Chapter 1725 Target

Can the main mission fail?

Facing Kieran's inquiry, Boll was stunned for a moment and then understood Kieran's plan.

Bol was no fool.

After Kieran mentioned the 'broker', he had some guesses.

Obviously, the previous voice should come from that famous figure in the huge city.

This is not hard to guess.

The real difficulty is what the 'broker' wants to do with him.

But, no matter what he does, as long as he dies, everything will be over.

The purpose of the 'broker' will definitely fail.

And him?

He could also repay Kieran's favor.

Thinking of this, Bol spoke.

"Can."

Bol replied in as normal a tone as possible.

But deep down in his heart, Bol sighed.

If this mission can really fail, he won't have to struggle so much. This is a mission that will lead to death if it fails, but at least his death is still valuable, right?

Inexplicably, when Bol faced death, not only did he lose his fear, but he also felt a little more ridiculed.

He suddenly discovered that he could face death calmly.

Death doesn't seem so scary anymore.

Is it because he has seen light from Qin Ran in front of him before?

Boll silently guessed in his heart.

"just kill me."

"This way the mission will fail directly."

Bol said simply.

Then, he suddenly noticed that Kieran looked at him with a strange look, and then...

Snapped!

A slap hit him in the face.

Suddenly, a sense of humiliation and grievance rushed into my heart.

"what are you doing?"

Bol roared.

"It's nothing, it's just that you were affected by the evil atmosphere around you. I'll wake you up."

"Are you awake now?"

Qin Ran asked calmly.

wide awake?

Bol was startled. He shook his head hard, and the expression on his face suddenly became horrified.

what happened?

Although I owe the person in front of me a favor, how could I intend to pay it back with my life?

This this……

I just...

Is it still me?

When he checked the system prompts and still found nothing, Bol raised his head and looked at Kieran, with a hint of shock on his face.

“There’s no silver bullet there.”

“There’s also more than it expected.”

Qin Ran carefully replaced the 'huge city' with another reference. Then, he looked at the evil aura invisible to ordinary people: "They are much more dangerous than they look."

"Were you not afraid of death just now?"

Qin Ran turned around and asked.

"right!"

"Not only am I not afraid of death, I feel that such death is a relief for me."

“It’s something with a sense of mission and glory.”

Bol nodded, his expression full of fear.

The unknown always makes people feel scared.

Especially when something familiar becomes unfamiliar.

"I had sensed these things before when I was in Morsa, but they did not affect me."

"Is there something strange in this pine forest?"

Bol asked.

"It may be that there is something strange in this pine forest, or it may be that the Morsa you were in is special."

"or……"

"It's just these evil auras that have become stronger!"

"They're starting to get demagogic!"

Kieran's indifferent answer made Bol take a breath. As a qualified solo traveler, he knew very well that, as Kieran said, the world would become very difficult.

A force field that could affect his mind without even realizing it, and that was getting stronger and stronger, made Bol's scalp start to feel numb at the moment.

"What should we do now?"

Bol asked subconsciously.

"Follow your plan."

Qin Ran didn't answer like this.

When he asked Bol whether he could fail the mission, Kieran really wanted to use his own way to directly make the other party's mission fail, but then Kieran realized that such an approach was not advisable.

If it had been anyone else, this approach might have worked.

But Kieran didn't forget that his opponent was a 'broker'.

With the way that bastard 'broker' behaves, he must have thought of this most direct and straightforward way to deal with it.

Similarly, the other party will inevitably make arrangements.

Kieran can guarantee that if he really chooses to kill Bol, there is no telling what will happen.

And if you choose not to kill Bol or destroy Bol's main mission line, there will be no good results, because this is the wish of the 'broker'.

The 'broker' didn't want Bol dead.

The 'broker' needs Bol to complete a certain mission for him.

Otherwise, we wouldn’t have gone to such great lengths to arrange so many things.

The dilemma of choice did not make Qin Ran lose his bearings.

Qin Ran, who had gone through many difficulties, was not frightened. He was even a little eager to give it a try.

Because, Kieran knew very well that he now had the advantage!

An unexpected destruction gave him such an advantage!

What he has to do now is to understand the world and find the real goal of the 'broker' in the next time, so as to truly destroy the 'broker's' plan and better expand his advantages.

And this requires the introduction of Bohr.

Simply put, Boll needs to live and accomplish his set goals according to his own ideas.

And Qin Ran?

It is necessary to find the purpose of the ‘broker’ in this process.

Is it the royal family of Etandin?

Or the religion of Etandin?

Or something else?

Kieran will slowly distinguish.

Bol fell silent, feeling relieved in his heart.

He didn't know what Kieran really wanted, but he knew that if Kieran really wanted to kill him, then he would really have to wait for death. There was no other way.

Even if his bodyguards were brought along, they would not be Kieran's match.

Compared with Kieran, those guys blocking the road were really nothing.

And judging from the situation, it seems that this ‘Demon of Fire’ is going to go with me, so...do I no longer have to worry about my safety?

Boll came to his senses with joy on his face.

This feeling of joy was noticed by Ashcano, who had just returned from cleaning the battlefield.

"Mr. Bol, are you happy about our spoils too?"

The tall, muscular bodyguard was carrying bundles of swords and matchlocks, with a smile that couldn't be concealed on his face.

According to the contract, he had a share of these spoils.

"certainly!"

"Come let me check out our loot!"

Bol didn't explain and started counting the loot with a smile.

"These swords are pretty good. With scabbards and scabbards, they can go into second-class shops. So are these matchlock guns. Although they lack formal maintenance, there is still no problem selling one for 1 Kimpton. Armor , Do you have any war horses?"

Bol, who quickly entered the state of mind, began to evaluate the spoils in front of him.

"No."

"The only few war horses have been affected in the battle."

"The same goes for armor."

Ashcano shook his head.

"That's such a shame."

"Come on, Mr. Ashcano, wrap these trophies in our linoleum and put them on the top of the carriage. After entering the Sika Territory, they will become golden Kimptons. Don't worry, you will have a share of them. Enough for you to put on a sturdy plate armor."

Bol sighed, but did not forget his contract.

With Bol's promise, the bodyguard became more motivated.

When the bodyguards began to carry the trophies, Bol looked at Kieran respectfully.

"Of course you get the biggest share."

Bol said this.

Regardless of whether Kieran wants it or not, Bol thinks he should have such an attitude.

Kieran turned around and walked towards the carriage without comment.

When Bol took two quick steps to open the car door, the flames on the piled and oiled bodies began to spread.

Thick smoke billowed into the sky.

The raging flames engulfed everything.

The surrounding pine trees had already been chopped down by Ashcano, and this seemingly reckless bodyguard also deliberately cleared an open space so that it would not cause any fire at all.

Sitting in the carriage, when passing by the blazing fire, Qin Ran looked out through the window.

The flames burned more intensely.

The gray mist was not affected at all and still enveloped the flames like a heavy fog.

even……

It is becoming more and more intense.

"Although there is no negative energy, will death still make these evil spirits stronger?"

Qin Ran thought to himself.

Then, he almost instinctively thought of the 'Ms. Disaster'.

After all, according to Boll's description, the woman caused even greater deaths.

Is the other party related to these evil things?

Guessing in his heart, Qin Ran's eyes began to scan the inside of the carriage.

This is a four-wheel traveling carriage, so the interior of the carriage is very spacious, with not only tables and chairs facing each other, but also a small table attached to one side of the carriage.

At this time, the small table has been opened, with a pot of heated tea on it.

The kettle is a metal pot, and the teacup is also a matching one. At this time, it is placed on a palm-sized fire, and there is a gurgling boiling sound coming from the kettle.

Boer threw the cut tea bricks the size of fingernails into the pot, and then began to add two spoons of honey and several green plums into it.

A minute later, when Bol placed several snacks on a plate, he picked up the teapot and poured a cup for Kieran before pouring another cup for himself.

"Sir Colin, please try it."

"This is a popular tea among the nobles of Etantinople. I learned it from the Temple of War."

"The desserts are from the best cake shop in Morsa."

Bol introduced Qin Ran.

For food, Qin Ran has always maintained his love and never changed his attempts.

He took a sip of tea first. It was warm, sour and sweet, and felt good.

The pastry is not soft enough, and is even a little rough, but it is not difficult to swallow. The sweetness is beyond imagination, as if the entire pastry is supported by sugar.

Kieran took another sip of tea to ease the sweetness.

"The tea is good."

Kieran told the truth.

As for snacks?

He declined to comment.

Then, I instinctively thought of cookies and snacks baked with mimosa.

Silently, Kieran pushed the plate with snacks towards Bol.

"You don't like sweets?"

Bol grabbed two snacks and threw them into his mouth, chewing them while asking.

“Everything needs to be done in moderation.”

“Once you get beyond that, it becomes unacceptable.”

Kieran did not answer directly, but said tactfully - for the sake of food.

"Then you may not be able to enjoy the food in Etantinople. There, the sweeter the food, the more popular it is. Barbecued meats are often pickled with sugar. Especially some dishes of the royal family are famous for their sweetness in Hokuriku."

Bol said regretfully.

While talking, Bol also ate a few more snacks.

It was obvious that Bol was a man with a real sweet tooth.

When there was only one snack left, Bol knocked on the window behind him.

Boom, boom, boom.

"Mr. Ashcano, would you like a snack before breakfast?"

The wooden window opened immediately, revealing the smiling face of the bodyguard.

"This is exactly what I need."

Mr. Bodyguard did not take the plate, but picked up the snack and threw it into his mouth. Compared with Bol, the other party ate with gusto, and Kieran even heard the sound of the other party licking his fingers.

And since the beginning of the battle, the opponent has not washed his hands.

Before the carriage set off, we also went to the toilet.

Not wanting to dwell too much on this issue that affected his appetite, Kieran tapped the table lightly, attracting Bol's attention.

"Are you ready to integrate into the high society of Etantinople?"

Qin Ran asked.

Of course, there is some information hidden inside that only Bol can understand.

"It's not that easy!"

"Although the title purchased with money has been recognized by the king, it is difficult to be recognized by traditional nobles."

"Even if someone introduces me to that circle, I will be looked down upon."

"Even if the person who despises me has lost all his ancestral property and is heavily in debt, it will still be the same, because he has a glorious ancestral history that can be traced back to Atantin II at least, or even further back."

Bol smiled bitterly and explained to Qin Ran.

"It's difficult, but it's not impossible."

Qin Ran asked with interest in himself.

"Um."

"If... I had a fiefdom!"

"Even if it's just a village!"

"I will also completely change the status quo."

Bol nodded without hiding anything.

In Hokuriku, the biggest advantage of the nobility is the land. Plantations continuously produce various crops, which is regarded as one of the glory of the nobility.

"Can I have it?"

Qin Ran continued to ask.

"Not sure yet."

"I've found some ways."

"But there's a lack of real knowledge - I can't tell if that person is trustworthy, and he's testing me in the same way."

Bol's voice lowered, and he tried his best to speak in a voice that only Kieran could hear:

"Since Attantine II recognized that 'although private land is sacred and inviolable, the king still has the right to supervise', it is not uncommon for nobles to sell land, but that is limited to nobles, and ordinary people don't even think about it. Even if some poor nobles starve to death, they will not sell their land to ordinary people, because even if they sell it, they will not survive. The king's guards will arrest him, deprive him of everything, and then hang him in the river. Outside the city walls.”

"Of course, the person who bought the land will be hanged next to him, and the land will be taken back to the royal family!"

"Initially, some people took the risk, but after Attantine II hanged his own uncles, no one dared to do so."

"With the exception of rebellion, the Atantine royal family has zero tolerance for the trafficking of noble lands."

"So, if I want to buy land, I must have a legal noble status, and I am not the only one who thinks about this."

Qin Ran nodded slightly.

He had a general understanding of the situation in the copy world in front of him

And we also have an understanding of Bol's situation.

At least, the opponent's competitors definitely don't want to see such a scene.

Those people will do whatever they can to stop Bol.

This is how the previous robbers and peepers came to be.

Moreover, those people don’t give up easily.

Kieran raised his head and looked at the roof of the car.

On the roof of the car filled with trophies, an undetectable noise suddenly appeared.