Chapter 353

"Okay." Orson nodded after hearing this.

Then he also extended his little finger and hooked it with Li Teuk's finger.

After the two of them hooked their fingers for a few seconds, Lite let go and then looked at Orson.

"By the way, Orson, I have a question..."

"Huh?" When Orson heard this, he showed a puzzled expression.

"You should have known that I was a girl before, right? When did you know that?"

"Eh? Can you see this?" Orson was a little surprised.

"Yeah." Lit nodded. "After all, when I took the initiative to talk to Orson about my gender, Orson didn't have any surprise on his face."

"It feels like I knew it in advance and was waiting for me to show off."

This girl Li Teuk is very smart. After experiencing so many events that can be said to be quite big for her, she can still analyze them calmly.

"Okay, Li Te, you guessed it right." Orson said so and simply showed his cards.

It just so happened that the cause of this incident was related to Andre and his wife, and he was about to report the incident of Andre and his wife to Li Te.

"The reason I know this is because Virgil told me." Orson said, telling all the details that Virgil reported to him.

"Of course, in order to take care of your privacy, I asked Virgil not to tell it. You can rest assured that Virgil is absolutely loyal to me. If I don't let him tell it, he will definitely keep it secret."

"Is that so..." Lite nodded after hearing this. "Then, Orson, don't tell anyone else that I am a girl."

"It's okay, but Li Te, can you tell me why?" Orson looked at Li Te with some doubts, and then asked.

"Hmm..." Li Te thought for a while, and then said: "Because, at the beginning, when Butler Albert came to my house, he thought I was a boy."

"Even though I look like a girl from all angles, he still feels that way."

"Orson, don't you think it's a little strange here?"

"You said that...it seems true..." Orson heard this and nodded. “The rumors I heard from the residents back then were all about Duke Lucius’s actions during the war.

Lost a son. "

"You and your father are indeed related by blood. This has been tested. Then why..."

"So, Orson, don't tell anyone about this yet. I think there may be some hidden secrets..."

"Okay." When Orson heard this, he also took it seriously, and his tone became much more serious.

Then, he spoke: "Li Te, your parents in the countryside, Mr. and Mrs. Andre, were kidnapped at home."

Liteuk looked surprised when he heard this, and then looked at Orson nervously.

"However, you don't have to worry. All the people who plotted evil against them have been killed, and their current physical conditions are safe and sound. I also sent people to take care of them in shifts to prevent others from targeting them."

After Orson said this, Lite felt relieved. Then, she asked: "Well, Orson, have you found out who did it?"

"I haven't found out about this yet, but there should be results soon..." Orson said, touching Li Te's head and comforting her. "It doesn't matter, I will definitely help you find the mastermind behind it."

"Orson..." At this time, Li Te suddenly said: "As for the investigation of the mastermind behind the scenes, can you leave it to me?"

"Li Teuk, are you personally responsible for this matter? Yes, yes, but..."

"It doesn't matter. I am no longer the Lite who always needed your protection, Orson. In other words, I don't want to be the Lite who is always protected by you." Lite said this, barely showing a smile.

"Orson, you said before that you want me to be more independent, right?"

"I've also figured it out. If I keep relying on you, Orson, I won't be able to meet your expectations of me, Orson." After saying this, Lite smiled. "It's a pity that I can't always be by Orson's side..."

But the temporary separation now is to be together forever in the future.

Leeteuk thought so in his heart.

"Okay." When Orson heard this, although he was a little worried, he still nodded. "Since this is your idea, Lite, then I, as an older brother, will definitely support you."

"Well..." Li Te looked at Orson with a pouted mouth after hearing this. "Orson, you clearly know that I would be happier if you said this in another identity."

"I can't help it. After all, I still regard you as my brother...ah, now you are my sister." Orson said this and smiled.

The conversation between the two started out awkward and heavy, but in the end, it ended in relaxation and joy.

…

At noon the next day, Orson did not go to the student union with Olivia as usual today. Instead, he asked for leave and came outside the school.

Arriving at a high-end restaurant, Orson immediately saw a man with short blond hair and a white suit. Orson walked over with a smile and sat across from him.

"Long time no see, doctor." Orson spoke first.

"It's been a long time indeed. I still arranged a big guy for me when I went on a mission. It's really yours." The doctor said this and also smiled.

Orson didn't know his real name. He only knew that the man in front of him was about the same age as him, or at most a few years older than him. He was born in what is now Antica during the war years.

"What do you mean, have you found any information?" Orson said, looking at the doctor sitting opposite.

"Iron Wolf Mercenary Group, the party entrusted with this operation." The doctor took a sip of tea and then spoke.

"Iron Wolf Mercenary Group?" Oson nodded after hearing this. "I seem to have heard about this mercenary group in the Adventurers Association. Although it is small in size, it is mainly composed of elite fighters. It can be regarded as a group that specializes in doing underworld work for nobles and making money from the rich."

"Yes." The doctor nodded, "There is nothing wrong with the mercenary group itself. They do things when they are paid, and they are not afraid of offending others. As long as you give them enough money, they can kill the original employer for you."

"The person in question is the client behind the mercenary group, right?" Orson said, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes." The doctor nodded. "According to my investigation, the person behind the mercenary group seems to have a relatively small background."

"In the city of Saint Laurent, there is an agent called the 'Killing Angel'. This is also an intermediary agent."

"Then, if you want to investigate, you have to look into this 'Killing Angel'?"

Orson said this with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"That's right." The doctor nodded. "I can also give you some ideas about this person. For example, if you give the same commission next time, just ask him out to meet him. Wouldn't that be enough?"

“Do you think the other party will leak the customer’s privacy?

Go? Orson asked rhetorically.

"I don't know if he can. Anyway, I'm just providing you with a plan. I can't guarantee whether it's feasible or not."

"Okay." When Orson heard this, he had no choice but to nod. "Then don't mention anything else and let's eat first."

After lunch, Orson stood at the door of the restaurant and looked at the doctor.

"It's hard to imagine that someone like you could be so well-dressed and glamorous."

"Haha, I'm just here to see you, otherwise I would be very casual." The doctor said this, as if he was a little drunk, and hugged Orson's shoulder.

Afterwards, the two of them walked down the street until they turned into a small alley.

It was at this moment that Orson and the doctor stopped.

"You're already here, why don't you come in and talk for a while before leaving?" Orson said.

A few strong men standing at the entrance of the alley realized that they had been discovered and quickly prepared to run back. However, before they could take a few steps, Orson appeared in front of them like a ghost.

"I just told you, don't leave in a hurry." He looked at a few strong men with a smile, then knocked them unconscious and threw them into the alley.

Just when they were eating, Orson and the doctor felt that someone was watching them. Therefore, when they came out of the restaurant, they both pretended to be drunk.

It wasn't until they reached this remote, deserted alley that Orson and the doctor decided to take action.

"Didn't anyone tell you about my strength, Orson? How dare you come after me?" Orson said, pointing to a strong man who had just woken up, and spoke.

"Yes... I'm sorry, Master Olsen. We are really blind and ignorant. Really, please go around us. We are older and younger..." With that said, the strong man bowed to Olsen. Bye.

"Whether I spare you or not does not depend on me, but on your attitude of admitting your mistake." As he said this, he stood leaning against the alley and motioned to the doctor on the side to take action.

The doctor smiled, took out a scalpel from his suit pocket, and looked at the strong man in front of him with a smile.

"You don't want to lose any organs, right? Then tell us, who asked you to track us?"

"..." The strong man looked at the scalpel close at hand and swallowed, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"Sir, sir, you don't remember the faults of villains. Go around us. We really don't dare to say anything. If we say anything, we will die if we go back."

As soon as the strong man finished speaking, the doctor inserted the scalpel into the strong man's thigh.

The strong man was in pain and was about to scream when the doctor picked up another rag from the ground and stuffed it into the strong man's mouth.

It wasn't until sweat appeared on the strong man's forehead and his eyes widened with fear that the doctor took out the cloth.

"You may die when you go back. Life is worse than death here. You choose one." The doctor said this, as if he was immersed in a game called abuse.

"No need to ask, I sent you." At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley.

"Oh? A small shrimp attracted a big fish?" Orson said, looking at the figure covered by a cloak at the entrance of the alley, and then he narrowed his eyes.

It seems that in order to conceal his identity, in addition to covering his entire body with a cloak without exposing any skin, the other party also used the magic of virtual vocal cords to make a male-female voice that did not sound like a normal person.

What puzzled Orson was not the way the other party concealed his identity, but the fact that the cloak didn't feel like a living thing at all.

"Haha, after all, I have long wanted to meet the rumored Master Osun." Such a voice continued under the cloak.

Orson frowned, and then said: "Since you choose to meet people without even sending your real body, isn't this way too disrespectful to others?"

"Master Osun, please be considerate of us. Once you show your true colors to others in this business, you are not far from death."

"Well, since you took the initiative to find us, you must also know what we want to do with you. Are you right, 'Killing Angel'?"

"Oops, I didn't expect that. Although I knew that the Iron Wolf Mercenary Group would definitely fail, I didn't expect that they couldn't even achieve the most basic qualities of a mercenary. It seems that I overestimated them before."

"Don't tell me you don't have these." Orson frowned. "This is not a place to talk. Since you want to find me, just give me your address and I'll go meet you in person."

"Okay, then, go to No. 58 Oak Street, Orchid Tavern, tell me the name of the angel, and they will let you see me."

"As for the security issue, you can rest assured. I think Mr. Osun

When I am alone, I am the one who has to worry about my safety. "

"Okay." Orson nodded, then looked at the person behind him. "Where are those people?"

"You can take care of it, Mr. Orson." Cloak let out a hoarse laugh. "Those who work in our profession have already put their heads in their belts."

"Furthermore, with a few minions, I can allow Mr. Osen to meet me, but I don't want you to."

"Ha." Orson snorted coldly, and then looked at the doctor behind him. "Doctor, these people are at your disposal."

"Okay." When the doctor heard this, he showed a happy smile.

Then, he looked at the strong man who was still awake and asked the question he had asked the masked man before.

"Have you ever killed anyone? How many people have you killed? Do you think those people should be killed?"

On the other side, after the cloak finished his reply, he seemed to have lost his support and fell to the ground in an instant.

Sure enough, just as Orson had guessed, there was nothing inside the cloak.

Orson thought this and walked out of the alley, ignoring the sound of the knife cutting through flesh and blood behind him.

…

As a relatively remote street in the city of Saint Laurent, Oak Street can be regarded as the junction between residential areas and slums.

On one side of Oak Street is a slum that occupies a small area but is home to a large number of residents. On the other side of Oak Street is a relatively decent area where the real citizens of the imperial city live.

Oak Street is the junction street that divides the two areas.

As a tavern that serves both ordinary residents and poor people, Youlan Tavern has the characteristics of advanced facilities and low quality of drinkers.

Of course, once you pay the ticket and go to the second floor of Youlan Tavern, the environment will be much more elegant.

Orson came to the door. The waiter looked at the decorations on Orson and bowed respectfully to Orson.

"Angel," Orson said.

The waiter was stunned when he heard this, and then showed a knowing smile.

"I understand, sir, come with me." With that said, the waiter led Orson up to the third floor.

There was only one large box on the third floor. The waiter led Orson to the stairs on the third floor and left.

At the staircase on the third floor, an orc girl with orange hair and cat ears was waiting for him respectfully.

After seeing Orson, she also bowed politely to Orson, then led Orson to the door of the box, opened the door of the box, and motioned for Orson to enter.