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"What's wrong with you?" asked Aubrey with concern, his sister.

"I have a question that I'm really curious about - what do you think of Ingrid's disappearance?" Fitney asked, sitting upright, in a very casual tone.

Ingrid didn't know what Fitney was thinking, and Aubrey said, "She said she came back from that legendary place -- but you know, a lot of that stuff was ...... from storybooks."

"Oh, so do you believe the story?" said Fitney.

"Of course I believe her. Aubrey's words made Ingrid's eyes red, and she buried her face in her hands unconfidently, her shoulders trembled, and Barrett felt a little overwhelmed when she saw her sister's sudden crying, but at last he walked out and went to pull Ingrid's sleeve.

"I've heard that your father has been taken away, haven't I?" said Fitney again.

The expression on Aubrey's face stiffened a little, and he nodded after a long time.

"Don't you think your father should be released?"

"What's the use......" Aubrey glanced worriedly at his mother's room, and this tone of helplessness revealed a lot of subtle information—he didn't seem to think that his father was innocent.

"Oh, then, it seems that Mr. Aubrey feels that his father is to blame, and worries about other things—if, I say if," Fitney emphasized, "if your father is arrested and does not confess his guilt, the nobles may want to take everything from this family, and what is left of this family?"

"Please don't say any more. Aubrey's face turned iron. It is conceivable that without Fitney's emphasis, he might have jumped at this point.

Of course, taking the rest of the family and selling them as slaves - these things were common in the kingdom of Luther, after all, these people were caused by debts, and they did not deserve sympathy, especially since such slaves were cheaper than other slaves.

Barrett couldn't understand Fitney's words, he just felt his sister's shoulders shake more often - out of fear.

Fitney was right about Aubrey's scruples - this proves that what he and Fitney said about believing Ingrid was not false.

"Ingrid is my friend, so I'm not going to let that happen. Ingrid looked up sharply, and she looked at Phytney with teary eyes—she knew that Fitney was not one to make easy promises, and that there was nothing she could not do in her knowledge that she had said.

Aubrey's face became complicated - although this girl had a noble and mysterious temperament that did not fit with them, she was only a little girl after all - and when he thought it was all a joke, he found that he knew it very well, and his stubborn and serious sister looked at her with hope in her eyes.

So Aubrey hesitated.

"yes, I can stop this thing that is very likely to be discovered. Fitney said it again, proving that she wasn't joking, "but I need a pay." ”

"What do you need?" said Aubrey quickly.

"You. "You must have done some private work for some people, or else how can you squander your father by relying on the income from the land?" and here you are the only person of value, so I need you to do something that you can do in exchange—of course, to be able to do it, and it may take you to work hard to do it." ”

"Lornay?" said Ingrid looked at Fitney in surprise.

"If you can do it, of course I think I can agree to this condition, not just one thing, ten things. Aubrey said.

The corners of her mouth curled, and the smile was not sure whether it was out of joy or disdain, but it showed that she had changed her mind about this Aubrey Lilai at this time.

"But how?" said Aubrey again. It seems that he really feels that there is no way out.

Fitney did not answer him immediately. Standing up, she slowly pulled a knife out of her pocket—the gleaming blade of the knife was held by Fitney's backhand, and then they saw that she had one hand on her long white-gold hair, and the other hand on the back of her neck, and with a skillful and quick movement, her long hair had been torn off—Ingrid exclaimed.

"Well, friends, it's time to work hard again. Fitney said.

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Colendt Breelang, the youngest son of Viscount Brieland, had a hobby of travelling - as known to those who knew him. Korente felt that he was particularly fond of the Shevrin Territory, and as a result, he had a good relationship with some of the people in the Shevrin Territory.

Alien's hobbies were in fact quite common—which of the rich young sons was willing to keep himself in his own domain? Not to mention the fact that Colone had no inheritance, and he had to take money out of his father's pocket, and it was best for him to travel throughout the kingdom of Luther before his father, Viscount Brierang, died, so that he would not have to face the questions of his brothers every time he asked for money.

The Lord's House in Herrington has long since been in name only, and since the king has no explicit order, the nearby families will sometimes come here for a while when they are bored - it is a mansion with amazing works of art, after all.

It just so happened that Collent had a good relationship with one of the families, and they said that this was the best time to come and live—and as the friend had said, the furnishings were still the same as they had been six years ago, and it was a place that suited his tastes.

So half a month after he came here, he couldn't wait to hold a party and invite the surrounding nobles to attend.

You must know that the Trek Moon is full of commoners, and the days of the nobles will not change much every day.

On this evening, the invited nobles came from different places in their carriages—Corente was delighted, and he combed his pale blonde hair smooth, and wore a well-cut and well-designed blue suit—in fact, he was rather funny, with the black bow pinned to the neckline.

He stood in the hall of the mansion, 145 Don Rog Street, in the simple, but in fact imposing, furnishings of the paintings, behind which the painting behind Corrente was a famous work from hundreds of years ago - it was incredible that it could not be taken away in the midst of war.

"Welcome!" "Welcome!" said Korent, shaking hands with everyone who came, about six or seven of them, many of whom were acquaintances, or only acquaintances, and the faces of their servants, "Oh, Bazel!

The nobleman named Bazel also combed his hair shiny, but his temperament did not look as confident as that of Korent: "Oh my friend, it makes me so happy to see you!"

"Where's Lawler? Isn't he with you a lot?"

"He's so pathetic! His horse was stolen by damn thieves!"

"That's pitiful, go sit down first—it seems my friends love me! Collent only said a word about Lawler, and then continued to greet them with a smile, "It's a pity that there are no new friends, and the nobles don't like to make friends now?"

"Evan of House Freton has arrived!" just then, Collent heard an unfamiliar name.