That night, all the members of the family gathered here in the main hall.

"Hmph! The Laurent family is so bullying!"

"That's right, he dared to slap us in the face in public, and embarrass us in front of all the nobles of Demacia."

"Tomorrow morning, I guess the whole of Demacia knew that our Milisier family had been ruined!"

"Is it still necessary to do tomorrow? When my maid went out this afternoon, I heard someone talking about this!"

"Hmph! This account must be paid back with blood from the Laurent family!"

"Yes! Cut off Laurent's head and hang it on the gate of Milisier Manor to see if anyone dares to criticize us privately!"

"Yes! Mobilize family forces again, aren't Laurent's sons in civilian positions? Let them go out tomorrow!"

"There is another person on duty in the palace, brother and sister, this matter depends on you. I will have a good time with Mianwei's family, and then I will mention Assas and Laxana to your elder brother General Peter."

"Okay, I will go back to Miyin City the day after tomorrow and talk to my elder brother about this."

"How is Kaisers?"

"Oh! Don't mention it, I was still angry. I vomited blood twice on the way home and once again at home. I asked Dr. White to prescribe a medicine and asked Ms. Friga, who was in the Illuminati, to help with treatment. I have just fallen asleep. But this blow was too big for him."

"Oh! Even my father was so angry that he vomited blood from the Laurente family. I must not let them go this time!"

"Yes, when the Laurent family was exiled, I would find someone to bring the woman over and lock her up at home to torture her. When will Caesars get angry and when will he be finished?"

"Hmph! I didn't like this woman from the beginning. She looked arrogant and charming. What was the rumor that I was rumored to have outstanding swordsmanship and talent? What a joke!"

"Okay, stop talking about these hindsights now!" The head of the family Terryris sat in the main seat of the hall, coughed lightly and said calmly. The whole hall immediately became quiet. Several pairs of eyes looked at Terryris together.

"Ketosa, are you sure about tomorrow's duel?" Terrys's expression remained unchanged, pondered for a moment, turned around and asked the strong man standing behind him, expressionless.

The strong man was about thirty years old, at the peak of his military energy, when he heard Terryris' question, he first bowed gently, looked at everyone present in turn, and then his face was calm and his tone was filled with strong confidence and answered: "No problem at all."

"Huh--!" Although everyone knew it, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when I heard Kratosa, the subordinate with the highest force, say this.

After all, no matter how many people discuss in the house, all revenge plans still depend on tomorrow's duel. If the duel is won, then according to Demacia's laws, the Laurent family will be removed from the nobles and the entire family will be expelled.

The capital of Demacia, and the culprit who caused everything, would be exiled to the bitter and cold land in the north and suffer all the shame.

"Yeah." Terryris nodded and said with concern: "Laurent became famous in Demacia more than ten years ago, so you should be careful."

"Yes." Ketoza nodded respectfully, but the disdain in his eyes was obvious.

However, the others in the Milisier family liked his confidence more. Aris retorted: "Father, you are too worried. You also said that Laurent became famous more than ten years ago, but now it has been so long, and he has not been on the duel arena for many years. And Kratosa is the best player in our family, how could he lose? This time, you must tease Laurent well and let him show his ugly appearance in front of everyone, otherwise it will be difficult to relieve my anger!"

"Yes! I don't believe what a middle-aged man in his forties can do. A lot of people say it? The swordsmanship of the Laurent family is just a fancy way, and it is only worthy of being in the duel arena to let all the nobles gather around like watching a monkey show." Yulian's third uncle interrupted, looking indifferent: "Everyone knows that our Milisier family will win in this duel. Even the few people from the Mianwei family said that it was Ketosa who participated in the duel tomorrow. Are you relieved to go back? Brother, you are too careful!"

"Yes!" "That's it!"

Terrys looked at the family members' responsive look, shook his head slightly, and said to Ketosa behind him: "You go back to the house to maintain your energy and deal with tomorrow's duel!"

Quettosa nodded and bowed out of the house. Terryris looked around with serious eyes for a while, and all the members of the family were shocked and stopped. Then he nodded with satisfaction and said, "Let's go away! Let's go to nourish your spirits tonight. Tomorrow morning, everyone will go to Laurent Manor together."

As he spoke, he stood up: "The reputation and glory of the family are all in tomorrow's duel, Milisier must wash away his shame with blood!"

"Yes!" Everyone stood up together, responded loudly, and left the room in groups of three or three.

...

Late at night, the lights in Milisier Manor gradually became fewer, and only a few patrol teams stood on their posts.

Sitting on the chair in the room, Yurien was not asleep for a long time. Thinking of the woman with long pink hair and independent hair, her heart was quite complicated. She was angry, admired, and a little empathetic praise.

Although his identity is the direct master of the Milisier family, from the family's standpoint, he should be indignant of Fiona, who made the Milisier family look deserted. He should be as united as his uncle, uncle, mother, and cousin, but when everyone was denying her, Yurien remained silent.

Because apart from this level of identity, from the perspective of an insider, he did not admire this woman who dared to bravely speak out loudly under the eyes of five hundred nobles at the most important ceremony in life, and firmly wanted to exchange her abilities for her freedom. There was no reason not to admire her.

When sitting in the hall, Yurien kept wondering whether he had violated his parents' wishes and walked out of Isha's farm alone and entered a strange world. Is it to pursue Riven's footsteps or to hold the same mood as Fiona, just because he was unwilling to give up, just because he wanted to get his own freedom and life?

Maybe both are there!

After thinking for a long time, Yurien suddenly felt that she was in a much better mood.

But...

I have endured the torture of suffering and now I have a glimmer of hope. Can you, can you, persevere in the coldest winter and wait until spring is in full bloom?

Thinking of this, Yurien couldn't help but feel a little worried, but in an instant, he woke up and smiled self-deprecatingly. He is now a spy, a spy in Demacia alone, and has not been offline. I don't know if he will be surrounded by Demacia's soldiers when he opens his eyes tomorrow. It is still unknown where can he have time to care about other people's affairs?

Thinking of this, Yurien shook her head slightly, stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, preparing to rest early.

What is the ending? I will know tomorrow! Thinking of this, Yurien turned over and lay on the bed, closing his eyes.

A few minutes later, suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded in the manor. Yurien turned over, sat up suddenly, and a long gown that was close to her tight-fitting clothes, swept her eyes over the shelf beside the bed. He hesitated slightly, took the sword on the shelf and rushed out of the room.

The sharp whistle continued to sound, and after a while, a scream came from somewhere, "There is an assassin!" In an instant, the entire manor was alarmed.

There were people shouting loudly outside the house, and Yurien's eyes froze as he listened to the source of the whistle.

assassin?

...

Just as Milisier and his family were yelling at the hall to criticize the Laurent family, a dark shadow quietly emerged from the dark place. After missing a team of patrolling soldiers, the dark shadow tapped the toes on the wall twice, and silently crossed the three-meter-high exterior wall of the Laurent Manor.

The black shadow quietly hid under the shade of the trees at the corner of the wall, and his whole body seemed to be integrated into the darkness, with only a little trace of movement. His eyes carefully watched teams of patrol teams walking past the path of the manor with the dim light.

After about ten minutes, the shadow moved, and the whole person was close to the corner of the wall, wiping through the dead corner of the patrol soldiers' sight at an extremely fast speed, as if a breeze blew on his face, without alarming anyone.

After dodging the two teams one after another, the black shadow stuck to a wall, and his ears pressed against the wall and listened carefully to the movement inside. After half a minute, the black shadow looked around and raised his feet slightly, and his hands slashed on the exterior wall of the yard at a very fast speed. Then he twisted his body, hooked his fingers and toes on the concave and convex part of the yard wall, and flipped into the wall from the outside of the wall, and his body hung in mid-air.

Just at this moment, a team of patrol soldiers walked by with weapons and torches, the black shadow held his breath and concentrated, and the whole person seemed to have disappeared, allowing the patrol guard to walk outside the courtyard wall. There was only one wall between the two, but no one looked up and saw the hand lying on the courtyard wall.

When the footsteps of the patrol guards were gone, the black shadows used their hands and feet together, and they turned back to the courtyard wall, swept their eyes back and forth, and quickly squatted up to the roof at an extremely fast speed along the narrow wall.

Stepping on the roof with a nimble step, the black shadow swept across the roof at an extremely fast speed like a wisp of blue smoke, and his body rushed forward with both hands, and his whole body was like a big bird, crossing the path three or four meters wide, and climbed up the bulge of the roof of the other yard next to him, making a muffled sound.

"Dong--!"

The black shadow did not pause at all, and his body rolled with force. After the sound disappeared, he had already crawled into the darkness of the roof, and his whole body merged into the shadow again.

This series of movements flowed without a moment of delay. Even though it made a slight sound, it did not attract anyone's attention.

After waiting for a while, the black shadow arched up again, looking around with his eyes, as if confirming something. With the faint moonlight, the black shadow revealed a trace.
Chapter completed!