As long as there are no too obvious flaws, the Paris Military Academy will not be able to investigate the disappearance of the three students. Even if everyone knows that it is Count Isaac's handiwork, the military academy will not fight with Count Isaac for the sake of three civilians.

Be against.

After receiving his father's consent, Gul couldn't help but have a sneer on his face. Of course he knew what it meant to save the other party's life. As long as it didn't kill him or maim him, he could do whatever he wanted with the rest.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The arrogant and proud Gur immediately called two servants and dragged Berthier, who was unable to struggle but calm and composed, into a hidden basement.

Many noble houses have such basements that serve as dungeons. They are usually used to imprison and torture disobedient servants. Occasionally, some shady characters are imprisoned in their own homes. Oga Coomas was once in Choiseul

Duke Er suffered some inhuman torture in the dungeon.

Earl Isaac continued to sit in the hall and taste the wine, with a proud smile on his lips:

"Then... I'll be waiting for the other three guests. I hope they can come to the appointment as scheduled. I heard that they were so loyal that they left the invitation letter. Don't let me down. Huh, I heard that they

They even formed a gang, it’s really ridiculous.”

Feeling that everything was under control, Earl Isaac was in a very good mood at the moment. He had already planned to cut off the limbs of the three mudbloods, bury them alive in the garden, let insects eat their bodies, and finally let them rot alive.

In the land, it turns into nutrients for your own flowers.

Just as Count Isaac was reflecting on his torture plan and wondering whether he could make the process more painful, his butler hurriedly came over.

"My lord, my lord!"

I saw the anxious butler trotting in from outside, shouting loudly and at a loss:

"Outside the manor...a group came outside..."

"Ah, my guests." Count Isaac drank the champagne from the glass happily, stood up gracefully and flamboyantly, stretched his body, and laughed:

"It's finally here, let's go, I'll entertain them myself."

"No... Sir, it seems that the people outside are not your guests."

The steward glanced at Earl Isaac cautiously, swallowed hard, and said:
Chapter completed!