North County Abbey is still in a dignified atmosphere. Everyone seemed a little uneasy, even the Hotel California team seemed a little trembling.
Fortunately, Monica came back in the evening, and all of a sudden, everyone in the temple felt relieved.
And then Beta came back, which made them feel like they had seen a reassurance, and they could do whatever they usually do.
After a simple dinner, the two were alone in the room.
Monica is still in the almost translucent pajamas, but there is not much atmosphere in the room.
"How's your situation?" Monica asked.
Beta shook his head: "I can't find any clues. That force wiped away all traces."
Monica thought for a while and said, "I'm going to use violence. I want to name them one by one and force them to help me find them. I really have no choice..."
Beta nodded: "Indeed, this is a good way."
"Don't you dislike me using this method?" Monica's eyes lit up: "Why did you suddenly agree?"
"The situation is different. The last time the other party used a conspiracy. It was just to block your believers. It was a reasonable method and did not see blood. Therefore, if you use low-level methods to deal with them, you will be inferior. This will affect your future. There's no good way to go up."
Beta sighed, and continued: "But the situation is different now. The other party has used this method and even kidnapped people. I suspect that they are attacking your prestige. Slowly trying to force you away."
"What if I don't go?"
Monica's eyes were shining brightly, and her eyebrows seemed to be soaked in a circle of light, looking like a filter.
"Then do as you think, and call them one by one." Beta said seriously: "Since the other party used this method first, then we don't need to be polite. Otherwise, others will think you are really weak."
"With your words, I feel relieved."
Monica tugged at the hem of her skirt. She used to wear translucent pajamas dangling in front of Beta, and never felt embarrassed, but now, she felt her heart was pounding.
It's like seeing a flower bloom for the first time.
Beta looked out the window, the bright silver moon outside seemed to carry a kind of merciless cold. The moonlight is very bright, but are the two missing girls, and Olari's two daughters, completely in the dark
Grinding his teeth lightly, Beta showed a murderous intent on his face: "Also, I can also assist you. I will go with you and call the names one by one."
"Ok."
Monica nodded heavily, her long hair fluttering, and an uncontrollable joy in her voice.
Again, the marriage between people is very wonderful. Monica never thought she would fall in love with a man before.
But now, she felt that falling in love with a man was a very happy thing.
One night passed.
The next day, the holy city of the God of Life Sect was still calm, and the people at the bottom were still struggling for food and clothing. At the same time, I have to pray that the 'anger' from the big shots will not fall on me.
Living like this day after day.
But the upper class people collectively blew up the pot.
The eldest son of the well-known archbishop, Robes' heir, was assassinated. His death was miserable, and he was hanged upside down on Duanhuan, a wooden house that was abandoned due to burning.
When people found him, he was swaying slightly with the wind, his face was ashen, with a strange smile, as if he had seen heaven before he died.
And below the dead, there are a few words written crookedly: I said, I will roll their names one by one.
The death of an heir is not a big deal for Robes. He also had thirteen sons, and it didn't matter if a few more died.
What really made him angry was that sentence: roll call one by one.
Upon hearing these words, Monica's beautiful, somewhat sinister, and even arrogant face appeared in front of her.
Robes smashed a few cups on the spot, and then said with a trembling mouth: "Too much bullying, too much bullying."
The old housekeeper stayed aside, not daring to speak. He knows the master's character, and when he is angry, he should not make any moves at the end, otherwise the master will easily transfer his anger to others.
After dropping several valuable wine glasses, Robes' anger subsided a little, and he was finally able to calm down.
"That little girl was the first to take the knife on us. She really thinks our family is easy to bully." Robes snorted, and the murderous intent in his eyes became stronger: "Housekeeper, let the second child take a team of private guards to the northwest Temple, invite Archbishop Celia back, if he wants to live, since he killed the boss, then she should take on the responsibility of passing on to the boss. The boss's son Kaka is twelve years old, right?"
The butler nodded: "Yes, sir."
"Well, I'm old enough to make a woman pregnant. Go ahead and tell the second child that if he can't get him back, then there's no need to come back."
The butler took the order and left.
The door closed, and the room fell silent. Robes began to deal with some family matters, but as he wrote, cloudy tears suddenly flowed from his eyes.
"The boss is gone." Roberta's eyes showed a touch of sadness.
He sat outside the window, looked through the window, and looked up at the sky.
Memories inevitably come before the eyes. He still remembers the feeling of being so excited that he almost wanted to jump into the sky when he became a father for the first time in his life.
He remembers holding the hand of his elder son, teaching him to know the flowers in the manor, and listening to the elder son repeating the words he taught in a childlike voice, that sense of satisfaction can still reverberate in his mind.
Although there were more and more descendants of him later, the attention paid to the boss was much less.
But the eldest, as the first offspring, holds a heavy weight in Robes' heart.
But now, there are no people there!
Robes sat in a daze, staring blankly at the sky. Scenes of events related to the eldest son more than 30 years ago flashed before his eyes.
He was immersed in it, as if like this, it would give him a feeling of going back to the past.
And by the time he came back from his memory, it was already night.
There was a knock on the door.
Taking a deep breath, Robes lost all the sadness and weakness on his face, only calmness and a little anger.
The door opened and the butler came in.
Robes frowned: "Why are you sweating profusely?"
The old housekeeper's face was quite ugly, even a little panicked. He moved his lips several times, but couldn't get the words out.
Robes waited a little impatiently, and said angrily: "Speak quickly if you have something to say, what kind of words are hesitating."
With a sad face, the old housekeeper said with difficulty in a hoarse voice: "Master... the second young master is gone too."
what!
Robes stood up suddenly, his eyes wide open, and then he grabbed his chest suddenly, and his whole body bent like a shrimp.