In an era where communication is very underdeveloped, any nobleman who wants to update the information he has always needs a lot of manpower, and in the case of limited manpower, how to balance the investment of such resources has become a part of the upper class. knowledge.
From a common sense point of view, Francis should be called a wise superior.
In order to intercept Sally, he arranged most of his subordinates to go to the seven or eight villages and towns outside Houllier City, and at the same time, he rushed back to the Duke's Mansion at the fastest speed—because as long as he arrived first, he would be able to swagger " Squat to watch the arrival of my sister, comfortably grasp all the initiative to make all preparations...
Such a decision is no problem in anyone's eyes. Anyone riding a horse in the plains will be inspected by Francis' men, but if they walk through the forest, how can they run faster than the fine-bred warm-blooded horse under his crotch
Unless the other party can fly from the sky, Francis doesn't think there is any way for Sally to bypass his surveillance and return to Holy City.
After making so many moves, Francis can be said to be determined. So at noon, when he appeared outside the gate of Houllier, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief and showed some relaxed smiles.
Imagining how his sister was left running helplessly in the wilderness, Francis rode into the city with his head held high—because the speed of travel was so fast these days, the people who were supposed to be responsible for collecting intelligence hadn’t had time to report anything to him. There is something about Houlier City, but Francis is not in a hurry. Nobles should have the elegance of nobles. He is going to listen to his subordinates' report after returning to the mansion.
Of course, another important point is that…
Never had he been on a long-distance raid for so long, Francis at this time. It's a bit painful.
After riding fast horses for three days in a row, he suffered a lot after exhausting his physical strength and barely being able to hold on afterwards. The inner thighs of his saddle were worn out, and the pain was so painful that the corners of his mouth twitched. But for the "elegance" of the nobility, Francis did not dare to choose to walk as soon as he entered the city, because once he dismounted, his walking posture would be as ridiculous as that of a tortoise.
So the Earl straightened his back all the way back to the Duke's Mansion. When the gate of the mansion behind him was closed and the old housekeeper Alpha came out to greet him, he was relieved and climbed off the horse stiffly.
"call…"
Heaving a sigh of relief, Francis, whose legs were looped and dared not straighten, raised his head, and said to the old housekeeper in a good mood: "Alpha, I don't want to ride a fast horse this time, it's really uncomfortable—"
"Oh, young master, your return time is much earlier than expected."
"Yeah, something happened. The border has not been peaceful recently. Sally and I came back separately, and she is behind, so she probably hasn't arrived yet."
This is the reason that I had thought about long ago. When Francis said it, his expression was very natural. The expression of the Alpha butler in front of him did not change much. He smiled and just waved his hand to ask the servants to help the young earl. But after walking a few steps, when Francis was about to return to the mansion, the butler suddenly said, "Is it... the young master and the young lady are having some kind of competition again?"
"Contest?"
Francis raised his eyebrows, thinking about the past when he and Sally were always arguing, maybe Alpha still thinks that he and Sally are "competing"? But thinking about the reason, it seemed very logical, so he nodded and said, "That's about right, I'm afraid this time...she's going to lose."
The young Earl's smile was very confident and brilliant. But Alpha didn't say anything else, nodded, and seemed to always look like that, and turned around to arrange the guard knights.
With the help of the servants, Francis returned to the bedroom. The first thing Francis did was to take a hot bath. After venting in the bath with the plump maid who had been possessed by him at the age of fifteen, his whole body was soothed by physical stimulation. He just felt extremely happy.
Sally is doomed, and the next step is to wait for her father to pass on the title to herself.
Francis wanted to laugh happily, but his crotch was a little pulled because of the excessive movement just now. This kind of "crap" pain made him very uncomfortable, so he was lying on the bed sprawled at this time, letting the person The maid carefully applied the ointment to him.
What I imagined in my mind was the glorious scene after I took over the power of the territory.
As a veteran nobleman, the Luciferon family radiated a power net that covered almost half of the empire. He had a lot of aunts and uncles, all of whom were nobles who were lords and lords in other territories. You must tremble at the mighty power of the family, right
Thinking of how the arrogant royal family surrendered in front of him, the corners of Francis' mouth curled up slightly—
"Master, what makes you so happy?"
"There are a lot of happy things, such as your place... getting bigger."
Francis was in a good mood, stretched out his hand and teased a few words, which provoked the maid for a while. He wanted to vent his desire again with that look of refusal and welcome, but after thinking that he hadn't settled everything yet, he calmed down, got up and prepared to let his servants report the latest information.
"Master... don't you want to rest for a while?"
"No, I want to see how long it will take for my sister to come back."
Francis responded casually, reaching out to straighten the collar of the white shirt, and his tone returned to calm.
"Miss Sally?"
The maid got up from the bed and put her skirt back on, and replied a little strangely: "Miss... hasn't she already returned?"
"She won't come back...huh?"
Francis' expression froze suddenly. It seemed that it took a few seconds to realize something was wrong in the words of the maid beside him. The movement of straightening his sleeves stopped in mid-air, "You...what did you say? She's back?"
"Yesterday, Bishop Benjamin held the 'Rosary Cross' temple speech and blessing ceremony in the square, and Miss Sally was announced as the new 'candidate priest'! You just came back, young master, I'm afraid you don't know yet? Miss, she—master... Master?"
The maid who was talking suddenly noticed something wrong with Francis' expression, and her voice hesitated.
"You...you mean, Sally has become 'candidate priest'? I—I mean...was she at the ceremony yesterday?"
Although he didn't believe in this possibility at all in his mind, Francis still had to confirm the news cautiously—and to his relief, the maid shook her head.
That's right... Rose Cross had a sudden convulsion, it's impossible for Sally to come back.
He thought so in his heart.
"I didn't go to see it, but I heard that Bishop Benjamin personally performed the blessing ceremony for Miss Sally. Miss Sally...should have returned."
The atmosphere in the bedroom suddenly froze for a moment.
As an elementalist, Francis' body was frozen in place as if he had been struck by lightning. In an instant, free magic elements began to fill the air. The maid standing aside felt that the young master in front of him seemed to be enveloped by a hot flame...
Francis turned his head, blinked his eyes, looked at the woman in front of him, turned his head slightly, opened his mouth, and seemed to want to say something, but a few seconds passed, but he couldn't say anything...
Sally isn't dead...
Sally escaped...
Not only escaped, but also returned to Houlier City before him...
Now, he has become a "candidate priest"? !
Where are my cavalry? What about the interception team? What about the warnings placed along the way? !
As if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head, Francis was instantly enveloped in an unprecedented sense of frustration. Before he planned a strategy to let the wolf cavalry give Sally a bad feeling, now it seemed to completely affect him!
Trying to integrate the information in his mind, Francis reached out and grabbed the maid's wrist, and asked in a low tone: "You mean...you just heard about these things, but she didn't return to the Duke's mansion?"
"Yes... yes, young master. Miss seems to have been resting in the monastery of Rosary Cross these days and has not returned to the mansion."
The maid felt that her arm was about to be broken by him, and immediately answered Francis' question as quickly as possible.
As for the answer, Francis finally breathed out—because he found that he... still had a chance to fight.
Although Sally has entered the temple, she currently has no way to use the power of the temple to fight against herself. In other words, Sally now has more than "defense" but not enough "offense".
But Francis is just the opposite, because he... still holds the initiative!
After thinking this through, Francis breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed his mind, then took a few steps back, and sat back on the bed—but this action made him howl like a pig...
He forgot that he was actually in pain all the time.