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The severe heartache almost killed Robes. If the housekeeper hadn't helped him push his back and guide his breath, he would probably have choked.
"What's going on?" Robes, who had finally calmed down, asked weakly, "Tell me everything you know."
The butler was worried that the master would be so angry that he would die again after listening to it. This is not an adjective, he almost died.
But looking at the master's stern eyes even though he was weak, the housekeeper had no choice but to tell the story of what he knew.
Just three hours ago, Robes' second son, with about a hundred guards, went aggressively to the temple in the northwest, trying to 'invite' Celia to the manor.
As a result, the other party refused to submit, and the second son was very forceful and wanted to use force. As a result, the other party counterattacked, not only killing Robes' second son, but even more than half of the guards were killed and injured, and those who were still alive became prisoners.
"How dare she! How dare she!"
The almost crazy roar was exchanged for bursts of strong coughing that seemed to blow out the lungs.
The butler immediately stepped forward and patted the master's back lightly.
After another period of time, Robes' emotions became more balanced.
"That woman is crazy."
Robes felt that he couldn't understand the other party's mind at all. Why did she dare to attack all the archbishops even though she was just a woman with no roots.
And herself is her first target to declare her strength to the entire holy city.
Why
Do you think your family is easy to bully
Although he was extremely unwilling, Robes had to admit that now he was a little scared. We are both archbishops, so even if we want to deal with Celia, we should do it ourselves. He and the other party are obviously at the same level.
And I sent my second son... knowing that she dared to assassinate her eldest son, but she was lucky, thinking that the other party would not dare to target her in the open.
In the end, the estimation was wrong, and even the second child's life was lost, and some elites of the family were also filled in.
He leaned back in the chair and rested with his eyes closed. But the trembling eyelids expressed the psychological fluctuations in his heart like waves.
After a while, Robes opened his eyes. His face, which had already looked old due to weakness, had become even more decrepit at this time, as if he was a dying person who was about to die.
"Bring some suitable gifts and tell Celia that we will find a chance to help her and ask what happened. I hope he can let our people come back. As for my two sons... there was an accident, Nothing to do with anyone."
After saying these words, Robes' chest collapsed, and there was almost no divine light in his gray eyes.
The old butler almost cried, he could tell that his old master's time was running out.
The butler turned to leave.
Robes sat quietly for a while, watching the sun go down, the sky filled with stars, and night fall.
Then he struggled with his last strength and tremblingly wrote his last words on the white paper on the table.
At the Northshire Abbey at this time, Monica watched Robes' butler deliver a small box of jewelry expressionlessly.
Then she nodded: "I understand. I won't take too much care of the old Robes's family. You can do whatever you like. But I have a request. After the new owner comes to power, he must help us find out the matter .”
The old butler breathed a sigh of relief: "As you wish, ma'am."
The old butler who got the answer left, walking steadily.
But Monica looked at it for a while, then turned to Beta and said, "This old guy won't live long."
Beta was at the side, nodding: "Yes, the spiritual fire is almost dissipated. I didn't expect that the archbishop Robes would be so unaffected. He just died of two sons, and he will not be able to stand it anymore."
"He had his first son at the age of seventy. Professionals generally don't look too old. Now that he is ninety-eight years old, his strength is still slightly higher than that of a master. Even without this blow, he won't live for long." Mo Nika put the jewelry box aside, then squinted and asked with a smile: "Next, who is the target?"
"You decide for yourself, and try to find those people with bad records."
"According to your view of good and evil, none of those archbishops can be pardoned." Monica tilted his head: "Then I'll choose one myself. The strength of this family is average, but it has a wider network. I don't need to personally To dispatch, we only need to separate some of the spiders."
While speaking, densely packed translucent spiders crawled out of Monica's body. If a patient with intensive phobia sees this scene, he will probably faint on the spot from fright.
And Monica's body shrank at an extremely fast speed, and it didn't take long for her to look like she was about fourteen years old.
She was petite and petite, with a bit of a naive look on her innocent face.
"Take me back to my room!"
She stretched out her hands towards Beta, as if possessing a strange temptation, as if possessed by a succubus.
Beta raised his eyebrows, and Hao said without hesitation: "Let's go by yourself. You are such a big person, and you have to be carried back to the room. Do you think you are still four years old?"
"Then I'll show you how I look like I'm four years old."
The girl-like Monica stomped her feet angrily, and a large number of spiders ran out of her body. In the blink of an eye, her body shrank a lot.
Then I saw a little girl about four years old, carved in pink and jade, standing on the ground with a long skirt.
She sucked her finger, looked at Beta with some fear, but also with some expectation: "Big brother, give me a hug."
Beta stroked her forehead helplessly.
He knew that although this incarnation of Monica would retain the previous memories, the xinxing matched the age of the body.
That is to say, the young girl in front of me is a four-year-old little girl who has most of Monica's memory.
Competing with a four-year-old girl is meaningless.
He picked up little Monica, went back to the room, and put it on the bed. Cover her with a quilt.
In the end, when he wanted to leave, Little Monica grabbed his sleeve, tears rolling in his big eyes: "Big brother, I'm afraid of the dark..."
Beta had to stay and sang three nursery rhymes in a row before blaming the four-year-old little Monica for falling asleep.
Then he stayed outside. This four-year-old little Monica has no fighting power at all, and if he encounters danger, he will definitely not be able to avoid it.
So he can't stay away.
About three hours later, a large number of spiders appeared from the darkness, bypassed him, and got in through the window.
After a while, an adult version of Monica appeared in the window. Her cheeks were slightly red, but her eyes were crystal clear: "Big brother, hug?"
Beta was unmoved, and said: "Okay, I'll go to have a rest, and tell me the result tomorrow morning."
Monica watched him leave, and then smiled, like a night star flower blooming, bright light illuminating the sky.
Now she seems to understand a little bit what Beta's weakness is and how she should get along with him.
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