"You have done something wrong, and I will not let you inherit it..."

Although the Duke of Angmar's unfinished words were interrupted, Francis obviously would not take any chances and thought that his father was joking. Now the facts are in front of him... his father's body is getting closer to the edge of death, and Sally only has one day to live.

, you may not get the right to inherit all the wealth in the territory!

"What to do... what to do..."

He scratched his hair, which he had carefully taken care of, and the sweat on his forehead was almost soaked with sweat from his anxiety. 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 did not have the depth of mind that only middle-aged people have. Although he was very calm in the face of most things, when it came to the inheritance of the title that he cared about most, he was completely confused.

He and Sally are the only direct descendants of the Luciferon family. Although there are many aunts, aunts and uncles in the collateral line, the only one who can truly inherit the title is Sally.

He had anticipated many situations, and even imagined that his father would finally tell him personally that he could inherit such a large territory. But now, the words suddenly spoken by his father were like a heavy hammer, shattering all his beautiful visions and making him unable to do so again.

There is no way out.

"Do you really want to break up with Rose Cross?"

Francis couldn't help but think of the final plan that he had least wanted to think about, but after weighing it countless times, he found that he had no choice - either kill Sally, or wait and watch his power fall away.

Having grown up with Sally, he naturally understands what this sister is capable of. If he hands over all the territory's resources and manpower to her, I'm afraid he won't even have the chance to assassinate her!

His eyes moved slowly, and finally he saw the information about Sally collected by his men on the table, and clenched his fists slightly.

After closing his eyes and thinking for a moment, he already had a rough idea of ​​the next plan in his mind. When he walked out of the house, the ferocious and distorted face just now had returned to its former calm, and he ordered to the maid at the door: "I

I want to stay at Moriah Manor for a while and prepare the carriage. I will set off tomorrow. By the way, let Willy come over."

The maid left after receiving the order. Not long after, the hunched-over Willy came to the young earl's house. When the door closed, the smiling expression on his face disappeared instantly, and the cold command sounded low and cold.

Without any emotion:

"Go find someone and kill Sally in the shortest possible time."

There was a pause in the words.

"I will stay at Moria Manor during this period and will not have anything to do with anything that happens in Hollier City. Do you understand?"

Willy pursed his lips and responded in a low voice: "Yes, Master!"

******

September 1st.

No matter how the conspirators weave their conspiracies into a web, for the vast majority of people in Hollier City, life is still just life. The things that the nobles consider have never had much connection with them.

It is late summer and early autumn, and the hustle and bustle in the city has almost reached its peak of the year.

Just after the grain harvest, the lords have already started a new round of tax collection. If the farmers have a surplus after paying the taxes, they will choose to sell some grain in exchange for some necessities of life.

The cries of merchants echoed one after another in the square. From early morning to dusk every day, a troupe set up a stage in the square. The dancing lights and the exclamations of the audience always sounded. The surrounding taverns smelled of drunken ale and chanted.

The bard held the viol in his hand and sang popular songs to the cheerful accompaniment.

The beggar lay on his back on the street corner of the slum, waving his hands from time to time to drive away the flies hovering around him. He didn't have to worry about the bad weather or where the next meal would be like in winter. Occasionally, rich people would come to distribute food.

They rushed up, grabbed a few pieces of dry and hard black bread, and lay back down feeling very happy.

In a city with a permanent population of 20,000 and a floating population of about 25,000, the daily scene is largely dominated by this atmosphere.

The streets are not clean and tidy, and the unpleasant smell of feces occasionally drifts through when carriages pass by. Most of the civilians' clothes are mainly dark gray, and there is a bit of plainness in the hustle and bustle - every time I stare out the window, Sally's

I probably have some of these emotions in my heart.

Over the past few months, the young duke's daughter has completely adapted to life in the monastery. The monotony is a little bit monotonous, but in fact, the original life in the duke's palace was not much better, so she had more thoughts in her heart.

Have a happy-go-lucky attitude.

The prayers were over, and after finishing the things she had to do today, she was writing something unknown to others in her room. The parchment in her hand now contained the tasks assigned to her subordinates outside the monastery these days.

——So far, she has barely established an intelligence network outside the monastery, extending her tentacles to several major towns in the territory. The farthest is the location marked at the beginning of this letter——

Nolan Village.

"Missing... led two teams of scouts into the grassland... are they really looking for trouble with the orcs?"

The same news was a complete joke to Francis, but Sally did not show any contempt. Instead, she read it several times with great solemnity, and finally confirmed a certain possibility in her heart.

The girl's mind was always a little complicated. She was worried that Roddy would have an accident, and she also thought about the worst possibility... For example, Roddy died in the battle in the endless grassland due to some accidents——

Bah, bah, bah, you can’t think like that.

Every time those scenes that she couldn't imagine but couldn't suppress appeared in her mind, she would always feel that her heart was beating very fast for no reason, and then she would examine the other person in her mind from an absolutely calm angle.

location…

Who is he to you? Is it worth worrying about?

He is just a bastard, he just wants to take advantage of you!

he…

His fingers slightly tightened the parchment in his hand, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

After not seeing each other for more than four months, Roddy's appearance in his mind seemed to have become blurry. But on the contrary, the wonderful "intersections" between the other party and himself became more and more profound - when facing the Scorpion King, the other party turned him into a

Throw it out and face Francis Shichao, letting himself use the necklace to sneak, and push himself to the other end of the ruins in the mine tunnel... Various scenes flashed by, some of them were grateful, some were ashamed, some were guilty, and some were lost.

Thinking of the last time she met him, when she personally took over the soft armor he made, and watched his back walk away, Sally pursed her lips slightly, but felt that she couldn't find the other person's position in her heart at all.

Exhaling slowly, Sally stood up and straightened her robe. The afternoon sun shone through the window, and her long platinum hair was gently tied up, shining with crystal light.

"Maybe...he has forgotten me."

She always complained like this, but the sentence in her heart was completely opposite. The conflicting mood continued, Sally walked out of the bedroom and walked towards the church in front of the convent - usually at this time, the nuns would answer some questions for the believers in the front hall.

Regarding doctrinal issues, by sunset, the day's task is completed.

Along the way, many believers saluted the "candidate priest" respectfully, and Sally returned the greeting with a smile. Occasionally, she would chat with some familiar believers and say hello. Born in a noble family, she was very familiar with handling interpersonal relationships.

Almost most people in the entire monastery have a friendly attitude towards her, and even a few who are slightly indifferent do not dare to show any disrespect because of her identity and status.

"Sally, Booker went to the tavern a few days ago to eavesdrop on the story told by the bard. It sounded very interesting!"

A brown-haired girl followed in Sally's footsteps, and the relationship seemed very familiar. She was considered a close friend in the monastery.

Of course, it's also because the girl named Chris is the daughter of a viscount and has the same aristocratic bloodline, which makes it easier for them to "get together" - naturally, Chris has no regard for other believers from civilian backgrounds.

Too many interests, and the "feminine" friendship with Sally, the meaning of friendship is more obvious.

"Booker always likes to run around. The bishop will definitely blame him if he finds out," Sally smiled, "What story makes you so excited? What about the battle between a knight and a dragon?"

"No, no, no, you would never have imagined it." Chrissy shook her head like a rattle, "Those childish stories of knights and princesses should be told to children who have never heard the phone call. Hey... what Booker heard was

There’s a story about orcs!”

Chris, who was obviously showing off, looked around, as if to see if more people were attracted by her words. As expected, three or four young guys stopped and slowed down with curious expressions.

He came over slowly.

After all, many of the believers are only twenty years old. It is unrealistic for them to study with tomes all day long at this age. Therefore, during breaks like this, the atmosphere among the monks and nuns in the monastery is still very tense.

Relaxed, not as serious as imagined.

"Where are the ferocious orcs! In the past, my father used to use them to scare me when he mentioned them. I have never heard of stories about them. Booker heard a very novel version this time. He said - um...Sha

Li?"

Chris stopped talking because she suddenly realized that something was wrong with Sally's expression.

"Well? Orcs, yes, orcs, ah... this story should be very attractive. I was just wondering where these orc stories would come from?"

Sally's face was full of smiles, but the smile was not much. Her fingers under the robes were slightly clenched, and her pace slowed down a little.

Chris just thought that she had an illusion just now, and continued: "Booker talked a lot, he talked very happily, about the battle that happened on the border that the bard talked about, the strong orcs, the brave human warriors

, and the story about the wolf cavalry... seems to be the war between Emperor Conn and the orcs."

Sally's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling a little melancholy and lost. She nodded perfunctorily and said, "Then what?"

"But just like those previous stories, this time the bard also told a story about scouts - Hee, to be honest, before Booker said the word 'scout' to me, I didn't know they were doing it.

Something like that.”

"Rebuke...scout?"

"Yes, they are soldiers who conduct reconnaissance missions before battles, obtain intelligence, and sacrifice themselves for the country when necessary. I used to hear about how brave knights are, but later I found out that many things were shamelessly done to them.

But the ones who really make meritorious deeds are actually 'little people' like scouts in many cases."

The two walked side by side, and Chris began to tell the story she had just heard, while Sally listened silently and looked ahead. At a certain moment, it seemed that she heard something that touched her heartstrings.

My nose feels sore for no reason.

"...One person killed ten wolf cavalry, and led the team to kill the orcs who committed evil deeds. It sounds really exciting, doesn't it?"

Chris made a "slashing" motion in excitement, turned around, and found Sally rubbing her eyes hard.

"Sally?"

She moved her eyes to the side in a panic. 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 - when Chris said that the group of scouts rushed into the orcs to avenge the dead villagers.

When telling the story of the kingdom, Sally finally stopped, with a little apology, and said in a steady voice: "Chris... I suddenly remembered something. Maybe I won't be able to go to church in the afternoon. Please tell me for me."

Lord Bishop Benjamin, I apologize."

After saying that, regardless of whether Chris responded or not, she turned around and ran back to her room. The parchment she had read countless times before was tightly crumpled into a ball.
Chapter completed!