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This night was destined to not be peaceful.

Ink Yan watched as more than thirty wolves blended into the night, and her eyes gradually became cold and lonely.

Perhaps the big end had already rotted away? Otherwise, why would there be so many ridiculous things happening?

Molda hid in an unlit room, staring at the Flying Flower Pavilion's window which was three meters above the ground. It was there that his first big subordinate, 49, had a solemn expression on his face. It was unknown what he was thinking about.

After nightfall, the oil lamp began to burn as hard as it could, producing a hazy orange glow. The handsome shadow of 49, which was focused on gazing into the distance, was elongated into a girl dressed gracefully. It was printed on the wall next to her and was very lively.

Molda couldn't help but swallow.

He wondered if he had seen a ghost recently. Why else would I always think of Ink Mist when I see her?

At that moment, the Waxillium came out of the house and approached Ink Yan from behind. A very national style of dirty braids covered the neck of the Hua Di tree, turning him into a heroic knight of legend, silently covering the former.

Molda's eyes could not help but widen as thunder rumbled in his mind!

A man was actually hiding in room 49 of a pure man?!

But Inkyan's actions had already begun. In the end, only a thought passed through Molda's mind, and he quickly received a report from the butler.

"General, I just saw 49 sending out all your wolves! It looked like they were going to find the families of the officials in the capital. The servant then chose a house and stood outside the door to take a look. He discovered that ever since your war wolf went in to deliver the letter, there was a bit of panic inside. "Some began to beat up their personal maidservants while others pretended to be unconscious. In reality, they were being carried out in the middle of the night by servants, just like …"

As Steward Cong said this, he could clearly feel the gaze of Molda, who was standing with his back facing him. What did 49 do?

The only problem was that this wasn't the entire process, and he wasn't too sure about what exactly happened to everyone. Thus, he could only rely on his own decades of experience to deduce his master's doubts. "It's like someone in the official's family has been caught red-handed, and everyone is busy doing something to hide the truth."

Morda finally turned around and repeated the word.

"A weakness?"

Ha ha ~ It didn't sound fair and square, but somehow he felt like tomorrow was going to be a big day for sure! The corners of Molda's mouth slowly lifted.

"As expected, this 49 is really good at handling matters ~"

Seeing this, Steward Cong lowered his waist even further and sighed deeply in his heart.

It's over! The general must be possessed! Otherwise, why did 49 do so much, step on so many officials' sore feet and not stop? Instead, he was protecting forty-nine? The words that he had planned to tell immediately came back to his mind.

Mo Da didn't reply to his worries. He waved his hand and said, "I understand." Then, he turned and walked towards the four people. Halfway there, he looked at the steward who had yet to move, and thought for a while, "Go!" Bring me the Rong-hua woman I saw the night before, and bring her a set of her favorite makeup. Will you let her stay with me tonight? "

Housekeeper Cong almost thought he was hallucinating!

The night before yesterday, Ronghua actually dared to stop the general without being summoned. Even if he didn't die, he was still considered lucky! How can I get another favor? The steward of the Cong family, who was well aware of Molda's habits, quickly made his suggestion.

"General, aside from Maiden Rong, there are also women from other tribes in the backyard. They were just as charming. Do I need to use it? "

Molda flatly refused! Propping his chin thoughtfully, he muttered to himself that these women didn't have the ability to make a move. He had to find a way to get something out of the people he cared about.

Housekeeper Cong was once again shocked! All sorts of ominous things that he had been worried about started to appear in his mind! The loyalty in his blood vessels clamored and pried open the mouth of the butler, causing him to take the risk to remind him.

"General, 49 is not a member of my Sirian tribe. As the saying goes, those who are not of my race will have a different heart. You have to worry! "

Who knew that Molda, who had almost reached the chuang area, would actually turn around again, using his extremely suppressed gaze to suppress the senses of his steward, threatening him with a question of his own.

"Butler, do you also want to be a master?!"

Hearing Mo Da's real threat, Butler Cong fell to his knees. He shouted loudly, "This old servant doesn't dare, I can't stop trembling!" How could he dare to believe that the people he had served the Heavenly Wolf Country for decades and days, in exchange for such threats?!

Was the general blind? Can't you see that all these spectacular actions are deliberately tarnishing the image of the Sirian? Using ants to nibble on elephants, he had unbeknownst to anyone, converted the grand plans that Mo Da and even the Imperial Advisor had meticulously planned into unsightly tofu dregs bit by bit …