Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 918: Go Crazy

"Whether I'm crazy or not is none of your business. I just want to ask you if you dare." Alan withdrew his foot from Remington's chest and clapped his hands. "Of course, you can tell Rackett or your big brother when you get back," he said. But if that's the case, then I'll have to find another candidate. Oh right, by the way, I killed the cavalry disguised as bandits outside the city. There are fifty men and twenty heavy mounted cavalry. The count is very generous. "

Remington was at a loss.

'"Don't tell me you don't even know that?" Ellen said with a strange expression. "Tsk, looks like the count and your big brother really treat you as an outsider."

He stuffed a note into Remington's pocket and looked at the man before shaking his head and leaving.

Remington's expression was complicated. Although Alan's feet were heavy on his body, they weren't as heavy as the glances he gave him before he left. The pitiful look in his eyes was so heavy that Remington couldn't breathe.

Alan returned to the hotel. Ante had already fallen asleep, and Belmord was still waiting for him. Seeing him come back, Belmord said, "Isn't this too flashy? Are you sure that Remington will listen to you?"

"I'm not sure. Remington has to gamble. I'm not. It's just that winning or losing on him is not a big deal." Allen stood at the window, clasping his fingers and knocking on the edge. He looked in the direction of the barracks and said, "From the moment Rackett lured the outsiders into the city, no matter what kind of cards he played, he was destined to lose to me. No, to Edward. What I'm doing is just going through the stage according to the strategy and arrangements he has laid out. The real outcome of this match was decided long before it even started."

Belmord opened his mouth and closed it again. Ellen looked at him and smiled, "Tell me what you want to say. You and I still have to hide?"

'"I want to know if Young Master knows Edward's background. This Maritan introduced himself to us at that time, and this fellow's brain is still so good. Not to mention the layout of Mountain City, he is pressing down on Rackett this time. He is too smart and always worries people."

"I told him when I first arrived on Planet Paradise. I didn't care what he was trying to do, so long as it wasn't a stab in the back, I wouldn't bother. I could even push him if I had to. Of course, I didn't say anything else. Some things were too clear and boring," Allen nodded.

Belmord nodded. "He's a smart man. He should know what to do. He's afraid he'll be too smart and do something stupid."

"So far, he has done very well. Since I want to use him, I won't doubt him. Of course, if someone really thinks I'm a fool, then he's definitely a real fool." Alan smiled.

"Then Young Master, when are you going to make your move?" Belmord was referring, of course, to the Rackets.

"One more day. If the Mountain City Guards don't arrive tomorrow morning, I'll go talk to Young Master Parson tomorrow night. Let's see if Remington has any moves, but no matter what, I'll definitely make my move the third night."

Belmord frowned and said, "Young Master's saber is domineering. It's not suitable to be an assassin. Why don't I go?"

"Who said I was going to be an assassin? I clearly came to smash the door open." Ellen pointed at his chest and said, "Don't think about getting involved. There's something else I have to leave to you."

Belmord shrugged his shoulders. "It's up to you."

Late at night, in the City Lord's Mansion.

In the study, Rackett and a young man looked at each other.

This man looked somewhat similar to Remington, and he was a little more clear-headed. Without Remington's fierce ruffian aura, his eyebrows became gloomy. Lecter looked at his eldest son and said in a deep voice, "I suspect that Viscount Allen is in Mountain City right now."

Jopney narrowed his eyes and said, "Then the viscount is a little too bold. I'd like to see just what kind of ability he has to kill the unicorn leader."

"Previously we lost fifty rides outside the city, Justin let people to investigate, found a mercenary group called thousand birds above. They were smart, too. First, they let the wind out, making me afraid to attack them. However, it wasn't hard to know something from the sidelines. For example, there was a fellow in their caravan who looked exactly like Alan. However, it was said that the man was red-haired, which was somewhat different. However, it is an indisputable fact that our fifty cavalry were destroyed by Young Master Saga's bodyguard. "I'm surprised. I've never heard of a noble family raising such a powerful expert."

"Also, their recommendation letter was from Roger. Together, these doubts add up to eight out of ten. Nine should be Alan. As for the red hair, dyeing it shouldn't be difficult."

Yopney habitually rubbed his hands. "Should we surprise the viscount?"

"No." Lecter shook his head. "We have to pretend that we don't know anything, but we have to strengthen the guards here. Back then, our ancestors built the Prefecture of the City Lord on the Coiling Snake Road in order to separate it from the city. It would be a joke if they wanted to sneak into the city and assassinate the City Lord. I don't think the Viscount would be wise enough to do such a suicidal thing."

"It would be even better if he was willing to come. A nineteenth grade fellow should have killed Daniel by luck. I heard that Ouban interfered at that time. Without that trash Ouban, how could Daniel die in a miraculous battle?" Yopuni looked at the shadows beside the study window and whispered, "Otherwise, can I borrow some people from those fellows?"

'"If something really happens, we won't be able to stop it. Now is not the time, Yopuni. If the people of the Shadow Duchy are exposed too early, the empire will be the first to let us off, not to mention Alan and the others." Rackett shook his head and said, "Right now, we are only waiting for the end of winter to arrive at the unicorn territory with the power of lightning." Then, they swam along the way, destroying Allen and Ark Harbor. After that, the Ark Harbor will belong to us. The other monsters can make as much noise as they want. "They will definitely attract the attention of the empire. Even if the empire eventually expels them, how can there be any evidence that the Shadow Duchy was brought in by us under such turmoil?"

At this moment, Justin's voice rang out from outside the study, and the door was knocked open. Justin stumbled back into the study and fell to the ground. Behind him was Remington. His body was filled with alcohol and blood energy, his eyes were red, and he grabbed a bottle of wine in his hand and strode in. Rackett frowned and shouted, "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing? Good question, old man." "Tell me," cried Remington, "I'm still not your son. Why are you hiding so much from me? Could it be that only Yopuni can help? Am I nothing?"

"Why are you so drunk?" Rackett slapped his palm on the desk and said angrily, "Look at you, dignified son of the count. You dare to come running over to me with the nickname of a mad dog. I'm telling you, if you weren't my son, you would have been beaten to death!"

Remington laughed. He suddenly raised his hand and smashed the wine bottle behind Rackett. Glass shards splashed beneath Rackett's feet, causing the old count's flesh to tremble in anger. '"That's right, everyone calls me mad dog. But what can I do if I'm not mad? You won't let me get involved in politics, and you won't let me touch the army. Do you want me to stay here all day like that trash Parsons, and occasionally run into town to see a bitch?" Cried Remington.

Parson, who happened to be passing by the study, rushed in and pushed Remington angrily, "Ollie is not a cheap woman."

Even though Remington's chest was painful, his brute force was still there. "Get lost, trash. If you weren't my brother, you would be the first one I crippled."

"Enough!" '"If you don't get out of here, I'll break your leg first!" Rackett said angrily.

Remington snorted and laughed maniacally before crashing out of the study with his chest on his back.

Rackett sighed, and Yopuni helped Parson back to his sickly brother. Justin didn't dare to stay here for too long. In any case, this kind of farce wasn't going to happen once or twice. Which time Remington drank too much and didn't come back to toss and turn before he gave up, but this time he tossed and turned a little too much. Moreover, he was injured. Who would dare to beat up a mad dog with such guts?

The next night, the Diamond Empress Theater in Mountain City was packed with people. Although the opera house had a rich and grand name, it was actually a small third-rate theater. Not to mention the Royal Opera House of the Empire, even the Night Rose Theatre of the Iron Spear Collar was incomparable. However, there was only such a theater in Mountain City. In addition to the popularity of music and dance dramas in the imperial capital over the past two years, this wave of fashion had also rolled into Mountain City.

The nobles in Mountain City would be embarrassed to call themselves nobles if they hadn't heard one or two operas. Aristocrats, you have to live a good life. If you want to be no different from commoners, then what's the point of having fun? The Diamond Empress Theatre did not open every day. There were only two or three musicals a month. However, every opening was packed, and tonight was no exception.

When Alan was standing in front of the main entrance of the theatre, he could already faintly hear the gentle voice of a woman singing from inside. He rolled up his sleeves and, as expected, was stopped by the snobbish doorman as soon as he arrived at the gate. Just as the boy was about to speak, a dazzling gold coin was stuffed into his pocket. The doorman smiled and said, "Although there are no seats left, it is still possible to erect a chair for the guest."

Alan did not say anything. He stuffed two gold coins into his pocket and whispered, "I don't want a chair. I want a private room."

The doorman frowned, "There are also boxes, but they are all reserved. It's just that those old masters haven't arrived yet."

There were ten more gold coins in his pocket, and the doorman's voice trembled, "I wonder if you have the guts to go to one. It's Mr. Parson's reservation. He usually books three rooms. Actually, only one room will be used, and the remaining two rooms are just for show."

Alan patted his shoulder, put a small bag of gold coins in his pocket, and happily said, "Lead the way."