"You did something wrong, I won't let you inherit..."
Although the Duke of Angmar's words were interrupted, Francis obviously would not take any chances and think that his father was joking. Now the facts are in front of us... her father's body is getting closer to the brink of death, and as long as Sally lives for a day, she may not get the right to inherit all the wealth in the territory!
"How to do how to do…"
He ruthlessly scratched the meticulously groomed hair. The sweat from anxiety almost drenched the hair on his forehead. The fear and uneasiness in his heart made him pace back and forth in front of the fireplace, unable to stop at all. Down.
The young Francis didn't have the deep city palace that middle-aged people would have. Although he was able to calm down in front of most things, he was completely confused when it came to the succession of the title that he cared about most.
He and Sally are the only direct descendants of the Luciferon family. Although there are a lot of messy aunts and uncles in the collateral line, the only one who can really inherit the title is Sally.
He had envisioned many situations, and even fantasized that his father would finally tell him that he could inherit this huge territory, but now, his father's sudden words were like a heavy hammer, smashing all his beautiful visions and making him want to go back again. There is no way out.
"Could it be... are you really going to tear yourself apart from the Rose Cross?"
Francis couldn't help but think of the final plan that he was least willing to think about, but after weighing countless times, he found that he had no choice—either kill Sally, or wait for him to watch the power go by.
Having grown up with Sally, he naturally understands this sister's ability. If he gives her all the resources and manpower of the territory, he may not even have the chance to assassinate her!
His eyes moved slowly, and finally he saw the information about Sally collected by his subordinates on the desktop, and he clenched his fist slightly.
After closing his eyes and thinking for a while, he already had a rough idea of the next plan in his heart. When he walked out of the house, the ferocious and distorted face had returned to its former calm, and he ordered to the maid at the door: "I I want to go to Moria Manor to stay for a while, to prepare the carriage, I will set off tomorrow, by the way, let Willie come over."
The maid left after receiving the order, and not long after, the hunched Willie came to the young earl's room—when the door closed, the smiling expression on his face disappeared instantly, and the cold order was low and silent. any affection:
"Go find someone, do it in the shortest possible time, and kill Sally."
The words paused.
"I will stay at Moria Manor during this time, and will not have anything to do with what happened in Houlier City. Do you understand?"
Willie pursed his lips and replied in a low voice, "Yes, master!"
*****
September 1st.
No matter how the conspiracy of the conspirators weaves into a web, for the vast majority of people in Holy City, life is still just life. The things that the nobles think about have never had much connection with them.
It was the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, and the hustle and bustle inside the city almost reached the peak of the year.
The days of grain harvest had just passed, and the lords had already started their new round of tax collection. If the farmers had a surplus after paying taxes, they would choose to sell some grain in exchange for some necessities of life.
The cries of merchants are heard one after another in the square. From early morning to dusk and sunset every day, a circus troupe sets up a stage on the square, and the dancing lights and exclamation of the audience always sound. The surrounding taverns smelled of ale, and the bard held the vierre in his hand and sang popular songs with the cheerful accompaniment.
Beggars lie on their backs on street corners in slums, waving their hands from time to time to drive away the flies hovering around them. They don’t have to worry about bad weather or where their next meal will be like in winter. Occasionally, rich people will come to distribute food. So he rushed forward, snatched a few pieces of dry and hard black bread, and lay down happily in his heart.
In a city with a permanent population of 20,000 and a floating population of about 25,000, the daily scene is mostly dominated by such an atmosphere.
The streets are not clean and tidy, and occasionally the smell of feces will be wafted when the carriage passes by. Most of the civilians' clothes are mainly in dark gray tones, and there is a little plainness in the noise - every time Sally looks out of the window, Sally's heart It probably has some of these emotions.
For several months, the young daughter of the duke had fully adjusted to life at the monastery. Monotony is a bit monotonous, but in fact, life in the Duke's Mansion was not much better, so she had a more contented attitude in her heart.
The prayers are over, and after finishing the things she has to do today, she is writing something unknown to others in her room. At this time, the parchment in her hand is written on the tasks assigned to the subordinates outside the monastery these days —Up to now, she has barely established an intelligence network outside the monastery, extending her tentacles to several major towns in the territory, and the farthest is the location marked at the beginning of this letter—
Nolan Village.
"Missing... I took two teams of scouts into the grassland... Could it be that I really went to trouble the orcs?"
The same news was a complete joke to Francis' ears, but Sally didn't show any contempt. Instead, she repeated it several times solemnly, and finally confirmed a certain possibility in her heart.
The girl's mind is always a bit complicated. She is worried that something will happen to Roddy, and she has also thought about the worst possibility... For example, because of some accidents, Roddy finally died in the endless grassland——
Bah, bah, bah, don't think so.
Every time those unimaginable but irrepressible images popped up in her mind, she would always feel her heart beating fast for no reason, and then she would examine the other party in her heart from an absolutely calm angle. s position…
Who is he to you? Is it worth worrying about
He is a bastard, in fact, he just wants to use you!
he…
Fingers slightly squeezed the parchment in his hand, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
I haven't seen each other for more than four months, and Rody's appearance seems to have become blurred in his mind, but in contrast, the wonderful "intersection" between the other party and himself has become more and more profound—when he faced the Scorpion King, the other party threw himself. When I went out and faced Francis, I let myself use the necklace to sneak, and pushed myself to the other side of the ruins in the mine tunnel... All kinds of images flashed, some were grateful, some were ashamed, some were guilty, and some were lost.
Thinking of the last time she met him, she took the soft armor he made with her own hands, and watched his back go away, Sally pursed her lips slightly, but felt that she couldn't find the other party's place in her heart at all.
Exhaling slowly, Sally got up and straightened her teaching gown. The afternoon sun was shining from the window, and her long platinum hair was lightly tied up, revealing a crystal light.
"Maybe...he has forgotten me."
The mouth always complains like this, but the sentence in the heart is completely opposite. The conflicted mood continued, and Sally stepped out of the bedroom and walked towards the church in front of the monastery—usually at this time, the nuns would answer some doctrinal questions for the believers in the front hall, and when the sun set, it was considered that the day's tasks had been completed.
Along the way, many believers saluted this "candidate priest" respectfully. Sally returned the salute with a smile, and occasionally chatted with some familiar believers to say hello. As a nobleman, she is very familiar with handling interpersonal relationships, and almost most people in the entire monastery are friendly to her, even a few who are a little cold, dare not show any disrespect because of her identity and status.
"Sally, Booker went to the tavern to eavesdrop on the story told by the bard a few days ago. It sounds very interesting!"
A brown-haired girl followed Sally's footsteps, her relationship seemed very familiar, she was a close friend in the monastery.
Of course, it is also because this girl named Chris is the daughter of a viscount, and the same aristocratic blood makes it easier for them to "get together" together-naturally, Chris is not too concerned about other believers who were born as civilians. More interesting, the "feminine" friendship with Sally, the meaning of friendship is more obvious.
"Booker always likes to run around, and the bishop will definitely blame him when he finds out," Sally smiled. "What story makes you so excited? Is it the battle between knights and dragons?"
"No, no, no, you would never have imagined it." Chris shook her head like a rattle, "Those childish stories about knights and princesses should be heard by children who have never heard of the phone, hey... Booker heard, yes There are stories about orcs!"
Chris, who was obviously showing off, looked around, as if wanting to see if more people were attracted by her words. Not surprisingly, three or four young guys stopped and slowly approached with curious expressions on their faces.
After all, many of the believers are less than twenty years old, and it is unrealistic for them to hold a large tome and study all day at this age, so the atmosphere of the monks and nuns in the monastery is still very good during the rest time like this time. Relaxed, not as serious as imagined.
"Where are the ferocious orcs! In the past, when my father mentioned them, they were used to scare me. I have never heard the story about them. Booker heard a very novel version this time. He said—err... Sally ?”
Chris stopped talking, because she suddenly noticed that Sally's expression didn't seem quite right.
"Huh? Orcs, that's right, orcs, ah... This story should be very attractive. I was just wondering where the stories of these orcs come from?"
Sally was smiling all over her face, but not much. She clenched her fingers under the teaching robe slightly, and her steps slowed down a little.
Chris only thought that she had an illusion just now, and continued: "Booker said a lot, and he talked happily, about the battle that happened on the border that the bard talked about, strong orcs, brave human warriors , and the story about the wolf cavalry...it seems to be the war that Emperor Kang En fought against the orcs."
Sally's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling a little melancholy and lost in her heart, she nodded perfunctorily, and said, "And then?"
"But like those previous stories, this time the bard also told a story about scouts—heh, to be honest, I didn't know what they were until Booker said the word 'scout' to me of."
"Scout... scout?"
"That's right, they are soldiers who conduct reconnaissance missions before the battle, obtain information, and dedicate their lives to the country when necessary. I used to always hear about how heroic a knight was, but later I realized that many things were shamelessly taken from them. What about the meritorious deeds, and those who really make meritorious deeds are actually 'little people' like scouts."
The two walked side by side, Chris began to tell the story she had just heard, while Sally listened silently at the side, looking forward, at a certain moment, it seemed that because of hearing something that touched the heartstrings, unexpectedly I feel my nose is a little sore for no reason.
"...killing ten wolf cavalry by one person, leading the team to kill those orcs who committed evil deeds, sounds really exciting, doesn't it?"
Chris excitedly made a "slash" movement, turned her head, only to find that Sally was trying to rub her eyes.
"Sally?"
A little flustered, Sally moved her eyes to the side, and Sally blinked hard to get rid of the inexplicable fog in front of her eyes, and waved her hands to indicate that it was okay—and when Chris said that the group of scouts rushed into the orc kingdom to avenge the dead villagers When talking about the story, Sally finally stopped, and with some apology, she tried to control her steady voice and said: "Chris... I suddenly remembered something. I might not be able to go to church this afternoon. Tell Benjamin for me. Your Excellency Bishop apologizes."
After finishing speaking, regardless of Chris's answer or not, she turned her head and ran back to her room, the parchment in her hand that she had read countless times before was tightly squeezed into a ball.
"Bastard... finally remember to come to me!"