“Go check it out. Make sure those hounds don’t spot you. Throw those beasts the roasted chicken laced with rat poison. Once they’re down, it’ll save us a lot of trouble.”

Without those hounds barking, their chances of quietly slipping inside would be much higher.

“Yes, sir.”

A few men in black acknowledged in a low voice, took the poisoned roasted chickens, and crept stealthily toward the main gates of the estate.

In Havenmill, Laurence was not the only one with an estate. There were quite a