"So...... Sounds terrible. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" sighed closely after what Fitney said, with some pity for Fitney.

Fitney paused, not saying much more.

She just suddenly felt a little emotional, that's all.

"It's a special day. Fitney remembered why.

"Huh?" the voice sighed as Fitney mentioned this, "You are indeed a man with a past!"

Fitney paused: "Today is my father's birthday. ”

"Sounds like a man with a legendary experience. ”

Fitnair did not know why Radiance had come to such a conclusion, and at first did not intend to continue, but her gaze fell on a thin girl walking down the street, her face yellow and haggard.

"He was a legend indeed, but he never called himself the 'Duke of Wizdem'. Fitney said.

"What does that mean?"

"It means that he only has the business of the Wizdem family in his heart, and he is an elite cultivated as the 'sword of the family'. ”

Fitney's evaluation of his father is almost harsh, and it is unbelievable to evaluate her father like this from the perspective of a daughter.

However, the summoner of Fettnay did not express surprise, as it did not feel anything to surprise it.

"Let's get started. Fitney's gaze finally turned away from the girl, and she whispered.

"As you wish, my master, because I like those things of light, you who summoned me, may be able to obtain such proof......" said the light, "not a person, not a thing, but merely as a kind of intention, and therefore as a 'seeker.'" ”

The light gradually faded from the sky, a light that one would not perceive, and it spread gently and slowly, gradually enveloping the whole city.

"Found it...... This. Radiance smiled.

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Bang!

The sound of a heavy object falling caused him to wake up in the dark, and with it was a feeling of weakness in his limbs, which had been going on for almost a month.

Over here...... Ah, remembered.

Damn it......

Why...... The inexplicable reason has puzzled him until now.

Damn it......

When he remembered everything, he felt only that his sore limbs were more weak, and he continued on to this cold, simple bed—a cold and cramped room, and when he closed his eyes, he could hear the sound of water dripping on the cold floor. Cold, monotonous, and can only give disappointment and despair.

However, there is little hope when you open your eyes.

So he closed his eyes again.

"The guy who was locked up...... Elliot...... How is he?" However, after closing his eyes, he heard another voice.

He, Elliott, frowned, but didn't open his eyes.

"He, as usual, doesn't seem to have any intention of escaping. ”

"Watch him closely, Madame has said that he has something to do with the crux of the prophecy, and if he is allowed to escape and find Fitney, the consequences will be unimaginable. ”

"Escape? Can he escape? I don't think he has any mind right now—wasn't he kicked out by Fitney?"

"Who knows?"

"Fitney Freyton...... She was afraid that she would have to be busy with her own affairs—and soon she would not even be able to take care of herself. ”

The voice of the conversation grew quieter, and when the voice finally died down, Elliot suddenly opened his eyes—his eyes wide open, and there was a dazed taste in his eyes.

Count of Shevrin ...... Didn't she become queen......?

The most crucial part is...... Something will happen in the near future, and Fitney will be involved, and listening to their tone, it still seems to be a very dangerous thing. Especially - prophecy.

Elliot knew who had captured him—he had been hunted down in Aesop for offending Lady Gabriel—and he had thought he had been captured and imprisoned by the vengeful Lady Gabriel, but that conversation had ......

Mrs. Gabriel wanted to seize herself not because of old grudges, but because of ...... Because of Fitney?

What the hell is going on? Or are you worried that he's going to get it out?

Elliot thinks that the only thing she can get noticed is the Aberg bloodline. But he was not his sister Tashapol, who really possessed the power of prophecy - though he was apparently only threatening because he knew about the Abbergs.

There are many kinds of prophecies, and not all prophecies are related to the Abogs, but only the prophecies of the Abogs can cause such great power.

Even at this point, it is not clear how far this power can reach.

But...... Elliott gritted her teeth.

He's going to get out.

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Most nobles would own multiple properties in their domain, and it was not uncommon for servants to take care of the house but not return to the mansion often.

The servants who were in charge of the mansion basically did not know the whereabouts of the owner, so it was difficult for the servants to do anything when the owner of the house died in an accident or deliberately did not manage the property.

Until the next master or the person who takes them over, they are left to support themselves - there is money that will keep them alive, and if they don't get it for a long time, they will realize what is going on and run away after that - no one will care where they belong anyway.

But there are some servants who are exceptions.

For a variety of reasons.

The skinny girl returned to a house that looked as plain as any other dwelling, her face was a little yellow from chronic malnutrition, and her eyes were not bright.

When she walked in the door, her hand fell unconsciously, and as it fell, it gently slammed against the door with a soft sound—she lowered her eyes slightly, looking at her hands, and her flat eyes made people think that they did not belong to her.

Right now......

It seems that it can't hold it anymore?

This sentence flashed in her heart, and the picture in front of her gradually "dimmed".

Darkness engulfed her, but she felt no different than usual.

Wrong...... Something is different.

It was as if her name had been called—and she felt the man holding her.

Who is it?

There are no answers - nothing but unspeakable nothingness.

"Is it really hard, abandoned girl?"

"Apparently ...... I'm hungry. ”

"Why don't you run away?"

"There is nowhere to go. ”

Fragmented sounds drained through the ears, they were light and shallow, and it was difficult to make any impression in the heart of a person who was about to pass out.