Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 603 Conspiracy
The moonlight illuminated the small courtyard in the villa, and several guards were on duty.

Cowboy Garcia is patrolling with Force guns. Not only is this job boring, but strictly speaking, it's useless.

He knew that if someone really wanted to assassinate Ren, it must be a real strong man, and they might not be able to detect it.

Besides, even if it is discovered, it may not be a good thing, and the head may fall to the ground.

If the other party dared to kill Ren, the youth temple, there must be two brushes. It would not be too easy to crush him and a few guards with only first-level strength.

Working as a doorman for the boss, this relatively leisurely job that is easy to curry favor with the leader on weekdays has recently become very dangerous.

Even if Melova City is a big city, here is a bustling villa area, which is not suitable for demon descendants and assassins from underground organizations, but the enemy may not always stand still.

'Feels like I'm going to move my head any minute! '

I was a little flustered, but Garcia still carried out the patrol mission meticulously.

This is not a question of whether patrols are useful or not, but a question of attitude.

Regardless of whether it is useful or not, let the leader see your efforts!
'Seek wealth and wealth in insurance, seek wealth and wealth insurance...'

Cowboy Garcia kept chanting silently in his heart.

He knows that if he wants to gain the respect and trust of his boss, the most important thing is loyalty!The second is strength.

Garcia is quite satisfied with his current life and career.

Because it's promising—in this world, it's very difficult for common people to transcend the shackles of class.

Many grassroots transcendents with some strength and ability can only become adventurers and service providers for a lifetime... They may gain prestige and wealth, and their lives are quite nourishing.

However, this cannot elevate him and his descendants.

Therefore, in the next generation, their offspring have to repeat the struggle from the origin, or just be buried.

Those who have the opportunity to become nobles are large-scale wars.

Especially in the war with the demons, many old nobles will always be eliminated and the extra land will be vacated.

There is also the rise of a new aristocratic family, and his boss, Ren, is a newly rising aristocratic force!
Because of the new rise, the empty knights and jazz classes are waiting to be filled──this is what Garcia is really pursuing!
A 20-year-old youth chapel with extraordinary talent and a bright future.

As long as Ren becomes a saint, even if the Ackerman family has no foundation before, it is not difficult for a saint to establish a prosperous field earl family from scratch.

Under normal circumstances, a field earl may confer hundreds of knights and a dozen knights in the territory.

Cowboy Garcia's ambition is not great, and obtaining a hereditary knight manor with hundreds of acres of land is his life's goal!

Take advantage of the fire in the war, or follow the rise of the upstart.

As far as he knew, these were two ways to get rich.

What makes Garcia feel very coincidental is that the 500-acre manor that his boss, Rennes, is about to acquire from the Farolan royal family is in the Wilton area!
To the south of Wilton City is the city of Dilamo, which is on the edge of the Pugani Plain.

And the plain is the sixth era, the first turbulent battlefield between humans and demons, full of blood and fire, full of death, opportunities... that is the most suitable place for upstarts and grassroots to make contributions.

So the opportunity is here!

"The trumpet to welcome the return of the king has not sounded, the flying flag has not been planted in the ancient brick city, the withered rose has not bloomed, and the horn of the red dragon has been cut in half...

But I am willing to follow you, my brother, my leader, my king..."

Pacing in the night, Cowboy Garcia softly recited passages from the Pharalan epic that has been handed down to the world──"Song of the Conqueror".

He even had the sense that the cogs of fate were turning.

Thousands of years ago, the founding emperor of Faroland, the "Conqueror" William Henry Clement, rose up in the area of ​​today's Wilton City.

He defeated the demon-born army of the Fifth Epoch and established Farolan, and most of the people who followed him became nobles now.

And Garcia believes he, too, is following a legend.

He has struggled for 11 years. After going through ups and downs, he finally sees the dawn of becoming an aristocrat. He also sees the epic and elegy about heroes, race, war, betrayal...beauties are about to be staged in that ancient wasteland.

The strong are not allowed to be provoked, and the king is not allowed to retreat!
Cowboy Garcia knows that now is the critical moment.

Ren is about to meet his first hurdle of becoming a land nobleman.

The cowboy believes in his own vision, believes that the boss will win, and initially establishes the majesty of the strong.

.........

A bright moonlight fell from the window sill, the curtains fluttered, and a cool breeze flowed into the living room.

The lights were brightly lit, and a glass chandelier swayed in the wind.

After taking out the artistic photo from the box, Ren didn't act immediately, but fell asleep in the bedroom.

An afternoon wasted like this.

After eating the dinner prepared by the maid, he practiced in the secret room for a while.

Because he had to contact someone at a fixed time, he rarely went to Keisha for a tryst, and he didn't return to the living room until early in the morning.

The housemaids, the cook, and the gardener are asleep, the drawing-room is deserted,
Ren held the artistic photo of a certain widow, turned it to the back, and turned the dial facing the number written on it.

The call was quickly connected.

But no one said anything on the other side, and Ren was not surprised. He said the code in a deep voice: "The bitch is ruthless, and the actor is ruthless. I will visit tonight to expose your true colors."

"Hmph, you bastard! What's the matter?"

After a few seconds of silence, a woman's pleasant voice rang out from the other end of the phone.

Even cursing, it gives people a soft and enchanting feeling.

"Ma'am, what you said seems too outlandish. I still hope that you can be honest with me like that time."

While holding the microphone, while admiring the naked art photo of Mrs. Ellie in his hand, Master Ren showed a playful and evil smile on his mouth.

Lady Ellie, Baron Carmel's second wife.

She was originally the daughter of a blacksmith in Orange Town on the Pugani Plain, and she was once best friends with the cowgirl Susanna.

After the death of the baron's husband, as the only direct heir of Baron Carmel's family was still young, Mrs. Ellie, the widow, was temporarily the actual controller of the family.

"Ren, you devil, scum...the plan to break the surface has not progressed, what do you want me to do?!"

Mrs. Ellie's voice was a little pissed off at the words "frankly and frankly".

Even on the other end of the phone, Ren could imagine her gnashing her teeth, and he curled his lips and said:

"Ma'am, which one of us is with whom? The revolutionary friendship we have fought together... Don't be angry, this has nothing to do with the 'Breaking Plan', it's just a small matter asking for your help."

"what's up?"

On the other end of the phone, Mrs. Allie suppressed her anger a little.

"At the edge of the plain, a group of well-fed aristocrats formed an alliance of interests. Recently, they began to bite me crazily and hate my thorn security company.

Ma'am, don't tell me you don't know about this. "Ren said lightly.

Baron Carmel's family is a hereditary noble in the city of Dilamo.

"So what if you know?" Mrs. Ellie snorted coldly, "The trouble you caused yourself has nothing to do with me!"

"Ma'am, may I remind you how great your figure is and how fair and tender your skin is?
Tsk tsk, look at these breasts, these beautiful legs... I can't help but admire your photos in the middle of the night. "

Ren rubbed his fingers against the art photo, his voice was very evil.

"You scum, villain...do you like to bully us orphans and widows so much?" Mrs. Ellie's voice on the other end of the phone was a little choked, as if she was trying to hold back her tears.

'You're not even an Oscar queen for this showman. '

Ren sneered in his heart, and was not moved at all.

Why did Baron Kamel divorce his original wife and marry Mrs. Ellie, the third wife?
Why did the baron in his prime "die young"?Why did the children of the baron's original wife "died of illness"?
In such a large baronial family with lush branches and leaves, why is there only one direct heir left, Mrs. Ellie's young son?

Ren knew that everyone who was used up by this woman, or who became her obstacle, was already smiling.

Not even her husband!
What a vicious woman, he really admires Baron Carmel, who is now completely cold, it is too long to marry such a woman.

"Ma'am, I won't talk nonsense, I heard that the noble alliance is pulling people to deal with me, don't you hate me?
It's just right, you represent Baron Carmel's family, join that noble alliance, and come fuck me together... Do you understand? "

Ren was too lazy to argue with her, and said with a smile on his face.

"You want me to... be..."

Mrs. Ellie reacted immediately, a little surprised.

"Ma'am, you're so smart, don't I need to explain? Baron Carmel's family is also an old noble in that area. I believe they will definitely welcome you to join."

"Ren, you are really insidious." Mrs. Ellie accused quietly.

Haha, what a bitch is pretending to be a virgin... Ren slandered in his heart, and said with a smile:
"Ma'am, you should take part in it, and then use your ingenuity to help them make suggestions.

Let's deal with warmongers, careerists, and evil scum Sir Ackerman happily together!

Also, remember to report to me regularly on how you plan to kill me.

For example, what methods were used, who were mobilized, and what plans were planned to be implemented... Do you understand? "

In the living room, the lights were flickering, and Master Ren, who was holding a microphone and crossing his legs, smiled softly.

The laughter was a bit weird, just like an old cunt.

"I understand."

Mrs. Ellie on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, but she still agreed, but a woman like her is equally ambitious:

"Help me, what can I get?"

"If you can get my protection, I will protect your orphans and widows in the future, so that others will not bully you." Ren leaned back on the sofa and said lazily.

"That's it?"

Mrs. Allie's voice was a bit unbelievable, and she wanted to send her away with just an empty word?Think beautifully!
Yawning, Ren said without blushing and heartbeat:
"Madam, why don't I give you another 10 gold coins, and treat it as a little milk powder money for your child, you're welcome."

"You...Damn it, I won't help you, you can find someone else!" Mrs. Ellie, who felt that she had been tricked, said angrily.

"Madam, I advise you to reconsider."

Ren rubbed the fruit photo of the beauty in his hand, and his tone was very evil:

"Don't forget, I once took photos of your art, and now I'm the only one who appreciates them, but if I send them to some newspapers... Hehe, ma'am, if you don't want to be popular in Faroland, you'd better press me Do what you want!"

"You devil! Rogue! Scum! Why don't you go to hell!"

Mrs. Allie's voice trembled with anger, cursing crazily.

Ren was unmoved. She had deliberately instigated him to kill the drug lord Matt.

Although the battle was very fruitful, she was also used as a thug for a while.

After realizing that he couldn't figure this vicious black widow a little bit, he did the most disreputable thing in his life──attacking the widow's house at night and bullying the orphans and widows.

Ren turned into a flower picker and entered Baron Carmel's house over the wall in the middle of the night.

He used Mrs. Allie's young son as a threat to take an artistic photo of her.

"You bastard! Scoundrel! You are a young talent in the bullshit kingdom, you are a scum who only bullies orphans and widows!"

Over there, Mrs. Ellie was choking on her fatal weakness, cursing angrily.

A mistake would cause eternal hatred. She really didn't expect that Ren would be so unscrupulous, without any arrogance or bottom line as a genius and extraordinary person.

"Hehe, ma'am, let's be honest, I'm much more moral than you, unlike you, who turn my face and deny anyone when I lift my skirt...

You should know that I have become a holy church, and it is your luck to be able to follow me. If you don't help, then I won't have time to fly with you next time! "

Ren's words were very blunt.

He is now as famous as "Black Rose" Sophie, "Holy White Sword" Michel, and others in the Kingdom of Faroland. He has the right to say so.

"Okay." After a moment of silence, Mrs. Ellie agreed.

She's a smart woman who knows Rain's potential.

Moreover, she has been forced by him to carry out the dangerous "plan to break the surface", if he is finished at this time, she will not have a good end.

"Besides, ma'am, I would like you to do me a little favor."

"what's up?"

A cold and bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Ren's mouth:
"It's very simple, find a few dudes from the noble alliance who only know how to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, influence them, and let them go somewhere to have fun...

It's easy to do, right? "

"What do you want to do?" Mrs. Ellie was startled.

Ren coughed lightly, and said solemnly:

"In order to promote friendly exchanges among the various ethnic groups in the Kingdom, strengthen comprehensive strategic partnerships, jointly discuss urban development plans, and jointly resist external risks, we should let go of our prejudices and go hand in hand...

I decided to let the native Kangao people have fun with the local nobles to enhance the feelings between the various ethnic groups. "

Mrs. Allie: "..."

Then, she was shocked and took a deep breath.

"Ren, you are such a devil!"

A few aristocratic dudes who only know how to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, and a few aborigines who have been corrupted by urban life and only know how to spend money and drink, meet together, and give them a little guidance, what will happen?
Between the natives and the noble alliance, a bloody conflict was inevitable.

"Ma'am, each other."

Ren just smiled softly, staring at the night outside the window:
"Come on, hurt each other! I'm not happy, and they don't want to have a good year either!"

(End of this chapter)