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Chapter 1,632: Clear and Unmistakable Hate

"Then, what on earth is that...?"

Baron Owes's injured leg has been healed by Lawrence's gem potion, but there is still a slightly frightened expression on his face.

He is a knight who is dedicated to restoring the glory of the nobility, and he never lacks the courage to draw his sword and fight.

But that's only when facing known enemies.

No matter how powerful a warrior is, he would never think of fighting a ghost like a ban soldier, not to mention... that guy wearing a mask is definitely more powerful than a ban soldier...

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"In that case...Mr. Romani will deal with him properly." Fujimaru Ritsuka felt the message from the contract and smiled at Baron Owes.

The battle between the servants has ended. Unlike Creedy's time, this time with Salieri's combat power as a supplement, the battle between the servants will be much easier, so the Phantom of the Opera has been completely eliminated.

Regarding this point, Fujimaru Ritsuka actually has a somewhat complicated feeling.

In the Temple of Time, at the stronghold of the smelting furnace, Fujimaru Ritsuka had felt that the Phantom of the Opera came to support as a combat force based on the fate of the hostility in Orleans. But now, the Phantom of the Opera came to support

The gentleman became an enemy again...

The identity changed rapidly and repeatedly, even Fujimaru Ritsuka felt that it was a bit too frequent.

Baron Owes wiped the cold sweat from his face and stood up, leaning on the wall.

"Gina,... we can't stay here anymore." He looked at his wife who was supporting him and said with some difficulty.

"...Hmm." Mrs. Dorigina sighed and nodded.

What Lorenzo advocates is not only the culling of art, but also the same attitude towards the nobility. Now the Owes family is under attack...

"Father, mother!"

Harley rushed over and hugged her parents, finally feeling relieved.

"Harley, okay, okay you're okay..."

Madam Dorrigina hugged Harry hard.

Although Harley ran away from home for many reasons in her early years and did not start contact with her family again until she fell in love with Lawrence, this does not mean that she does not love her family.

"If we continue to stay here, we might be attacked. We have to leave quickly. Lorenzo has gone crazy... He is not a lord who can lead the Florentine nobles back to glory. In fact, he did

The opposite is true, he is a devil and a villain!"

Baron Owes said angrily after letting go of his wife and daughter, who had been mentally prepared for a long time.

"If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have continued to live under Piero. Gina, we should have gone to Venice..."

"Okay, let's not talk anymore..."

Lawrence and Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had arrived late, looked at each other and shrugged helplessly.

Lawrence has always been a little helpless about his father-in-law's temperament.

However, this is not bad.

...

"Father, the Phantom of the Opera is dead."

In the palace of Florence, only the father and son, who were the rulers, were left. The king, who was at the top of the city's power, looked at his father with some thoughts in his eyes.

The exit of the Phantom of the Opera didn't surprise him too much. He didn't have high expectations for this knight from the beginning, it was just a knife used to deal with nobles.

And this knife is broken now...

Is it the resistance of those nobles, or...?

Chaldea...

He obviously caught the tail, but managed to escape every time. This enemy...may be more difficult to deal with than he thought.

"Lorenzo, my boy, are you a little slack?"

Piero, leaning on his cane, just glanced at Lorenzo.

"...Father, what do you want to express?"

Lorenzo frowned slightly.

Piero's tone made him feel that something was wrong.

"You became the only king of Florence, and used your own strength to correct the city bit by bit, but you never cared about the real threat."

Piero's eyes appeared in the shadows, causing Lorenzo, who had always been calm, to break out into a cold sweat on his forehead due to the pressure.

"The first time Creedy strikes, you should kill Lawrence completely."

"In other words - only Lawrence must be killed!"

He opened his hands.

"Verrocchio, Botticelli, it doesn't matter how many these guys kill, only Lawrence, only Lawrence, she is the most necessary and valuable person to be killed!"

"That disgusting thing, the revival she represents is not...hum."

Halfway through, Piero seemed to realize something and stopped, but there was still a feeling in his eyes that made Lorenzo feel very uncomfortable.

"Anyway, Lorenzo, my boy."

"I leave the city I cherish in your hands... Letting me down is the last thing you should do."

"Rethink what you should do, Lawrence...must kill Chaldea, must be eradicated!"

There was a strong hatred in his tone that he was not even aware of, it was clear and heartfelt.

Lorenzo narrowed his eyes.

But he still nodded.

"I understand, my respected father."

He has no intention of rebelling against his father.

In other words, he still needs his father. This old man is still of great use to Florence now...

He can't die yet, and even if he does die, he should die as his best shield.

Piero left the palace and met the masked Caster at the corner.

"It seems that your son will not continue to take orders from you, my friend, I have told you before." He looked like he had expected it, and turned his slender wrists to express tactful sarcasm.

, "He is a big shot and should not and will not be manipulated by a guy like you."

Piero did not answer immediately. He just leaned on crutches and looked at Caster with cold eyes.

"You just don't have any feeling at all?"

"Why should I have feelings?" Faced with Piero's somewhat angry question, Caster spread his hands and put on an innocent expression.

"You were not the only one who escaped control at that time, but it didn't include me."

"At that time, I was not the only one who was struggling to continue to exist, but you were not included."

"Besides..."

The corners of his mouth raised again, one hand pressed on his mask, and he took off the mask, revealing his handsome and somewhat weird facial features, looking directly at Piero, aggressively.

"I am not Dantalin."

"Never."

"Unlike you, my friend, Amadeus has the right to step on the ground with his own two feet, but you do not."

"The pride you always hold will never allow you to have such a right."


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