People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 510 The Centurion

"stop!"

The man blocking the intersection was wearing a well-dressed woolen coat. His sleeves were rolled up and his forearm was exposed with an eye-catching tattoo of "Chroking Hand".

He looked up and down at this "lucky person" with disdain and asked, "Are you Lothar, the new centurion promoted by the lady herself?"

"Yes, it's me."

The man looked at Lothar up and down. He seemed to think that the pretty boy looked girly, and his aura showed that he was not a powerful character. He couldn't help but sneered.

I thought to myself, Miss Valentina must have taken a fancy to this and promoted such a marginal person with a low reputation?

"The boss wants you to come over."

Lothar frowned and said, "What's the matter?"

"Last night, you used Turin's intelligence network without permission, right?"

What he was referring to was that Lothar used the intelligence network to find out about Elemmo last night. In fact, this was not a big deal at all. After all, Elemor lived in the family property. He just asked after saying hello, so it was out of the question. What intelligence network.

Lothar said amusedly: "I'm just looking for someone of my own, and I need to get permission from your boss?"

"Of course, although you were promoted to centurion, the lady did not give you any specific position." The man sneered and said, "Come with me. As a newcomer, you must understand the rules. Ram is a talented person. He’s the one in charge in Turin.”

Lothar frowned and said, "Did you forget something?"

"what?"

"Salute me."

Lothar said calmly.

"you"

The man sneered, and was about to taunt him, but for some reason, he felt a sense of horror in his heart, as if there was a demonic dragon entrenched in the bottomless abyss, staring at him from behind with a pair of golden eyes.

He swallowed, and his inner shirt was unknowingly wet with sweat.

Lothar's eyes stared straight at him, and in a daze, they actually overlapped with the imaginary dragon.

He quickly took off his hat, held it in his hand, and bowed his head humbly: "Lord Centurion, please come with me."

Lothar chuckled, and the ice and snow melted in an instant.

"That's right. I don't like rude people. I don't need you to lead the way. I still know where the main stronghold in Turin is. Let your boss wait in peace. I will go there later."

"Yes, my lord."

The man who watched Lothar leave felt as if he had just been fished out of the bathtub, and his face was filled with joy of surviving the disaster.

"Is this guy the lady's secret weapon? It's really scary!"

"No, I have to remind the boss that this guy is not a pretty boy."

The man left in a hurry.

When Lothar arrived at the Oak Tree Manor, Saluzzo's head in Turin was talking to a well-dressed gentleman. He was smoking a brown pipe with the top like an inverted pine cone and wearing a newsboy cap. The hat, lying on the leather armchair, behaved elegantly. When Lothar arrived, he just glanced sideways and took it back again.

The well-dressed gentleman glanced at Lothar, smiled and asked, "Do you have a guest?"

The person in charge smiled and said: "Mr. Congressman, please continue our conversation."

Lothar nodded calmly and said to himself: "It seems that my arrival is unlucky. Since you are busy, I won't disturb you. It happens that I have to track down the attacker, so I have to wait until I am free to visit again."

He originally thought that this narrow-minded person in charge would be a little smarter after being reminded by his subordinates and not regard himself as a competitor.

He was just a passer-by, and he wouldn't stay at Saluzzo's house for long, and he had no motivation to seize power or climb up. He had no conflict with the other party at all, but now that he thought about it, the other party definitely didn't realize this.

The centurion's expression froze slightly, but he could only nod his head calmly.

The wolf clan has always been known for its unity. There are internal fights, but they are rarely known to outsiders. This is also an unspoken rule among the Apennine wolf clan. He can never abandon the guests he is meeting and get up to fight with Lothar.

So Lothar was confident.

If they really wanted to fight, under normal combat power, he felt that he might not be the opponent of this dangerous-looking guy.

"We will give you our full support, Mr. Congressman."

The congressman bowed humbly and said with a smile: "Thank you very much, Mr. Ramdo."

"No need to be so polite, we are our own people."

After seeing off the congressman, Centurion Ramdo's face suddenly darkened: "Tell that Lothar to get back here. Does he really think that he is a big deal just because he has been favored by the lady? This is Turin, isn't it? Saluzzo!”

The subordinate next to him whispered: "Boss, I told you, this guy is not easy to mess with. His momentum is really scary. If there is a head-on conflict with you," Ramdo's face became even stiffer.

He hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he did not force his subordinates to chase Lothar.

He was really worried that a stupid young man like him would start a fight with him in public. In that case, no matter who loses or wins, his face would be ruined, and he would not be able to sit still in his position.

The person in charge of a city is a poor man.

For example, the congressman just now, the white glove he pushed to the front desk, opened a number of textile factories and glass manufacturing plants in Turin. Both parties were mutually beneficial, and each year they brought him generous returns of tens of thousands of gold louis.

in prison.

The judge lady wearing gold-rimmed glasses asked the prison guard: "Is there anything wrong with the female prisoner I brought back yesterday?"

"No ma'am, it's business as usual."

The prison guard, who was so tall that one could not help but suspect that he might have giant blood, lowered his head humbly: "Please come in."

"You came."

The imprisoned female gunman looked at her with a relaxed expression.

"Did you have a good rest last night?"

"Well, it's really good."

There was a stern look on Miss Judge's face: "I thought that the people behind you would take advantage of the fact that no one paid attention to you last night and come to silence you."

"Are you kidding me? Is there anyone behind me?"

The female gunner glanced behind her and asked pretending to be confused.

"Do you know how many people will die if you instigate internal fighting between two families?"

The corners of the female shooter's mouth were slightly raised and she remained silent.

The prison guard on the side said coldly: "Miss Lavinia, your questioning will not have any effect. To deal with such die-hard elements who refuse to cooperate, they should be put on death row. After a set of procedures, I guarantee that she will do everything." Accounted for."

Lavinia shook her head: "I have my own way - you go out, Jeston, I want to talk to her alone."

"Well, Miss Lavinia, if anything happens, please feel free to call me."

The prison guard bent down and walked out of the narrow corridor.

The sound of footsteps faded away.

Lavinia spoke again: "You know, last year, a member of the family shot and killed a textile factory owner in the street for failing to pay protection fees, but later, they turned over a street gangster from the slums to take the blame. "

The female shooter still didn't speak.

She knew that she was not smart enough, and if she followed the other party's thinking, she might be deceived into giving out some important information.

"Later, he fought back in court - people said he was found out by his conscience, but how could it actually be possible? That guy was a gangster who was trying to become famous and join the family. His heart was completely dark. How could he have any conscience? What's the point?"

"Did you execute him?"

A trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the female gunman. She was actually very afraid of being executed. She was terribly afraid. She was not a very professional killer. She went to assassinate two ordinary cornermen, but she never thought that she might miss.

Lavinia whispered: "I used some small means. I have always felt guilty about this matter. I often ask myself, for the greater good, is it worth it even if the process is not so just? of?"

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Lavinia said calmly: "I want you to tell the truth. If the conspiracy is not stopped and you succeed, the whole city may turn into scorched earth."

"It's not legal!"

The female shooter argued loudly. She knew that the woman in front of her was famous throughout Turin for her persistence in the law.

"In fact, it's completely legal."

She whispered: "This may turn you into a soulless body, but you will become a good person, which doesn't seem to be any worse than what you are now, right? After all, tolerating evil is to be right." The trampling of justice.”

"No, no, stop joking!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Lavinia looked calm and whispered: "Don't be nervous, it won't hurt."

The female gunman swallowed, and an extremely terrifying guess occurred in her heart. She said in disbelief: "Could it be that you want to pull out my soul and torture it?"

(End of this chapter)