People in Mond, arrogant sun, not hated

"Little Schubert, I know you want to make more contributions, but it's not good to be too impatient. Isn't your butt injury still healed? Just listen to your brother and rest in peace!"

These old bastards, all staring at the power in their hands and the future Mond rule, all just treat me as a clown.

But soon, soon...the Lawrence family will no longer have your place.

Whether it is Lawrence or Mond, it will only have one owner.

Schubert suddenly showed a strange smile in the dark.

Show you the power of the clown.

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"What! You said that Schubert set off with the action team without authorization... Tsk, meaningless pride and bravado."

At the desk, Geralt, who was listening to his immediate subordinates reporting the news, frowned tightly, his usual ice face rarely changed.

"Why didn't they report it earlier, but an hour after they had already set off."

A strong sense of oppression was released from the person in a high position, and the personal guard hurriedly reported it as quickly as possible.

"Master Schubert bought the relevant personnel in advance, it seems that there is a long-term plan, my lord, we have to-"

"Chase."

Geralt paused, then stood up quickly, and spoke coldly and resolutely.

"Okay, we'll—"

"Replace my identity before I come back, and I will go after it myself."

"This! This is not allowed, my lord. You are the head of the family. Even if it is related to Mr. Schubert, you should not go out in person. The risk is too great."

But his anxious persuasion was cut short by Geralt's cold tone.

"I understand, but you guys won't be able to catch up with him in a short time, but I can. Only I can do it here, understand? When you understand, prepare quickly."

The ice-blue God's Eye shone brightly on his left chest.

In terms of force, Geralt, who is gifted and honed since childhood, and who is in his prime, is undoubtedly the strongest in the Lawrence family.

Even if Falga, the head of the West Wind Knights, tried his best in the past when he competed with him, he could only beat him by half a stroke.

Now I have to rush to my idiot brother.

In this operation, he has arranged and commissioned several sets of quite dangerous attack plans. The sword has no eyes, and the weak Schubert is prone to accidents.

He skillfully took the black cloak and silver-white mask from his subordinates, opened the window, climbed up to the roof and left quickly.

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Finally, under his full gallop.

In the vast darkness, he finally saw the figure of the transport troops.

And he also released his aura without hiding it. The strong sense of presence made the transport captain with excellent ability turn his head quickly, took out his weapon and showed a dangerous look in his eyes.

"who?!"

Geralt calmly took out an ice-blue token engraved with Lawrence's mark from his arms, which was a proof that only the family head's personal guard could have. Looking at the people who had stopped moving, he spoke bluntly.

"Master Patriarch received a message from Master Schubert and asked me to check. Where is he?"

Everyone in the transportation team instantly showed a clear expression.

After all, they also understood that it was against the rules for Schubert to sneak in, so they didn't expect to be discovered.

The captain cleared his throat and said.

"That...you may not believe it when you say it, but it's true. When Master Schubert walked halfway, he thought the snow-capped mountain was too cold, so he went back again. It's a bit offensive to say...but the lord's Everyone knows the character, you can look for it on the way back."

Geralt clicked his tongue.

After the emotional outburst, he calmed down in the environment... just to cause trouble to others.

Geralt nodded and said to them.

"I understand, then please continue to carry out the mission, I wish you all the best of luck."

"Thank you for your blessings."

After finishing their polite words, they turned their heads and prepared to leave towards their respective goals.

It should have been so.

But in the next second, everyone's bodies tensed up like a frightened bird.

"Who!"

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

A familiar but somewhat unfamiliar voice came from beside his ears, making Geralt's never-stopping footsteps momentarily dull.

The blue-gold Song Lai drew a beautiful arc in the icy atmosphere, and attacked him with all his strength.

The cold blue clan long sword was unsheathed in an instant, and easily deflected the heavy blade in other directions.

"You... what's the matter?"

The ice-blue hair shines brightly in the snow-capped mountains, and the golden pupil exudes firm hostility. Even though he hasn't seen some changes in a few years, he can still recognize it.

That's why he frowned tightly.

The current section of the road should not have reached the ambush site he provided to the knights, and he clearly [specially] emphasized that Yura should avoid this mission. With Qin's ability and character, there is no reason why there will be problems.

Then how to explain the fact before his eyes.

Before he could think too much, the big sword was raised high again, and the west wind swordsmanship combined with dance came head-on like a blizzard.

The swordsmanship combined with the ritual dance...is not bad.

"Calm down, we are of the same race, you have no reason to attack us."

While constantly defending, he calmly pretended to be ignorant and asked.

And hearing these words, Yula gritted her silver teeth subconsciously, and a little anger appeared in her always cold eyes.

"There is no reason? Huh, can you see the light of the things you secretly transported in the middle of the night? If you want to explain, why don't you let it go and catch it without a fight."

But the purpose of Geralt's words had been achieved.

In the snowy night, the eyes are like two golden will-o'-the-wisps flickering on and off.

Didn't deny "Are you from the same family, it seems that you know it.

If it wasn't Qin, who told her about it?

Immediately, the appearance of a certain mole appeared in his mind.

But then disappeared immediately, he was even more unlikely than the former.

So in that case...

Geralt suddenly turned around sharply, grabbed the opening of the blade and stepped on it forcefully, causing Yura to subconsciously let go of the hilt while her hands were numb, and the man's body moved closer in an instant.

The swift hand knife swung towards the daughter's neck.

Let this guy get out of the way first.

But at the next moment, there was a cold touch in the palm of his hand.

A layer of armor made of ice formed in an instant and protected her neck.

"what?!"

"Quick battle, don't underestimate people, it's my turn next."

The unavoidable punch hit the mask hard, and the white petite fist contained a powerful force that was contrary to its appearance.

The mask shattered like a mirror, and the broken pieces fell lightly on the piled snow.

but--

Yura, who originally wanted to pursue the victory, was stunned in the battle.

"how come....."

The most familiar stranger, her father just looked at her calmly.

Then, as if he understood something, he ignored the trembling Yura, lowered his head and muttered softly.

"I see. If it was [you], everything would make sense. Is the current scene what you want to see?"

He quickly deduced the shocking truth, and his pupils, which seemed to be always as solid as ice, dimmed a little.

And at this moment, Yura finally clenched her fists.

"It's you, father..."

She covered her chest and took a deep breath, letting the air that seemed to freeze the blood flow through her heart. When she opened her eyes again, her hands were no longer trembling.

She's already made up her mind.

"Geralt Lawrence, now, in the name of Yura Lawrence, the captain of the Knights' Guerrilla Squad, I will arrest you for trying to subvert Mond and threaten the safety of the people."

She was determined, and Geralt looked at her without explaining.

It's just that the atmosphere between father and daughter began to deteriorate to a degree visible to the naked eye.

A protracted father-daughter dispute is about to unfold.

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Chapter 274: The so-called fate is something that is constantly connected and converged like a stream

"...has left already?"

At six o'clock in the morning, Yula opened her eyes and got up from the bed. She rubbed her eyes and moved her messy hair to her ears, and turned her head to look in the direction of the mole's den.

But in that soft basket, the strange mole that looked up at the stars and the moon with her last night has disappeared. This disappearance without saying goodbye made her suddenly feel a little lonely, even a little sad.

Even though she didn't understand why she felt sad about such a thing.

After quickly washing and dressing, she opened the door and walked towards the Knights.

"It's Yura, good morning!"

"Ah hello."

"I also ask you to continue to protect the peace of Mond today, Spray Knight."

"Well, don't call me that!"

Residents who also got up early and opened shops greeted her friendlyly.

The heroic appearance and contribution on the night of the abyss invasion made almost everyone on the sidelines recognize the knight named Yula, and regarded her as the only good egg in Lawrence's basket of rotten eggs.

Usually walking on the road will not be subject to gossip, the store will sell things to her well, and when sitting in the tavern, she will not drink alone, and feel that the surroundings are suddenly lively.

To be honest, since she is used to encountering setbacks, she feels a little unaccustomed to being treated in such a friendly and normal way.

However, she didn't hate this feeling either.

No one in the world would like to be hated by others...except for Elmes, no one can understand what is going on in his mind, that guy feels that no matter what the situation is, he can always maintain A smiling face.

While thinking this way, she opened the door familiarly and walked into the Knights.

Then there was a light knock on the door of Qin's office.

"Please come in."

Qin behind the door is still busy processing documents, but her complexion is much better than yesterday's about to die suddenly, it seems that she has had a good rest.

"Oh, it's Yura, good morning."

"Well, good morning."

The eldest daughters of the two noble descendants greeted each other in the most usual tone.

"So acting head, is there any task for me today? It has been two days since the last mission was completed."

And Qin also remembered what Geralt had specifically instructed her in the letter.

Try not to involve Yura, who has a complicated relationship with the family, in this matter.

And it's special 【emphasis】.