Inside the castle of Viscount Moruo.
Thick burgundy curtains obscured the windows, and only a little afterglow filtered into the room through the cracks. A young girl in her twenties curled up on the sofa, her hands on her knees, her face buried in the shadows.
With a creak, the mahogany door was pushed open, and the castle butler in a black dress appeared at the door. He looked at the dimly lit room, frowned slightly, then stepped aside and opened the curtains.
With the help of the dark red afterglow of the sunset, the butler found the candle on the table, lit it, and then looked back at the girl.
"Master Moruo told you to prepare, and you will act in the next few days." Compared with the kind face when he received the caravan outside during the day, the butler's expression at this time was obviously much colder.
"I'll bring you dinner later, remember to finish it, don't starve."
"Um..." The girl responded slightly, without looking up.
Seeing her promise, the butler ignored her and was about to turn around and leave. He came here just to make sure that the girl didn't escape, even though she couldn't escape.
Seeing that the housekeeper was leaving, the girl raised her head and asked weakly.
"Will my mother and brother be forgiven after helping Lord Moruo complete the task?"
After hearing the voice, the butler turned around, looked at the haggard girl and replied, "Yes, Lord Moruo doesn't bother to lie to you."
"You should be thankful, if it weren't for your usefulness, you would have been executed in public long ago for the crimes committed by your father and brother."
"Neither the legions of the royal family nor the followers of the Baska family will tolerate crimes like your father's."
"Trying to overthrow the empire and reproduce things like Crancia is a joke in the empire. I hope you are not as stupid as your father. You must know that every inch of land you step on today is the glory of the past. Heroes are fought with iron and blood, and you are just lucky enough to be allowed to live in this land by the descendants of those heroes."
"The betrayal will not end well." He gave the girl a meaningful look, then turned to leave.
The door closed again, and the room fell silent, only the candles shook slightly and smoked slightly.
In the other corner of the castle, Viscount Moruo's study.
The viscount is sitting at the table at the moment, carefully studying the delicate creation in his hand, which is about the size of a ping-pong ball, and is entirely white with golden patterns on it. At this moment, it is filled with magic power, and it emits light slightly.
"It's wonderful, just like the music in the woods." Viscount Moruo saw this little sphere so precious and beautiful.
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After a while, there was a slight knock on the door of the study.
"Come in." Viscount Moruo put away the sphere in his hand.
"Sir Moruo." The housekeeper saluted respectfully, and then entered the study.
"How about that girl?" Moruo asked.
"It's okay, just finished dinner."
"Very good, very good." Mo Ruo said twice in a row, with a touch of excitement on his face, as if thinking of a wonderful scene in the future.
"Finally wait for this day." He turned to look at the wall behind him, on which hung the portraits of the sages of the Moruo family, as well as an ancient family crest, the shape of which was like a cross of swords, stacked together.
"Although a lot of bugs have been found near the forest recently, fortunately, the plan went smoothly. With the help of the Charlene caravan, the key items were finally transported from there."
"Your wise man." The housekeeper bowed his head and praised.
"Haha, I guess those spies didn't expect it either. I'll let them put this crucial little thing in the vegetables and fruits and send it along the way."
He took out the gadget in his hand again.
After the Roentgen caravan arrived in the afternoon, the piano was temporarily placed in the yard, and the fruit and the like were transported to the warehouse first. He smashed all the melons and fruits, and finally found this little thing hidden in it.
"With this, you can open the seal in the ruins. It's really exhausting." He sighed.
"I discovered this place 20 years ago, but I didn't expect that the seal left by the Mercury Dynasty was still so strong, sealing the sacred relic in such a secret place."
"But these are all over. Use this little thing to break the seal, and then let that special girl open the door. The treasure inside will eventually belong to our Moruo family, hahaha." Thinking of this, he couldn't help showing a happy smile. For this day, he has endured for nearly 20 years, and now he can finally reveal it freely.
"Your lord is wise." The steward looked at Viscount Moruo's arrogant and laughing back, and lowered his head again.
"However, this action is still cautious."
After laughing, the Viscount regained his composure and turned around.
"I know that some little bugs have noticed a little anomaly. They may know something, but they definitely don't understand everything. So we must achieve our goal before they react. I don't want to make things worse, and then the time People from the Society of Sages will be attracted.”
"If those white robes come here, then the things in the ruins will have nothing to do with us. These guys have always regarded everything buried in the ground as their own organization, which is simply unreasonable, huh." Thinking of those powerful sages Member of the Society, the Viscount gritted his teeth.
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As the guardians of the world order, sages will have a very high priority in dealing with many things. They will maintain those ancient ruins and ensure that all the items excavated belong to the sages and will be kept.
"Okay, bring my dinner first, and we'll be ready to act tonight."
"Yes, my lord." The butler exited the room again.
The night is getting darker, although the castle is very deserted and there are only sporadic lights, but the small town under the mountain is full of lights.
Although the place is not big, perhaps because of its small size, the local residents are more humane. Walking on the streets are basically all acquaintances, and the night in the town is not deserted.
In the largest tavern in the city, a wonderful performance is being performed, and a poet in a tattered shirt is sitting on the stage and playing the strings.
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"Speaking of that time, Miss Messia picked up the sword, and like a nightingale in the forest, she lightly crossed the obstacles, and the beautiful sword trajectory that passed by was like a July meteor cutting through the night sky."
"At that moment, what she stabbed was not only the black bear's eyes, but also the hearts of all the men present. Ah, that flying dress and sturdy body, just like the ancient legend of Aishe Merada, Bring us victory." Chanting exaggerated words, the impromptu bard grows more and more excited, closing his eyes and revelling in fantasy, and the audience below is also wildly enthusiastic.
"Oh, that's really pretty."
"My Goddess."
"The lovely Miss Messia."
It is rare to encounter such a wonderful story in the lack of entertainment, boring and uninteresting life, and these mercenaries and adventurers are all immersed in the poet's singing.
Although there are no skills, and I often go out of tune in the middle, the atmosphere and emotion are there. That Miss Messia is indeed a strong color that breaks the gray life, and everyone sighs in amazement.
Well, a little exaggeration is not a sin.
The only one who was slightly dissatisfied with this was the swordsman lady sitting in the corner of the tavern. At this moment, she held up her hands and blocked the lines of curiosity and admiration with the empty wooden wine glasses. She smiled helplessly and nodded in response to the people who waved to her.