01.
Randolph Manor.
Randolph Burley was the hot big man in Magnolia City five minutes ago.
Of course he was no match for the real big men—Jackson Sr., Prince Bryant, even Joan Baker, and though Randolph didn't want to admit it, it was true that Joan Baker had reached a point where people like them Difficult to match the height.
But in the eyes of middle and small nobles, Randolph Burley is already an absolute big shot.
His latest manor is the most popular style in Magnolia City. The lake is glistening in the sun, and the stone path passes through the green onion cage, and the echo is clear when you step on it. Exquisite patterns are carved on the protruding window sills of the house, and the family crest of the Burai family is hung on the main entrance. The manor is surrounded by roses, bonfires, carnations, geraniums, and valerian, and there are large fields of magnolias at the main entrance.
The invited guests began to admire from the moment they entered the manor, admiring the beauty of the manor and Randolph's aesthetics. Most of these guests are people related to Randolph's interests. In other words, the people attending the banquet today are more or less mixed in charitable organizations. —Munro naturally investigated this matter clearly.
These guests also have a few courtesans, but the level of these courtesans is incomparable to that of Qili Dale and Helen Lester. The former needs to pay the price of the body to deal with men, while the latter only needs to Hook your fingers and someone will deliver it to your door.
But even so, Randolph also feels proud of life and quite satisfied.
The whitening cream mixed with lead, arsenic and carbonate, the arsenic beauty, the faint smell of rose water, the luxury of luxury, but it is mixed with the bloody smell of the poor.
Hundreds of flowers were in full bloom outside the banquet, and the magnolia was the champion, but buried under every plant and tree were the bones and flesh of the poor.
Five minutes ago, Randolph Burley was the hottest big shot in Magnolia City.
Five minutes ago, the banquet was full of wine and wine, and the bards were bouncing and singing obscene songs, causing the noble ladies to cover their faces and chuckle.
But now everything has changed.
Randolph Burley still sat in the head seat, not because he had courage, but because he couldn't get up.
The banquet fell into a deathly silence. The person who screamed just now was covered by the people next to him. They were afraid of arousing the idea of Monroe, the evil star.
Randolph watched all this, knowing that he was in great trouble, his teeth chattered, and he could not speak.
Randolph naturally understood what Monroe meant, and he also knew the source of the charity's money. After all, it was such a large sum of money. If possible, the Bolai family would extend their hand to the Demon Realm Mall. Of course, they would not go against the Demon Race, they dare not. What they want is to tell the demons that Joan Baker is just a little baron, and it is better to cooperate with the Bolai family than to cooperate with him.
It is unbelievable to Bolai that there are such lucrative things in Yulan City, and it is controlled by a small baron who can be crushed to death at will.
This is not how to allow other people to snore and sleep on the side of the pillow, it is that other people are not only sleeping next to your pillow but also having sex with your lover. — for Tuttle Burley, that's about it.
Yes, the merchants of Yulan City have been oppressed by the Bolai family for too long.
This is also one of the reasons why Joan Baker directly agreed to cooperate with the Demon Race.
"You... Dark Holy See..." Randolph stammered.
Monroe didn't look at him, but said politely to the bard next to him holding the lute, "Please continue."
"I, I..." The bard showed a terrified expression.
Leona Bell walked over to him and gave him a sweet smile: "Your Excellency allows you to continue." She used a little charm when she said this.
The bard felt dizzy all at once, so he started playing the lute again. Finally, his rationality allowed him to play the light music of the Fallen Angel Orchestra instead of those obscene songs, which was melodious and pleasant.
"Thank you." Monroe nodded to Leona, and even made a joke, "It seems that your words are more useful than mine."
Leona also smiled and replied: "There is a specialization in art, my lord."
The relaxed chat between the two did not calm down the other crowd, but they were even more frightened—this man just killed someone, yet there was no fluctuation, and he was still chatting casually! This is really terrible!
But in fact, many nobles can chat casually after killing someone just now, the difference is that many of them can't bear to do it themselves...
Monroe took two steps forward, he was still in the aristocratic attire of the Fussen Empire. That country is a country with a strong culture and art, and their dress has many elements of bards. So even though it is aristocratic clothing, it is not heavy, but looks light, even uninhibited and romantic. He simply walked forward, and the other people at the banquet immediately made a way for him. They squeezed hard against the wall, so that Randolph and Monroe, who were seated at the top, were directly facing each other.
Monroe was laughing, "I don't want to disturb this lively banquet, I just came to find someone to settle accounts."
He was very polite, but after he directly killed someone just now, his behavior caused more psychological pressure on people.
"What the hell are you going to do?!" This kind of psychological pressure made Randolph cry out.
"Maybe I can remind you, do you know where the money you took from the charitable organization came from?" Monroe asked.
"I, I can give you money, I can pay you back!" Randolph said.
"To lose all the money," Monroe said.
"I, I don't have that much money..." stammered Randolph, most of which went to the Bray family.
"That's your problem," Monroe said.
"this… "
"In addition, those who participated in the persecution of the victims must die." Monroe continued.
"Some people are not mine," Randolph said. "I have no right to kill them..."
Monroe cut him off: "That's your problem, too."
"You are driving me to death!" Randolph lost control of his emotions, he stood up angrily, and shouted.
"I'm not here to kill people, I'm here to solve problems." Monroe's voice was very indifferent, "Of course, I don't mind killing people."
His calm voice was in stark contrast to Randolph's intense emotion.
Randolph breathed heavily, and his legs began to tremble.
"The money you took away is in triplicate, one belongs to Duke Jackson, one belongs to Princess Lydia's own small treasury, and the last one belongs to that lord." Monroe showed a very typical villain's expression. Smiling cruelly: "Let me tell you, you guys like to touch the royal family's money, that's all. Dare to touch the demons' money, is it because you are impatient?"
When he said this, his aura had changed, his eyes changed from blue to a dark and terrifying abyss, his eyeballs seemed to be the carrier of countless desires and negative emotions, and they were the materialization of soul silt. He just looked at Randolph like this, causing Randolph's body to lose control again and fall on the seat.
Randolph is almost regretting it now, why did he do this? How did he come to such a point
But what he regrets is not doing bad things or making the poor suffer, but what he regrets is taking too much money. If I took less money in the first place, they wouldn't find out, and everything would be fine-so thought Randolph.
This man is already rotten.
02.
When Monroe and his party had a big banquet, Hill went to Magnolia City. He first went to Theodore and asked Theodore to go to Princess Lydia.
Theodore kept in touch with Princess Lydia through Linda, Princess Lydia's former personal maid. He was very efficient, and Hill met Princess Lydia at the magazine office half an hour later.
Theodore was about to serve tea and snacks, but was stopped by Hill: "I'm not here to eat these, and neither is Her Royal Highness, so let's get down to business."
Hill was acting rather rude. But others have to accept this.
"Your Highness Greenwald." Princess Lydia gave him a noble salute.
Hill just nodded lightly, raised his hand, "Sit."
This still rude performance made Lydia frown slightly, but she sat down anyway.
"I have something to do with you," Hill said straight to the point, and then slowed down, "About charity."
If he meant something here, he hoped that Princess Lydia would be mentally prepared, such as telling the truth.
Here Theodore obviously misunderstood the detail that Hill showed: "Need me to evade?" Theodore asked, thinking that Hill slowed down his speech for him.
"No." Hill said, "You're on your own."
"Okay." Theodore's voice was cheerful.
"So, do you have anything to say to me about charity?" Hill turned to Princess Lydia.
Princess Lydia thought for a while and said, "Uh, thank you, Mr. Greenwald?"
Hill carefully looked at Princess Lydia's expression, trying to find traces of lying, but he couldn't find it. "Hehe. What do you do every day on weekdays?"
This repeated rude behavior made Princess Lydia finally unbearable: "Mr. Greenwald, your question is a bit too presumptuous."
"Really." Hill said indifferently: "Then let me put it another way, how much time do you spend on charity?"
"I will pay attention to the latest progress every few days." Princess Lydia said confidently: "It's more frequent than my time learning equestrianism."
Oh, comparing charity to equestrianism, this is really... In the eyes of the princess, this is a "fun little thing". Hill couldn't help shaking her head, didn't the tears she shed from what she saw flowed to her heart
Theodore frowned over there. Although he was constrained by the times, he also felt that something was wrong.
Hill glanced at Theodore and said, "Theodore, you can ask next."
Theodore nodded, he thought for a while, and first asked: "Lydia, who did you entrust this matter to?"
Their reaction made Lydia a little at a loss. Unlike Olivia, Lydia really belonged to the kind who was raised in a deep boudoir, "It's my uncle's family." She said softly.
Theodore was a little unresponsive.
"Borai." Hill reminded.
Theodore understood the name as soon as he heard it. He frowned and asked in his voice, "Have you ever inquired about the reputation of the Bolai family?"
Princess Lydia felt aggrieved: "I know a little bit, but those commoners dare to scold the royal family, let alone the Bolai family..."
Theodore didn't know what to say for a while, he could say some things, but it was really inconvenient to say some things.
So Hill asked on his behalf: "So, do you think the royal family should be scolded?"
Lydia stood up.
This sentence is really heartbreaking.
She and Hill looked at each other for a few seconds, and then Princess Lydia sat down slowly again. "I will go to inspect and give lectures every once in a while... They should do a good job." She explained a little aggrieved. This posture of lowering her figure is already very rare for her, after all, she is a beloved princess.
"I got some information." Hill said, he glanced at the oil lamp on the table, then he poked his fingers in, and pulled out a stack of papers from it, which was sent by Monroe just now: " This is the specific information sent by the Dark Vatican, I haven’t read it yet, I’m afraid I’ll lose control and kill someone.”
Hill handed the stack of papers to Princess Lydia, and Princess Lydia turned pale after reading a page: "This, is this true?"
Hill did not answer the question. no need.
03.
Randolph Manor.
"You, do you dare?" Randolph Burley stood up, his pupils trembling violently, "I'm a Burley! You can't kill me!"
"Yeah," Monroe said, "I can't kill you."
Black mist surged on his skin, his eyes had turned an evil red, and a hellish aura enveloped his body. The mist condensed into a throne behind him, and he sat down gracefully, with his legs crossed and his scepter resting on his knees, his eyes could not hide the contempt, "But they can."
"What do you mean?" Randolph asked.
Monroe closed her eyes and fell asleep. Leona next to her tilted her head, and a bunch of wraiths floated out of her body. The bunch of wraiths twisted together, making the environment in front of her even more terrifying like a nightmare.
Someone finally couldn't control his emotions and screamed.
Leona said, "God be quiet."
The screamer was immediately unable to make a sound as if his throat was stuck.
Leona continued to speak briskly: "Well, that's our plan. Everyone here is not a good person, so I have a suggestion, you can wash away your sins by joining the Holy See, and the Lord will bless you of."
The situation is now clear.
Join the Dark Church, or die.
04.
Magnolia City.
Lydia's tears fell in big drops on the paper with various information written on it.
Hill already made up his mind.
At this moment, the flame changed color, and a note popped out of it. While thinking that this was really like the Goblet of Fire of the Triwizard Tournament, Hill caught the note with his hand.
It was in Monroe's handwriting.
After a glance, he pinched the note and stretched it into the flames. The flame burned the note and licked Hill's fingers tenderly. Hill blew off the remaining black ash on his finger, and said, "The latest information, there is a noble person on my side who is very angry with Randolph. He wants to kill Randolph, and I think so too."
As far as Theodore knows Hill, every time he says "somewhat" he intends to do so...
Princess Lydia: "But..."
"How about you go and solve this problem?" Hill interrupted her very comfortably, and didn't let her continue, "Your Highness, how about offering a little value?"
Princess Lydia was a little dazed: "Do I need to take on the fact that you killed Randolph Burley?"
"Yes." Hill nodded, "I suggest that you should become better, at least not too far from Miss Jackson, you are a princess. Otherwise, I will be troubled." He smiled like this, and put He picked up the hat over there, put it on his head after flicking it twice, and left.
Theodore chased after Hill not far away, "Mr. Greenwald!"
"Huh?" Hill stopped, "What?"
"Is there anything I can do to help you?" Theodore asked.
"Aren't you going to comfort your princess?" Hill joked
Theodore said seriously: "She is a princess, and some things can be endured."
Hill asked with a smile: "Including losing you?"
"Forehead… "
"Just kidding." Hill seemed to be joking.
Theodore was a little dazed, but he still said, "Um, that is, what can I do to help?"
"Are you planning on getting into a charity?" Hill asked.
"Yes." Theodore nodded, "I thought I could help, but the magazine..."
"The magazine needs you. You know better than me what the magazine is like now. I suggest that you should start cultivating suitable talents. I will consider letting you manage other departments when there are enough people." Hill said, " I will go to old Jackson for the charity matter, and I have to reorganize this matter, but you can rest assured that charity will definitely continue."
"Okay, sir." Theodore listened carefully, and then he said, "I have a kind request..."
Hill put it bluntly: "You want Princess Lydia to continue to be a charity, right?"
"En." Theodore was not embarrassed or twitched after being exposed, but expressed his thoughts generously: "After all, Princess Lydia has not been exposed to the outside world, so from her point of view Making this mistake is also…”
Hill appreciates Theodore's attitude.
"But you know the consequences of her mistake?" Hill asked.
"I am willing to take it for her." Theodore said, "Please give her another chance."
Hill looked at Theodore for a while, "You are just a human being, there are some things you can't afford."
"This is a responsibility. Just like the movie said, don't bully young people into poverty. Because young people have unlimited possibilities." Theodore was not afraid at all, he said seriously: "I will work harder and treat myself more harshly. "
Theodore. He's really a heroic character in a novel.
Hill took a liking to him.
"Very well, then keep going like this. I promise, your future is immeasurable."
Then Hill said to the air: "You stay here in the future to protect his safety."
The figure of the dark elf appeared, kneeling on one knee, "Yes, my king."
Theodore was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted: "Thank you, Mr. Greenwald."
05.
Randolph Manor.
The guests stepped forward to sign the contract one by one, and then drank the water from the River Styx that Leona gave them.
One of them wanted to rush out the door, but was directly killed by Leona's evil spirits. This made the guests move faster. At this time, the twenty-seven people at the banquet, except for the bard who was still playing the piano, all drank the water of the River Styx.
"Breaking the oath just now will destroy everything. If there is someone who is ready to move, you can try it, just to show others." Leona said, "I suggest you send someone to try, but it will hurt." She said so , and showed a playful and lovely smile.
… This is a devil.
Those present were silent.
"Then issue the first task, you kill Randolph together," Leona licked her lips, her eyes released a soul-stirring light: "God is watching you."
The bard was still immersed in Leona's charm magic, playing the lute mesmerizingly with a vain smile.
That tune is so beautiful.
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