Things were not so good at this time in Tashapol. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ingrid had been by Katerana's side, and she kept an eye on the woman, fearing that she would not be able to think of it in her extreme grief - but Ingrid herself was not in much better shape.

She, like the other servants in Tashapol, looked like her face had frozen.

They didn't even know where the two men were.

"I'll go find ......" Sturya, who had been sitting in her chair, looking calm but actually - Ingrid saw that her eyes were bloodshot - and she suddenly stood up, apparently unable to sit still.

After the "death" of Greid, Tashapol was much worse than before, and Sturja simply could not find anyone who could help with this.

During this time, Martha made them some food - but none of them were in the mood for it. It can be said that now they feel that they are just waiting for "bad news" at this time.

It is terrible to be in such a state of not believing that there is hope, but having little hope because you can't see the real outcome.

What Stuart wanted to do wasn't even necessary in Ingrid's opinion.

"Lord Count Shevrin!" they heard a loud voice coming from outside.

Sturya frowned: "How could it be ......"

Hearing this, Carterana's dull expression flashed with a complicated brilliance, and Ingrid couldn't help but look like her, but she shook her head.

"It must be Bazel...... That damn voice and that cocky attitude. Martha sighed, even a person like her didn't have a good attitude towards Bazel, which showed that this was really not a person to love.

Shouting can be rude, but those who know this Mr. Bazel know that he was originally a rough farmer, and that he was dissatisfied with both his personality and behavior.

Sturja sighed, stood up, and straightened the hem of her clothes briefly, her steps light at first, and then seemed to walk out of the room more normally—they had changed the room they had been in at first, the first building in which Tashapol had been introduced.

So Sturya only had to open the door to see the downstairs hall from this second-floor room - the door was pushed open, and there was a middle-aged man with a smug smile on his face, and when he saw him, Sturya said, "Mr. Bazel." Pls is there anything going on. ”

"Sturya, long time no see!" Bazel smiled, touching his hair and looking around, "Where's Count Shevrin!"

"Mademoiselle is still resting. Sturya's reply was cold and dry, and then she saw a man taller than Bazel walk in—another frustrating man named Fergil.

"Rest, hah! I've heard that Mr. Greider often gets up before dawn, can such a man really think of us!" said Bazel.

Sturja frowned, "Mr. Bazel is a little too harsh, isn't he?"

"I'm harsh, Stuart, you've changed, is there something secret about this countess that would make you defend her so much?" Bazel sensed something, and pronounced the word "Miss" a little more emphatically.

Sturya's brow furrowed even deeper.

"A lot of people want to know what kind of lord this is—it's hard for me to work for everyone. Bazel said, then his gold-ringed hands beckoned back, "Ankota! Come in!"

"Mr. Bazel...... You?!" Hearing the name, Sturya's pupils shrank, "You're going too far, aren't you?!"

"What's wrong with me?" Bazel said with a kind look and a tone of voice, expressing his grievances, "I'm for the good of that lord, and now that so many people want to know if she's up to the job, I'll have to let Ankota tell the others about her." ”

"Mademoiselle de Countess Shavrin doesn't know about Mr. Ankota, does she?" said Fergil.

"Oh, that's terrible, there's nothing ...... a lord like her in that case," Bazel said, grinning.

Ankota walked in at this moment, he was a man with a flat expression, and in the crowd, it was easy to ignore him.

"Ankota is Shevrin's 'Chancellor of Shevrin', he should know all these things, right?" Bazel laughed enough, and added, "Get Miss Countess Shavrin up!

Sturja trembled with anger, of course she knew what Bazel was here for.

Chancellor Shavrin was a position that emerged after the Battle of Shevrin and was initially uncertain, set by Monsieur Rond and Monsieur Lawler, a man who magically connected all the nobles of the whole of Shavrin - this man did not belong to any one nobleman, but only took on this job.

Obviously, Bazel was trying to catch Fitney off guard when he wasn't used to it.

After all, it was rumored outside that Fitney had a special relationship with King Misse, and that her coming here as a lord was just a whim of someone and would have no effect.

In the midst of all these rumors, it is not surprising that Bazel came up with the idea of "bringing Count Chaffrin to its knees".

If he could, he might be able to hand over all the power to Bazel, a girl who was "originally not interested in management".

You know, Bazel was not a simple nobleman, greedy and clever—the traditional nobles would not like him as a commoner, and in such a situation, those who confronted him would despise him and think that it would be good to give him power.

In short, it's a conspiracy.

Ankota, for her part, will do her best to document all this.

To add insult to injury, Fitney is missing.

Sturja didn't know what to do to stop this.

"What are you doing in a daze? My dear Stuartha, I have other things to do! My son will be looking for his fiancée in a moment, you know, that Carterana, daughter of poor and respectable Mr. Lawler......" Bazel was babbling again.

"What are you talking about?!" Ingrid's voice came from above, and they looked over to see Ingrid holding the pale-faced Carterana.

Katerana had barely stood still when she heard this, and if it hadn't been for Ingrid holding her, she would have fallen to the ground.

"Oh, it's Katerana! So you're here too!" Bazel's voice was full of surprise.

Bazel didn't mention Ingrid, but in fact, when he saw the two men come out, there was a hint of ferocity in his eyes.