Every now and then, mysterious gatherings take place in the underground of this castle.

Galangi had been presiding over the unseen worship for a long time, and unlike the children who had been sold for a large sum of money, he had been sent by Prince Gawain.

It is his duty to take care of his master, and it is also the last command of the prince to him.

From then on, he was the shadow of his master's loyalty, hovering by her side for ten years.

No, he is not guarding his master, he is simply wandering around his master, chasing his master like a lost shadow.

"O God, we are your humble servants, great Lord, who graciously accompanies us from birth to death. ”

As the last eulogy ended, everyone shouted applaudation to the name of the god who gave them everything.

By the time the ceremony was over, everyone slowly left the dark church in the same order as when they entered.

If Veronica's room had a window, she would have to look down to see the pitch-black crowd pouring out of the small window.

Unfortunately, the room had no windows, and even if there were, Gallanti doubted that she could realize the unusual nature of the sight.

After all, the master did not receive a proper common-sense education, and Lord Gawain did not allow her to communicate with others.

Before leaving, one of the servants walked up to Gaianti and whispered a few words.

The castle welcomed several guests.

The Grand Butler of Gaianti had already taken off his teaching robes, and the old man had changed into a white shirt and tuxedo at the end of the ceremony.

Several carriages, heavily covered, stopped inside the castle gates under the command of the saber-toothed tigers.

The old butler appeared on the ground at some point, and said to the man who was the leader of the comer:

"When did you change people to deliver the goods? ”

Galanti remembered that the previous leader was a bald man.

The saber-toothed tiger had broad shoulders, but he had to keep his head down in front of the thin old man.

The underground gangs may be able to dominate the common people, but compared to the real nobles, they are just children playing in the mud in the backstreets.

In fact, the fact that the vulture had communicated with Prince Gawain's men before he died greatly shocked the saber-toothed tiger's heart, and he didn't think much of this guy at first, thinking that as long as he gave him time, he could surpass the vulture.

But the vulture's ability to maintain a cooperative relationship with Steward Gaianti all year round, and not even leaking a single rumor, made the saber-toothed tiger almost admire.

It's a pity that the dead are not worthy of admiration.

When you die, there's nothing.

The saber-toothed tiger lowered his voice in reply to Gaianti's answer:

"We've had some internal changes in our personnel. ”

Gairanti didn't really care who the delivery person was, and he didn't even know much about how tightly the vultures hid their trade.

They are Prince Gawain's men, and as long as they don't kill innocent civilians, even if anyone knows what they're buying, who would dare to question it?

As long as they don't know the truth.

For the use of the purchased materials, they naturally have an excuse to use for disguise, black witchcraft is not a good thing, but it is definitely a thousand times milder than the truth.

Galanti tossed the bag full of banknotes to the saber-toothed tiger.

The saber-toothed tiger took it, these things were not what they really craved, but he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

According to Sgate, all the money is at his disposal, but he can't get a lot of money to attract trouble, so he plans to save it all, and if something happens, his good boy can get a share of the money.

He put the bag full of banknotes in his arms and instructed his men to unload the goods.

Gailan frowned:

"Didn't the people before tell you that the carriage was left behind. ”

The saber-toothed tiger really didn't know that the vulture's core minions were either killed or hid by them, and the minions knew about their underground dealings.

He didn't explain, just gestured for his men to get out of the carriage.

"The horse is also taken away. Gairanti said.

The men obeyed the instructions, unloaded the reins from the wagon, and dragged their horses out of the castle.

The saber-toothed tiger was a little puzzled as to how the old man could transport these carts of heavy goods to the castle if there were no horses, but he thought about it for a moment and felt that it was better not to delve into the problem.

After the saber-toothed tigers rode away, the old man looked back at the towering minaret.

What is the master doing at the moment?

Black gloves wrapped in beautiful shapes, gently flipping through books about a man.

The only things she could read consisted of sophisticated modern books containing knowledge, ancient manuscripts that told fables, and which she was completely out of reach of young people.

About love, about conspiracy, about justice, about tragedy, these stories are not what she should see, to be precise, as long as it is about people and people, she should not read them.

Her father said that she should not let the imaginations of these inferior people taint her pure soul.

She actually really wanted to read a few books, because she didn't feel that she had anything noble or fundamentally different from others, but when she was young, she didn't have the opportunity to challenge her parents' rules at all, and when she grew up, she gradually got used to it.

I just don't know when it was, and I don't know what the reason is, Hewen's work accidentally slipped in front of her eyes, she just opened the book with a normal attitude, but closed the book with excitement.

Maybe it was someone's mistake, maybe it was a god who hung her down, or maybe it was an irresistible fate to see the book, but in short, a work that didn't meet the requirements was delivered to Veronica, and she was able to see the real world through a hole that was not entirely accurate.

This was the first time she had questions, and the first time she asked her parents to give her other works by Hervendelenge.

The parents were surprised at first, but they did not refuse Veronica's request.

Did they really not refuse? Maybe they tried, but failed.

It seems that it was also from that time that she saw her parents much less, and finally, at the words of her mother, they sent Veronica to Aaron for some political needs.

The girl leaned her back lightly on a velvet pillow and recalled her childhood, when she had to maintain etiquette, but at least she could eat at the same table with her parents, she sat at one end of the long table, and her father sat at the other end of the long table. The mother and brothers sat on either side of the father.

Who was sitting around her, Veronica found herself unable to recall the blurred faces.

There was also Sister Erin and the other maids, and she could remember Sister Erin smiling sweetly and taking her around the garden to hide and seek, and finally the two of them were severely reprimanded by her parents.

Veronica couldn't help but laugh when she thought of this.

The sound of laughter reached the room and into the ears of several servants.

They bow their heads reverently and praise and invoke the mercy of the gods.

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