But when Bishop Clayter's carriage turned the corner and disappeared from sight, the smile on Atro's face instantly retracted, replaced with a look of disgust, and said: "Greedy thing, if you don't have the ability to fight with me here, it's just a blood-sucking leech." ”

Without hesitation, Atro turned away, as if it would be an ordeal to stay in the place where Bishop Clayter's carriage had been.

Atro hurried back to the muse's room, facing the muse who was unconscious on the bed, and became sad again: "My poor little muse, it's all my fault that I didn't notice for a while, and you fell for the plot......"

At this time, Atro took off his "mask" to face outsiders and sincerely showed his father's concern for his son.

Very helpless, but Atro could only tell the muse's personal maid to take good care of the muse. And he put on the "mask" again, and became the calm and shrewd Viscount.

Atro knew that he must not show even the slightest weakness outside, otherwise those hostile forces that eat people and do not spit out bones will be like the most vicious wolves, swallowing up their own family to nothing.

And all this has nothing to do with the storm that is now forming.

Talos, the god of storms, had no intention of caring about these mortal intrigues and grudges, he just took it upon himself to vent his never-ending anger with a great storm.

Boom boom boom, violent lightning streaked through the dark clouds from time to time, and the wind accompanied by bean-sized raindrops hit the sea and the ground, showing amazing power.

Under this, people are not much different from other animals, and they can only huddle in their homes and shiver, waiting for the storm to end.

The storm grew more and more violent, and dense lightning streaked through the clouds. Ball lightning also continued to appear in the center of this cloud, constantly exploding and recondensing. In the end, it converged into a huge ball of lightning, and the terrifying energy made a legendary professional look even more pale.

Suddenly, a silver-white point of light appeared here out of nothing, and this huge ball of lightning disappeared in an instant as if it had encountered a bottomless pit.

Immediately afterwards, a dark golden crystal was "spit out" by this silver-white point of light, and was quietly suspended in the air. And this silvery-white point of light disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, this dark golden crystal disappeared in a flash.

At this time, the storm that raged for most of the night gradually dissipated.

In the muse's room, the personal maid was wiping the muse's body with a warm wet towel and a red face.

Suddenly, the soft glowing spell lamp in the room seemed to have something wrong, and the lights became on/off. Finally, with a whoosh, the spell lamp went out. The room went dark.

The maid was intently wiping it, but the sudden darkness frightened her. She threw away the towel in her hand at once, squatted down with her head in her hands, and shivered.

And this sudden situation frightened her a lot, and at the same time, it also made her miss the scene of the dark golden crystal that flashed in the room. And this dark golden crystal only stayed in this room for a moment, and then it shot into the eyebrows of the muse lying on the bed.

It can be seen that a layer of hidden haze emerged, blocking the entry of this dark gold crystal, but it was pierced by this dark gold crystal and turned into nothing.

At this time, perhaps the maid remembered her duty. Frightened at first, she quickly relented, fumbling for the spare candlestick on the table and lighting the long-burning, smokeless blubber candle on it.

Soon, the room was illuminated again by the silently burning blubber candles.

The maid immediately confirmed the condition of the muse lying on the bed. When she realized that nothing had happened to the muse, she breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a towel and washed it off in a plate filled with warm water on the side, and continued to wipe the muse's body.

When all was done, the maid let the plate out of the room and waited for the other servants to clean it up. And he stood by the muse's bed again, waiting to report the sudden situation to Viscount Atro.

Soon, Atro reappeared in the muse's room. He asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"

"Sorry, sorry, sir, I don't know. When I was wiping the body of the young muse, the spell lamp suddenly went out, so I lit the blubber candle and continued to wipe the body of the young muse. The maid knew that she was in a very bad situation, and she trembled, and of course she concealed what she had been frightened at first.

Atro could see that he was not satisfied with this explanation, and the anger on his face quickly piled up, and it seemed that he was about to explode into a roar and give the maid a whip.

At this moment, a faint moan of "woo~" suddenly appeared.

"Huh!?" Atro instantly put the punishment he wanted to punish the maid behind him, and he looked at the muse lying on the bed.

And the muse, whose eyes were originally closed, opened a tiny crack, and unconsciously murmured: "Water~"

"Hear me! Hurry up and get some water to feed the Muse!" Atro shouted in surprise, "What are you doing here!"

"Well, yes!" the maid apparently hadn't first woken up from the unreality of having escaped the scourge, but she replied quickly.

She crossed Atro, quickly brought a bowl full of warm water and a spoon from outside, knelt beside the bed, and fed the warm water to the muse.

Atro was overjoyed as he looked at the muse, who was able to drink water as he reacted. After all, during the days when the muse was in a coma, he relied on asking the priest to perform the healing of the holy light to maintain his physical functions, but he didn't eat even a little bit.

He shouted, "Butler of Tellar, Steward of Tellar, hurry up and ask Bishop Claire to come." My little muse is finally responding!"

Butler Tlal, who was standing outside the door, stepped into the room and said in surprise: "Young Master Muse really has a reaction!? That's great, I'm really worried about the dead old man these days!"

But he quickly grimaced again: "My lord, it's a storm outside, I'm afraid those priests of the Holy Light God will definitely not want to go out at this time." ”

"Also, it's my concern that messes up. Anyway, it's great that the little muse is showing signs of improvement. Steward of Tellar, you command to go down and add food to the servants to-night. Atro laughed, and could tell he was very happy.

"Thank you for your kindness, and I will go and command the people below now. Butler Tral bowed slightly before turning to leave.

Soon, cheers and thanks were faintly heard from all over the mansion: "Thank you, Lord Viscount, for your kindness." ”

"Take good care of the muse, go to the kitchen and prepare some hot porridge, and if the muse wakes up and wants to eat, send it to him as soon as possible. The greatest apprehension in his heart showed signs of being resolved, and Atro was once again the calm, shrewd Viscount, and seemed to be reinvigorated, he commanded aloud.

"Understood! The maid hurriedly answered.

Atro nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave.