Everyone has their own thoughts

Crowel obviously had no IQ on conspiracy and tricks. He was surprised to hear this and said, "Will someone come to the Imperial Capital Family to punish Nicholas? It was obviously York's wrong, and Nicholas fought with impulse."

Li Junshan rolled his eyes helplessly. Such a father is really cute.

"I don't know if the imperial capital comes or not." Linda smiled slightly and said, "It won't take long. Nicholas will definitely go to the imperial capital. You haven't seen that since last year, as long as the young men with some qualifications in the Harriman family have been taken to the imperial capital? Nicholas, are you willing to go?"

Li Junshan nodded, then realized that she couldn't see it, and said, "I must go there. I still have many questions about the summoning technique. It may take systematic learning to solve it."

Crowel was not stupid either. He immediately understood and couldn't help but smile. At this time, he heard someone coming in outside.

"Master, he is a senior priest and pharmacist. It is said that Earl Ross sent him to treat his wife." Raymond walked in and bowed.

"Come in quickly." Crowel said excitedly, Linda looked calm, as if it had nothing to do with him.

At this time, two people came in outside, one was wearing a white dress with a triangle silver pendant hanging on its chest, the other was wearing a black robe with a white cross embroidered on its chest, and a small bag made of monster fur on its body.

"Mr. Crower, I apologize to you for my previous rudeness." The middle-aged man in white came up and bowed.

"Mr. Pastor, don't be polite." Crowel said lightly, knowing that his son would be valued in the family, the long-lost aristocratic temperament emanated from him again.

The pastor politely said a few more times, looked at Li Junshan in fear, and walked towards the inner room with the pharmacist. Linda was lying on the bench under Tina's service. The pastor and the pharmacist surrounded him and sued him, and then carefully looked at him.

"How is it?" Li Junshan felt a little anxious when he saw them discussing for a while while looking.

"Young Master, don't worry." The pastor hurriedly said, "It's not a problem, it's just that there's some blood stasis that can be recovered."

As he said that, the priest took out a silver rod that was half an arm long and muttered something in his mouth. After a while, a white light shot out from the top of the silver rod and penetrated into Linda's left eye. Then another white light flew out and penetrated into her right eye.

"Close your eyes and rest for a while." The pastor was obviously a little tired, and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and said, "It will be enough for a while."

At this time, the pharmacist opened the small bag he carried with him, and used a few small wooden sticks wrapped in silk cotton to dip some strange potions that emitted a faint fragrance, and gently rubbed Linda's eyelids.

"This is Huoying Herbal Medicine, which can speed up blood circulation." The pharmacist saw the nervousness of Crower and Li Junshan and explained with a smile.

Craul and Li Junshan also took care of him, and Raymond led them out to entertain outside. The two of them did not dare to breathe, and looked at Linda who was lying quietly nervously.

After a long time, Linda's eyelashes trembled slightly and slowly opened her eyes. Her agile eyes were as clear as water. She sat up and looked at Li Junshan and smiled: "My Nicholas is really different from before."

Crowel and Li Junshan were ecstatic and hugged each other.

Earl Ross was very angry. Since he returned to the present, he has smashed seven tea sets and three antique vases, including an amethyst screen he liked before.

"Bastard." Ross, who felt angry, grabbed the fourth antique vase in the room and threw it heavily on the ground, and fell to pieces with a "bang".

"I dare to be so arrogant in front of me. No one in Florida dares to treat me like this." Ross was furious.

"Master," Berrant whispered: "Actually, you don't have to be too angry. This may not be a bad thing for you."

"What do you mean?" Ross panted and looked at his personal bodyguard.

Berrant said respectfully: "A group of thieves hijacked Master Nicholas in Florida. At that time, another passing boy was killed by the thief, so everyone thought Nicholas was dead. In order to continue the inheritance of the Harriman family's title in Florida, you agreed to give Viscount Crowel to Mr. York at the joint request of Viscount Crowel and Mr. York. Later, Nicholas escaped from the thief and saw that York had taken away the title he should have inherited, so he had a conflict with Mr. York.

The young man was passionate, and it was inevitable that he would not be serious when he was trying to do it. Later, things got a little bigger. However, under your mediation, York was willing to return the Viscount to Mr. Clauer. At the same time, you discovered that Master Nicholas had become a summoner, a summoner with an unknown number of summoning beasts, and this summoner easily defeated a great warrior and a summoner."

Ross' eyes lit up, he stroked his chin and washed his beard, and said, "You mean to write a book and hand over what you said to the old guys in the imperial capital?"

Berlant bowed and said, "Master is wise. If you don't speed up the time, it will probably not take long before this matter will be spread to the imperial capital. It will be too late for you to say anything, and you will be restrained everywhere."

"Okay." Ross slapped the table suddenly, frightened the maid who was packing the vase fragments next to him, and quickly lowered her head and swept it.

"Clauer's side?" Ross frowned slightly and lowered his head to ponder.

"You know that Crower's personality is not a problem. It's just that Nicholas agrees with our statement, it may take some effort."

"What happened in the past six months?" Earl Ross said with a helpless look on his face, "I saw Nicholas a year ago. He was shy and didn't dare to say anything more. It was no different from his father. Why did it take half a year to change someone?"

"Tell York, get out of the Viscount's Mansion by tomorrow afternoon, and then find the Imperial Court to handle the transfer of titles. Well, you can go with me, don't make any mistakes. Let Craul move back to the Viscount's Mansion tomorrow. I will go there at that time, and discuss the specific matters with them."

"Okay, lord." Berrant bowed and retreated.

This night was destined to be an extraordinary night for the owner of the Harriman family in Florida.

York's mansion was silent, and the servants who came and went lightly, trying their best to hold their breath, fearing that they would accidentally bring disaster to death.

Just now, a maid who accidentally knocked over the teacup was pulled out by York and beaten to death with a stick. The maid was favored by the master the day before.

The room was quiet, York's fat body was buried in a wide chair, and his legs were wrapped in thick bandages, and the fragrance of medicine was filled with the fragrance of medicine.

Opposite him, Fisch was sitting with a cold expression, his eyes full of hatred.

"After you return to the capital, tell your brother Brandon about this." York said with a fat face twisted, "He is just an intermediate magician now, not a Nicholas's opponent, and must endure it now."

Feissy nodded and said nothing.

"Since last year, Marquis Sweet has selected qualified and outstanding figures from a large number of family teenagers. Brandon can get his valuation and send it to the First Academy of the Imperial Capital, and Nicholas will definitely have a chance."

"This revenge must be avenged, but now, Brandon's temperament has always been abusive and cannot tolerate others. You must persuade him not to be impulsive." York said, moving his body, but unexpectedly, a severe pain spread to his legs, and cold sweat was pouring on his forehead.

"I don't know what opportunity Nicholas encountered. In half a year, he became a summoner and defeated Count Ross's great summoner. Perhaps because of Brandon, the superiors would not treat us too much, and they would just spend more money."

"What is money?" York endured the pain and said, "I have no other skills in my life, but money will not hinder me. Feisie, remember, this world always speaks by strength."

"You'll go back to the imperial capital tomorrow." York wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and continued: "If Brandon wants to attack Nicholas, you must find a way to stop him."

Fisch nodded silently, looking at the thick bandage on York's legs, her eyes full of anger.

It was late at night, and the temporary residence of Crower, who had been noisy for a day, finally calmed down. More than a dozen guards guarded the security of the residence.

The huge mansion was silent at this time, and a shiny light shone through the gaps in the wooden boards covering the opening in the simple basement of the backyard.

"The young master is very different from before." Two guards were walking back and forth in the basement, and one guard whispered: "To be honest, the master is too cowardly. Only like the young master now can he be happy."

"What are you talking nonsense?" The other guard glared at him, and saw that there was no one around, then smiled and said in a low voice: "I think so too. Don't say that, the young master has been missing for half a year, and when he comes back, he seems to have changed. It's so charming. The one in my family had blamed me for not leaving with the master, and his family's life was almost impossible to survive. When tomorrow she would know that I got ten gold coins at once, and my monthly money increased by two gold coins, I'm afraid I'm going to be happy."

"Hehe." The other guard laughed and said, "It's all the same."

While talking, the two of them looked around and headed to the front yard again.
Chapter completed!