"Of course, why would I refuse? Go ahead and arrange it ASAP, be bold in making plans, don’t fear causing a ruckus, if trouble arises, my Death Knight will cover for you."
Wayne couldn’t wait and said, "The sooner, the better. My Shadowmare is already starving, eager to gorge on the Tulip Family’s fresh blood."
The Death Knight was shamelessly unflappable, showing no change of emotion, but his excited tone didn’t seem feigned; he truly looked forward to the anticipation.
Douglas’s hanging heart finally relaxed, indicating that the Queen would arrange things as soon as possible and that the Death Knight would soon surround the Tulip Family.
"Hold on, don’t go just yet."
Wayne stopped Douglas, who was about to turn and leave, and said teasingly, "Did Austin’s report to the Queen mention my peculiar habits?"
Douglas’s forehead was plastered with question marks. Austin had indeed submitted a report, which he had read. In it, Austin spoke very poorly of the Death Knight, emphasizing his brutal and unreasonable behavior.
Exactly how this unreasonableness manifested, Austin didn’t say.
Before, Douglas thought that the Death Knight was just nosy, but now it seemed there was something else.
Wayne’s shocking words made Douglas turn pale, "Every time Austin came to see me, after discussing business, he would stick out his big ass awaiting my favor. Now that you’ve inherited his role as a liaison, you should do the same."
Douglas inhaled sharply.
One inhale wasn’t enough; he took two more!
He never imagined that the Death Knight from Paris, newly arrived in Lundan, had already picked up the local vices within less than two years.
But even if he were willing to present his rear, did the Death Knight even have that ability?
He had no bones after all!
"What are you waiting for, turn around!"
Wayne scoffed repeatedly, seeing Douglas hem and haw, disdainfully said, "If you can’t even bear your butt, how dare you speak of loyalty? You’re far worse than Austin."
A fire rose in Douglas’s heart; he could bear other insults, but being deemed worse than Austin was intolerable.
With a grit of his teeth and a stomp of his foot, he turned and bent over. By the look of resignation on his face, he had made peace with presenting a wreath to death itself.
"Not bad, in terms of curvature you’re on par with Austin. No wonder the Queen chose you to take over."
He hated being Austin’s stand-in!
Wayne was not interested in Douglas’s behind. If it were Austin’s, maybe. He snapped his fingers, and Yuliya exhaled purple flames from her nostrils, clip-clopping her way behind Douglas.
Hearing the hoofbeats, Douglas’s face turned purple with fright. As a prince, he had ridden more fine horses than most people had seen, keenly aware that this was not something an ordinary lady could take on.
Yet, he never imagined that the seemingly respectable Austin had such insight!
Douglas’s legs trembled, but he stood his ground and didn’t flee. He wanted to prove he was not just stronger but also more capable than Austin; anything Austin could do, he could do too, or even better.
Yuliya kicked out, and two hoof prints appeared on Douglas’s rear, his bewildered face flying up into the air.
The whistling wind was in his ears, accompanied by the Death Knight’s wild laughter. His tense heart relaxed, followed by a bone-deep pain.
His heart hurt even more!
The Death Knight had done it on purpose, toying cruelly with his pride. In his most embarrassing moment, the Death Knight heartlessly trampled him underfoot.
Douglas now understood the reason for Austin’s harsh words in the report. Previously he disagreed, but this time he completely endorsed Austin’s view.
The Death Knight was brutally unreasonable, a complete bastard!
"Baron, get the plan ready quickly. Ah Bo will be waiting for you at the Detective Agency every night. Don’t keep me waiting. As for the price..."
"After the deed is done, I will discuss it slowly with the Queen. If it’s interesting, this time it’s for free!"
Yuliya, having kicked something filthy, came to Wayne seeking consolation. He petted her head and muttered, "The free ones are always the most expensive..."
His thoughts flashed, and he sent a mental command into the distance.
"Anastasia, come see me!"