree life with nothing to lose every day~" Rebecca patted his shoulder.

Martin showed a bitter smile, "If possible, I really want to switch with you, Rebecca."

"Switch? No, no, no, I'm afraid I won't be able to help but shoot your mean stepmother."

Rebecca paused and asked, "Why did you go back to your old self after the captain left?"

Martin shrugged and lowered his head. "People always need a signpost. Without it, it's like a horse that has lost its direction. After the captain's accident, I don't even know who to target and continue working hard for."

"Little Martin, you should learn to grow up."

"Why does it sound so weird coming out of your mouth Rebecca... You seem to be only one year older than me?"

"One year older is still older, so what?"

Martin smiled and didn't argue with her.

The banquet continued.

Around ten o'clock in the evening, the birthday girl and her relatives and friends were all a little tipsy.

Martin's father was also always socializing at the wine table.

After all, he is a member of the royal family, and every banquet is an opportunity to expand resources and connections, even his beloved wife’s birthday is no exception.

No one paid any attention to Martin who organized this normal banquet.

Rebecca looked toward the corner of the first floor hall.

Then Leon adjusted the sexy silver tie on his chest.

This was a signal that it was time to retreat, and Rebecca understood it immediately.

But what she didn't understand was why the captain chose such a flashy color as silver.

Rebecca knew that he liked silver, but she had never pursued it in terms of appearance before.

But when Rebecca thought about the fact that the captain had spent three years in the dragon's lair, she understood the mystery.

"Haha, a married, stuffy man." Rebecca gave the most appropriate evaluation.

"what?"

"Nothing. Let's go now. The captain has given the signal."

"OK."

Rebecca sneaks out the back door of the hotel with Martin;

Leon and Victor followed closely behind.

In the back alley of the hotel, Tiger had already prepared a carriage and was waiting there.

The two groups of people got on the carriage one after another. Leon patted the partition of the carriage compartment. Tiger in the front immediately understood and whipped the horse. The horse galloped into the night.

In the shaking carriage, Victor and Martin sat opposite each other.

The two people felt a little awkward when they met.

After all, Leon brought them together this time just to find out the traitor between the two of them.

They both knew each other's identities, but in the current situation, "playing the good guy" was the best option.

A real werewolf will not take action until the final killing moment.

The carriage rushed all the way, and about two hours later, they arrived at the slums of the empire.

Everyone got off the carriage.

Tiger leaned against the car and lit a cheap cigarette, "Go ahead, kid, no one will bother you to clean up the house tonight."

"Thank you for your help, Master."

Tiger took a deep puff of his cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke.

Leon turned around and took Rebecca and the other two into the dilapidated house.

Everyone was a little nervous.