Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 999 - 727 Coercion

In a certain room on the third floor, Dolan shook the paper in his hand, his gaze carefully scanning each name written from top to bottom. Meanwhile, the families and forces associated with each name already appeared in his mind.

After a long while, he looked up at Havier, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes, "You’ve done well, and thought things through thoroughly."

If just one person could have caused such great damage, then Havier and the others would certainly not be able to avoid blame.

At this point, scapegoats are more or less needed, but the choice of scapegoat cannot be arbitrary. Considering the backing forces and one’s own relationships, one cannot simply fill the list with opposing nobles.

Having a few low-level nobles to bewilder the eyes isn’t enough; it even requires some forces completely loyal to the Count.

Havier grasped the balance, gaining some while losing some.

However, in the end, Dolan still picked up his pen and lightly crossed out one of the names, then handed the paper to Havier.

Havier looked at the name.

Henrik Anglu.

He glanced at Dolan with a puzzled expression.

A declining noble family like Anglu had almost no forces to depend on, and casually inserting a name wouldn’t attract anyone’s attention.

The only thing of interest in this family was Chloe, young and wild, most importantly, extraordinarily powerful.

Havier, with his status, naturally didn’t wish to obtain the other party’s body through force; he enjoyed the process of coercing them, then gradually destroying their self-confidence and dignity.

Breaking a woman down completely, from soul to body.

To Havier, this was far more elegant than forceful violation, more befitting his noble identity.

If the other party had a stubborn character, he would derive more pleasure in the process.

Dolan smiled, "This matter is entirely your responsibility. Whether or not it’s written down isn’t important, having that power is enough to easily achieve the goal."

Havier instantly understood Dolan’s meaning and smiled, nodding his head.

Chloe from the Anglu family was just a wicked little amusement for him, a diversion in his life; there was no need to let this matter be put on paper and then attract the attention of others.

With power in his hands, black and white were merely Havier’s say-so.

He stood up and smiled at Dolan, this old man could always, unconsciously, teach him much.

"Go ahead and do it, I’ll notify the Count on your behalf."

After speaking, Dolan’s eyes turned silver-white, with complex patterns flashing in the silver irises. Havier took a few steps back, gently closed the door, knowing that Dolan was using a special soul communication method to contact his father in the Capital.

The major scheme was set, a minor character was dead. Although it was still unclear what the Federation’s spies sought in this process, at least the aberrations on Deross would alert those from the secret agency. freёweɓnovel_com

Havier relaxed significantly; he issued instructions one by one, seeing everything progress methodically. As for that wretched member of the Anglu family, in his eyes, only a trivial character.

Now what he needed to do was to soothe the Greenburg Baron; although there was no real support needed, as the party involved, cooperating seriously could still resolve some troubles.

Thus a chaotic night quietly passed, the next day the sun rose, and more people arrived near the manor, with a detailed investigation ongoing for a whole day. Roger and Joseph were only allowed to leave after signing a confidential document.

As they left, Roger saw Vera’s hateful gaze, but he didn’t care. After this return trip, he planned to detach himself and head to the border.

As for Joseph, after a two-day-and-night rest, he still seemed exhausted, unable to maintain a posture in the carriage for too long.

Soon he fell asleep amid the bumps.

Roger also closed his eyes to rest, his mind sensing the seed belonging to Ox.

The return journey was much faster than the arrival; departing early in the morning, they returned to the Anglu family’s manor before noon.

Somewhat unexpectedly, before they approached, a carriage came to greet them, and just as he got out, a figure flashed by, holding him tightly in an embrace.

"Let me see, are you hurt anywhere?"

"Damn it, I shouldn’t have let you go on this outing; it’s good that you’re not hurt, thank goodness you’re okay!"

Chloe muttered anxiously. Her usual decisive demeanor was nowhere to be seen, her face full of worry.

She practically checked Roger from top to bottom.

It seemed she had found out some information through special channels, which is why she was waiting here. The guards she dispatched were stationed on the outskirts and played no role when the commotion happened.

When the situation became tense, Havier’s men had already sealed off the manor, allowing no one to approach, virtually useless.

Roger feigned a frightened expression, using lack of mental strength as an excuse to easily evade Chloe’s inquiries.

Chloe didn’t think much of it, softly comforting him, while ordering the housekeeper to arrange a series of care measures.

Just as they entered, Emily and another person were waiting at the door. Now Roger could barely maintain the appearance of a normal person, allowing them to handle him as they wished.

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