Vol 3 Chapter 347: Self-cultivation of 1 actor

The next day, dawn.
The rising sun has not yet risen to the east. It should have been a time when the woman got up early to work on a family meal. But in high-end hotels, the nobles got up early too.
The chaos last night was short-lived, but it still had an impact. Everyone's in a bad state right now, rubbing his red eyes, yawning, his face tired. Such a spirit should not have risen so early, but now they have a reason to be so ...
At this time, a middle-aged strong man in armor returned from the front hall of the hotel. When he met the nobleman bowed and saluted, he saw the cavalry and greeted him. After entering the attic, his face was slightly darker, and he turned straight to the right, then stopped in front of a door, knocked twice, and pushed in.
"Sir, the grey-clad negotiator has arrived at the door. Do you need to go?"
Inside the room, Alex sat quietly at the table, tapping his forehead with his fingers, and a look of contemplation, which was completely different from the rude and arrogant temperament usually shown. Wen Yan did not answer, but looked up and asked an irrelevant question: "Not back yet?"
The question was abrupt, but the middle-aged and strong man in the guard role naturally knew what it meant, and shook his head: "No." He paused, then said, "Master, rest assured, although the housekeeper is a bit weak, but he has always been careful and I brought eight more family dead men, and nothing will happen. Well, when I first came back from outside, I saw Philip. He looked panicked and nervous ... The thief must have succeeded. So the housekeeper should be dealing with it now It will be back soon. "
"Well ..." Half a moment, Alex nodded his head, still agreed with the inference, then got up and rubbed his palms, and said, "You just said that the people in the gray army have arrived? So early?"
The middle-aged man nodded, with a gloating smile on the corner of his mouth: "Yes, to be precise, I sent someone to send the post half an hour ago, and it just happened to be here now. Hehe. There is fun to watch."
Alex smiled and shook his head with a smile: "Ha, these so-called old maggots ... well, it's a little smart."
What they said was naturally yesterday. In addition to Jack, there were also several thieves hired by traditional nobles. However, after the Alexs knew about this, they naturally could not plan to make any changes, so the thieves had just approached the attic last night. He was arrested by the middle-aged strong man who was here.
The next thing was interesting. After a brief fight, the exposed thieves were all killed by intentional or unintentional cavalry. Immediately someone pointed out that these thieves appeared to have appeared in the gray army negotiating team ...
There is no doubt that this is framed, but this is what the traditional nobles need. It can be said. They still play beautifully. If the thief succeeds, then the seal is in hand. If the thief fails, kill and kill him, and push on the gray army without psychological pressure.
"But why are these gray-clad men here so early ... forget it, just go and see." After wondering, Alex shook his head. Walked to the door, paused, and threw a key to the middle-aged man. "You go with me, um, you will come out again after half an hour. If the housekeeper has not returned at that time, you will take someone there. Taverns. "
"Yes!" The middle-aged and strong man subconsciously glanced at a location inside the house. Bowing slightly and nodding, he opened the wooden door and let Alex walk out.
The negotiation was initiated by the gray clothing army, which was very hasty, so the nobles were already at the door of the hotel at this time, and the attic seemed very quiet.
Just out of the attic, Alex raised an eyebrow. I saw a beautiful woman rushing forward, and opened her mouth and laughed: "Ha, it is Miss Lolise. Well, Philip is not in it."
Somehow. Alex seemed to see a rather weird look on the face of this beautiful woman, but when she discerned it all, she looked anxious.
"Oh ... I've seen Sir Alex! I'm back to find something."
Is it a seal? But let her find it. It seems that Philip is really in a hurry ... Alex is more stable under his heart, but on the surface he is still confused: "Find something? Listen to it and see if I have seen it."
"Yeah, why didn't I think ... well, it's a book called" The Self-Cultivation of an Actor ", Sir, have you ever seen that?"
"Uh ... what, what kind of cultivation?"
...
Watching the back of the woman rushing into the attic, Alex grabbed his hair, turned his head and asked, "Isn't it a seal?" The middle-aged and strong man spread his hands, and naturally did not know what was going on.
Shaking their heads somehow, they walked towards the hall.
In this way, they naturally have not seen the woman behind them enter the attic and have not returned to the second-floor room. Instead, he turned to look at them, his lips were slightly angled, and he turned straight to the right of the first floor.
Needless to say, this is naturally Down.
What a good actor ... Alan praised Alex, Tang En pursed his lips, looked at the doorplate, and finally stopped at a door, which was Alex's room.
Looking around, the corridor was empty and silent. Close, turned his hand to reveal the dagger, and slowly slid down the door.
Tang En is an assassin, not a thief. Although prying lock technology can also be, but it is not professional, it is faster to violently crack, after all, he is not here to steal things ...
It clicked, and the door lock was broken directly. Tang En's mouth was raised, he pushed in the door, and then ... choked!
Tang En had the courage to come in directly. Naturally, there was no one in the house, and it was true, but now the window facing the door was wide open, and a waiter dressed was bending over the window and preparing to roll in There are still many people faintly behind ...
Tang En and the waiter faced each other for the first time, their bodies were stiff, their faces were gazing at each other, and their eyes were facing each other, quite quiet and weird.
"What's wrong, Bao ... uh?" He asked softly, and then another head came up from under the window.
After breaking the silence on the court, Tang En made the same response with the waiter, and immediately probed into his arms and pulled out the crossbow. But maybe because of all scruples, the crossbow was not fired immediately.
"Hehe ..." After a few chuckles, after seeing the waiter's face clearly, Tang En waved his hand, put his crossbow first, and raised the corners of his mouth. Doors and windows don't look good. "
That's right. The waiter, whose face was covered with hair and only one right eye, was Bowes. But he didn't lower his crossbow now, still holding it cautiously, frowning: "Who are you?"
"Lorris?" The other man who burst his head looked at Tang En's appearance and dressed after being shocked, and said subconsciously.
"Oh? Bernie Cavalry Commander is here too." Tang En glanced. One word broke the identity of the other.
Bowers and Bernie sank at the same time, but their faces were camouflaged. Even if they were seen through, they would not recognize their identity. There was only one explanation, that is, the other party had already known their existence.
"You two don't have to think much. I wanted to talk to you before ..." After returning to normal voice, Tang En shook his hands and showed the pothole dagger. "After all, we have cooperated once, and we can still be regarded as old acquaintances."
"It's you!"
Bowers and Bernie exclaimed at the same time, and then looked at each other with a look of confusion.
...
Know the details of each other, although they can't get closer to each other. But at least this situation was avoided immediately.
He greeted him backwards, and Bowes and Bernie rolled into the room.
Tang En put away the crossbow dagger and closed the door with his backhand. He said, "Our goal seems to be the same. Well, why did you enter Alex's room?"
"Why didn't you say it first." Bowes was so used to it that he didn't want to be questioned by a mole.
Tang En spread his hand: "Well, exchange information! I'm sure I know more than you, so. Naturally, you should speak first."
"Oh?" Bowes glanced down at Don, and then stretched out his fingers and circled the room. "If I say there are other people in this room, do you believe it?"
"Letter!" Tang En raised an eyebrow, and his lips were slightly raised. "And I know where they are hiding, and where is the front door of the agency ... Um. Want to know?"
Bowers opened his mouth, his expression a little dazed. Bernie on the side didn't hesitate to step forward and stretched out his fist: "The deal!"
Fist hit, "Deal!"
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at the same time. Hotel entrance.
"You dare to come!" Simpson's old face blushed and roared, and then he rushed up to fight his life. Of course, I was stopped by a few nobles before taking a few steps, kicked my fists, and refused to spare. "Don't stop me ... nobles dare to kill, you are dead ... Ronald, dare to negotiate? We'll see you at the Imperial Court when you go back, don't stop me ... "
Down the stairs in front of the door, Josiah and a few secret agency executives looked indifferently at this side, frowning slightly, "Why didn't I dare to come?"
"Okay, courageous, then do you dare admit what you did?"
There is a trap in this vague wording. The traditional aristocracy is going to make an effort to let the other party admit it, but after responding to the sentence, Josiah ignored it and looked at Ronald. "The place of negotiation where?"
It is naturally difficult to find any place in such a hasty time. After a pause, Ronald waved and made an invitation gesture: "The hotel is in the lobby, please!"
In fact, Ronald had doubts in their hearts, not what happened last night, and their IQ was not weak to this extent. Through Philip ~ EbookFREE.me ~ they and Josiah have been talking on the side. Although most of them are building trust relationships, the negotiations are indeed slowly progressing. They are satisfied with this approach. But Johia's sudden arrival this morning was without any notice, which naturally made them a little confused.
"Why not answer, don't you say that you dare ... Is it guilty, I tell you ..."
The traditional aristocracy is still stubborn, but neither Ronald et al. Nor Josiah ignored them and went straight into the hotel lobby.
As soon as they disappeared, the screaming stopped. Simpson stopped the madman's behavior, sorted out his clothes, and scorned his lips: "Well, but a few pariahs want to fight with me ... go, go to the side hall, I'll see how their negotiations continue."
Since it was decided that the thieves were to be described as gray-clad, it was natural to hold the charges. And even if there is no evidence, it is necessary to pose the victim and occupy the commanding heights of the speech first. These nobles may not be able to play well, but the fighting heart is first-class ...
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