"Master Bourkee, Baron Crook has sent you a letter."

A man where a black coat over a white shirt bowed as he presented an envelope to a black-grey-haired man sitting on his chair with a leisurely look on his face.

The black-grey-haired man grabbed the envelope and chuckled disdainfully,

"Baron Crook, is he the old fart with that beautiful daughter?"

"Yes, that is correct, Master Bourkee." The butler nodded.

An evil smile appeared on Bourkee's face as he then clicked his tongue,

"Tsk Tsk, his daughter was a beauty indeed, it was a shame that the bitch decided to kill herself. I wanted to play a little longer that time."

Then, Bourkee sighed,

"Oh well, whatever happened happened. We can't do anything about it, can we?

But why is this old fart sending a letter to me?

Heh, did he have another daughter? Tsk Tsk"

Bourkee then opened the envelope and started reading the letter inside it,

"Earl Bastard Bourkee.

Oh ho, that's quite a greeting. Who gave him the balls to write like that?"

Bourkee muttered in amusement.

He wasn't the least bit bothered by how Baron Crook cursed him.

Or maybe he was and was just getting excited by thinking about how he will punish that man.

Bourkee then continued reading the letter,

"I heard about an interesting piece of news and I must say, Bourkee Bastard, to be daring enough to go after a Marquee's son…"

Bourkee read the letter, the serious

eyes and started

this guy talking about?" Bourkee narrowed his

about something like this, does this old man not want to

something behind

The butler pointed out.

paper and his

you don't come to Slums in the West at 12 in the night, I will send that

is

Bourkee roared in panic.

to be another letter

The butler mentioned.

the other letter and his eyes widened in

'To Earl Bourkee,

Wilderness was accurate, do not worry, you will be

Alger Bannermane.'

paled

quickly took out some texts and started matching Alger's writing with the

Marquee Alger t-talking

give him any

a few months ago, there were many suspicions that Marquee Alger was the one behind this incident, however, since there

didn't bury this incident at

is searing with anger and buys any information related to this incident at a high

hell-bent on getting

no matter how much he pleads, Marquee Longe will kill

this made Bourkee

wrong with that Alger bastard!?' He cursed in his

what I know, he would rather deal with me on his own than to take

he has sent this letter to

thinks anything weird. I need to kill him,

this letter be

clenched his fists in anger and slammed

in the Slums,

do you a favour and send you to your bitch daughter

Bourkee then started thinking,

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