Noble Villa [Whistling]

Chapter 111 Shooting

There were many people who pushed him down, and Edgar was very painful.The postures of these people are too professional, as if they are trained soldiers, in short, one is enough for Edgar.It seemed that these people were even more panicked than him. Edgar wanted to say that you can relax a little, but there is no chance to say it now.

"Come on, sir, what's the matter?" one person asked another, who was probably the leader.

"Get rid of it, do you want me to teach you everything?" The voice was decisive, suppressing a little trill.

"This guy's clothes are made of buckskin. Could he be a nobleman?" The other boy who pressed Edgar was hesitant.

The commander still insisted; "Impossible, the nearest residential area here is also a slum. This is a small thief, so embarrassed, the clothes should be stolen."

"but......"

"Execute! Don't say any more." The others were still hesitating, but the leader had already made a decision.The leader covered his face with a handkerchief. He didn't know how to do it himself, he just needed to supervise the completion. "You just accidentally killed a thief today, and he took the precious silver vase."

Edgar cherishes life the most, he knows that this man is not joking, no matter what the purpose is, he will really shoot.Maybe he was involved in a dark trade, in short, it's time to fight for himself.

"Wait," roared Edgar, "I'm Linton!"

"Linton?" The leader was taken aback, "Which Linton?"

"Edgar Linton."

This is an ancient and rare surname, not many people in the empire have this surname.Although he is not considered the nobleman closest to the right, as the only heir, Edgar still has a certain reputation.

The leader didn't speak, just when Edgar thought he might have persuaded this person, he said softly: "Execution."

"Are you crazy? Offending nobles without authorization will be sentenced to hang." Edgar shouted.

The ringleader obviously understood, and he was unmoved.But others were puzzled. Although the revolution raised the status of commoners, nobles were nobles after all.

"You said you were Linton?" The leader knelt down, still looking aloof, and didn't even let Edgar go. "Then what evidence do you have?"

Edgar's pupils shrank, and he now understood why this man dared to be so blatant.This is a private mansion, no one knows he came here.Even if everyone discovers his disappearance, as long as this person does not admit it, it is impossible to find him.He suddenly thought of the Frenchman who died under Ala many years ago, and the alley that day.In the eyes of some people, human life is worthless, regardless of status.

After accepting the reality, it will make everything clearer.

"You can lock me up for verification first. Even if you have nothing to do with them, these subordinates of yours are civilians. You have to think about the consequences." Edgar threatened, "Linton will never forget."

There was obvious commotion among the people pressing Edgar, not everyone could afford to provoke nobles.Although it now appears that the Linton family is not at the center of power.But any aristocratic family that has survived from the Middle Ages cannot be underestimated.The long-term marriage made their relationship complicated, and the power of the Holy See was basically in the hands of these people.Even if there is a one-in-a-thousand chance, no one will risk their own life.

Edgar was actually not sure. Judging from the current situation, he was lured into a lot of trouble.But he was betting that if the people behind the scenes put so much energy into getting him here, they wouldn't let him die so easily.So what I have to do now is to delay the time and wait for the opportunity.

"What a proud child." A warm voice came from not far away. From Edgar's perspective, he could only see the handmade leather shoes of that person.

"Sir." The man quickly stood at attention and subconsciously gave the military salute.Edgar sighed, it seemed that his guess was right, these people were not ordinary servants at all, they were soldiers.No wonder they would use such a cold word, and dare to turn a blind eye to a nobleman. The leader's level may not be low.But if you can manipulate soldiers to serve you, then who is sitting in this villa now?