Chapter 331 Shooting

Ironthorn Territory, inside Brody's mansion.

Locked in the bedroom, Outles Brody was like a wild beast in a cage. He couldn't sit down or stand up, and could only pace back and forth anxiously.

He was actually imprisoned by his own son. At first, he threw away his noble manners and picked up an iron candlestick to smash the door, cursing outside, even smashing the chandelier with a chair, destroying the bedroom into a mess - but those treacherous and heartless servants completely ignored him. Only three meals a day were stuffed in through the crack in the door on time, and he could only stay breathless in the ruins he had created.

So after a day and a night of tossing and turning, Outles calmed down and seemed to have accepted his fate. The servants guarding him gradually relaxed their vigilance towards him, and the old butler who had been with him for a long time even secretly gave him a pistol for "self-defense."

From the servants' fragmentary accounts, Outles gradually pieced together a horrifying story—his good son, Percy Brody, had, under the instigation of that bastard expelled from the family, had brazenly massacred an entire army of the Royal City! Not only was the boy now seriously injured and unconscious, but several strangers from Port Morris had also appeared in his home, moving freely as if they were in a deserted area!

When Outlets got the news, he felt his eyes go dark. He suddenly became limp as mud and sat down on the ground in a cold sweat. He shivered for a long time and couldn't catch his breath.

It was over, all over. Outles' eyes glazed over. Of his few children, this legitimate son had the greatest talent. Now the youngest Lord's Prayer Warlock in the empire, his future was bright and promising. But this incident completely destroyed the career he had painstakingly paved for his son.

...It was all his nephew's fault! When Outles Brody thought of that man, his blood rushed backwards and his temples throbbed with rage—that freak! An ignorant, rebellious bastard! He possessed the devilish ability to deceive people, and even though he had already left the family, he still managed to cause them such misery—

No, this can't go on. After receiving the news, Otters sat paralyzed on the ground for half the night, then suddenly got up and rushed to the head of the bed, desperately searching for something - if they allowed that idiot Percy to continue messing around like this, sooner or later their whole family would have to go to the gallows together!

He still remembered the day when Lord Marquis Bateman came to participate in Percy's coming-of-age ceremony on behalf of Lord Duke Kamu. In the "gift" envelope he provided, in addition to the head of the family ring, there was also a Bateman family business card with a magic spell attached to it. After lighting it, they could transmit information to each other.

This was a symbolic olive branch extended by the Batman family. Of course, Outlets was reluctant to use it casually. He even kept this business card in the bedside table in his bedroom - and now it came in handy.

There were soft, yet regular, knocks outside the window. Outles shuddered violently, drawing himself out of his recollections. He felt the pistol at his waist, making sure it was fully loaded. Then he inched toward the window, trembling as he fumbled with the latch, and as slowly as he could, he pushed the heavy oak window open.

It was very late at night, and the moonlight was obscured by thick clouds, leaving only a faint glow, outlining the swaying shadows of trees outside the window and a human figure lurking in the shadows.

"Mr. Outles Brody?" The man was dressed in black and spoke in a very low voice.

"Yes, it's me!" Outles also lowered his voice and responded with extraordinary urgency, "Are you the Excellency sent by Marquis Bateman to take me to the Royal City?"

The other party responded briefly, but didn't rush to the next move. Instead, his eyes swept sharply across the mess behind the outlet. His voice was cold and chilling, "It's not advisable to stay here for long. There are experts nearby, and I can't confirm everything—but I must confirm with you once again. Think carefully, this famous ghost is your 'nephew'."

"Of course! The Brody family has nothing to do with that bastard!" Outles gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with a mixture of fear and resentment. "Don't worry, I will accuse Nova of treason in front of the two majesties in the name of my blood. As long as this can atone for my sins and save the lives of the entire Brody family—"

The visitor calmly retracted the photo stone, nodded slightly, and moved aside to signal Outlets to climb out the window. "Then let's go. There's no time to lose. Marquis Bateman is waiting for you."

At this moment, a sudden and slight sound came from outside the door.

The man in black's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he rushed in like a gust of wind. He opened the door lock with a slight force of his fingers and pulled open the bedroom door.

A woman in a white nightgown appeared at the door, her face pale, her black hair disheveled, and her expression horrified. She had obviously heard their conspiracy from outside the door - it was Mrs. Brody, Ghost's biological mother.

This noblewoman, whose most thrilling experience was being investigated by the Inquisition, looked completely terrified. Her eyes subconsciously slid across the messy bedroom, the strange man in black, and Otters's face, filled with panic, guilt, and a lingering viciousness.

"Mr. Outles, who is he?" She didn't faint immediately, but asked tremblingly, "What are you planning to do? I heard my son's name..."

"This has nothing to do with you, ma'am, you'd better shut up." The man in black threatened in a low voice, but a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes - this was a noble woman who was protected by the Soul Guardian, and he didn't want to cause any trouble.

However, this seemingly weak and somewhat neurotic lady was not frightened into shutting up. Instead, her voice became even more urgent: "Outles, are you crazy? You are actually going to accuse my son of treason in front of the king?!"

"Ignore her, go!" Outles said hurriedly. He was worried that the old widow would wake up Percy or the "guests" from Port Morris, and then all the efforts would be wasted.

"Don't go!" But seeing that the two of them were trying to escape, Mrs. Brody suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs, and like an enraged lioness, she rushed towards Outlets recklessly: "Outlets! You can't go! He is your brother's only son! Your only nephew!"

"Bang--!"

Following the sound of a gunshot, Mrs. Brody's body swayed, her eyes wide open, and she fell to the ground in disbelief. A red flower began to bloom on the left breast of her white nightgown, and soon a large pool of fresh blood spread beneath her body.

The man in black suddenly opened his eyes wide and turned his head in surprise - he saw that Outles Brody was breathing rapidly, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was flushed, his fingers were shaking violently, and he could hardly hold the self-defense pistol that appeared in his hand out of nowhere.

"Fuck my brother! Has he ever treated me as his younger brother?" He seemed to be killing someone for the first time. He trembled and spat on the ground viciously.

Such a commotion would have awakened even the dead. The man in black's expression changed drastically, sensing the magical fluctuations of a high-level warlock approaching.

"What happened?" Percy, who was awakened, endured the pain from his wound and rushed to his father's bedroom. He was then shocked by the scene in front of him and stood there in a daze.

He stared blankly at his aunt lying in a pool of blood, and the smoking gun in his father's hand. Suddenly, he stumbled back a step, his fingers tightly grasping the door frame: "You, you killed..."

No, that's not right, Mrs. Brody's chest was still rising and falling weakly, Percy thought desperately, but there was no healer here, it was too late!

"Outles Brody, he's lying," the woman stared at the dim, towering beams of the Brody mansion, and Percy Brody's pale face in her peripheral vision, her eyes wide open. Every word she said was accompanied by a large amount of blood spurting out of her mouth, mixed with the sound of blood bubbles bursting. "My son... Nova Brody, he, did not... collaborate with the enemy... commit treason..."

As the last syllable faded away, she kept her eyes wide open and finally stopped breathing with satisfaction.

"Go!" the man in black shouted sternly, grabbed the distraught Outles Brody and rushed out of the window. Percy Brody was still in a state of unconsciousness, this was the only chance!

But he didn't succeed.

As the two men landed on the ground, a silver blade flashed from far away. However, the flash didn't strike directly at the vital part, but instead precisely severed the tendon in the man in black's ankle as he was trying to exert force, and he and Outlets fell awkwardly to the muddy ground in the garden below.

"Ugh!" The man in black fought back, enduring the excruciating pain, but the shadow was faster than him. With a few screams, the man's limbs and jaw were instantly dislocated and broken in an extremely professional and brutal manner. Completely losing any ability to resist, he collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, groaning in agony.

The man in black was picked up and roughly searched, and a shadow stone fell to the ground. The shadow chaser who realized something was wrong picked it up and examined it carefully, his face suddenly turned dark.

——This is a two-way photo stone, which means that no matter what is photographed, the information has been transmitted to the other side.

Shadow Chaser, who accompanied Mr. Sainz to the battlefield outside the city wall to collect samples and was busy until late at night, frowned.

He raised his head and looked at the wide-open second-floor window, from which wafted a strong and fresh smell of blood. At his feet was Olas Brody, whose features were distorted with fear, and the pistol that still smelled of gunpowder - this was enough to piece together the tragedy that had just happened.

"What the hell!" Shadow Chaser finally couldn't help but curse.

"No! It wasn't me! It was him! He forced me to do it!" Otters was terrified by those murderous eyes. He pointed at the man in black and stammered incoherently, trying to distance himself from him. His body was shaking like a sieve. "He forced me to accuse Ghost of treason in front of the king. Please, please, don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

The Shadow Chaser seemed oblivious to his quibbles and pleas for mercy. He approached, each step treading on Outlets's frayed nerves. The tall assassin bent down and picked up the still-hot pistol on the ground. The cool metal shimmered faintly in the moonlight.

He raised the gun and put it against Outles Brody's forehead, his tone cold and grim: "What have you done?"

The outlet mall had completely collapsed. From the corner of his eye, he saw the man in black, his body in a state of disfigurement, and heard the suppressed screams and groans of pain. His crotch gradually became soaked, and a fishy odor gradually filled the air.

He was so frightened that he burst into tears and could hardly hear what the other party asked. He just used his hands and feet to move backward desperately, sobbing unsteadily: "Don't, don't kill me... I am Percy's father, I am a noble! You can't kill me!"

"Oh right! Nova, Ghost!" He seemed to have remembered something and immediately used it as a lifeline: "You are Ghost's subordinates, right? He is my nephew! I am his only uncle!"