The moon of the trek came, and such a day made no difference in Dryden, except for a few months of dark nights. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the palace, Misse waited in his study for someone to be called, and in the process he occasionally read letters and books.

A letter from Shevrin's domain rests on his desk.

When he received the letter, he was in a trance for a moment.

Since Fitney left Shevrin territory, what had happened in Dryden had become much more "normal" - something had apparently become irreparable.

He opened the letter, a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Your Majesty. Just as he had finished reading the letter, a knock at the door woke him from his thoughts—and he answered.

Clifford walked in through the door - after the death of Dahl Morgan, he took over as director of the Hilton Investigative Agency, but the job was no different from what it had been in the past.

As a result of the reduction in the number of Hilton Investigators, most of the work that had been regularly assigned to the Hilton Investigators has been abolished.

However, Misse still trusts Corifo very much.

"How are you doing these days?" said Misse, taking a sip of his coffee, as Coriford walked in.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, it's about the same as usual, it's good. Corifo said.

"I've heard you've been packing up your property these days - did you think I wanted you out. Misse smiled.

"I've been nesting for a long time and it's time to do something. There was no dissatisfaction in Coriford's reply, "Does Your Majesty want me to go to Tecairoland?"

Misse did not speak immediately.

He seemed to be contemplating some possibility—Corifo didn't rush Misse, and sat quietly, his eyes resting on the vase on the table, staring at the pattern on it.

"Something else, last night the Duke of Wizdem wrote me a letter. After a period of silence, Misse said.

Corifo looked up and met Misse's eyes.

The Wezdem family had been silent for a long time, and no matter what had happened before, Corifo couldn't tell where Duke Wizdem was standing.

"He wants to borrow some of the 'Dryden Shield'. Misse said.

"What?!" Corifo froze in a rare gaffe, his hand touching the vase in place.

The Shield of Dryden is an army, an army of magicians who belong only to House Midrus - they are only sent by the royal family, and they are an army that will never be used unless they are in special stages.

Even if it's only partially lent, but ......

"Your Majesty, with all due respect, Lord Duke Wizdem, have you given your reasons?" asked Coreyford, after a pause.

"'Out of a plea that cannot be spoken.'" Misse said.

Corifo and Misse's expressions were the same, and they both sensed that something was strange about this.

The Duke of Wizdem was not a man to write his case with a "plea", especially if he wanted to borrow part of such an army.

Sounds ridiculous.

"Moreover, I have received another letter from Count Shavrin......" Misse continued.

Corifo was stunned.

At first, he thought that Fitney was trying to make a reasonable request for the Duke of Wizdem, but he knew the girl's past, and knew that her conflict with the Wizdem family was greater than reconciliation.

"She wrote to me to be wary of the Duke of Wizdem because of some of the Wizdem family's religious past. Misse said—those words complicated Chriveford's expression a little, "I'm thinking about who I should trust." ”

"I want to ...... His Majesty already has his own answer. ”

"House of Wizdem - I had relied heavily on the Duke, but after my father's death, he was indifferent, and I begged him to help me find some results, but he refused. "No one believes that King Andrew died of illness because he has been holding out for so long and will not ...... easily"

Corifo didn't speak.

"I have rejected the Duke of Wizdem, but I would like to know why Fitney did it? Misse said slowly.

"She had been evicted, and her father was probably the one who did it. Corifo was silent for a moment before speaking.

"That's a very good reason. Misse nodded.

Corifo felt that Misse was a little different from before, Misse used to be a person who had a positive attitude no matter what happened, whether it was happy, sad or angry, he would show those expressions clearly.

But now he suddenly found that he didn't know how to judge Misse's mood.

When did he change, after the canonization ceremony of Fitney?

"Well, these things, you know just that—the next thing for you to do is simple. Misse waved his hand, "Take a trip to the Duchy of Ansentier." ”

There was a moment of surprise in Corifor's eyes.

"I thought about what had happened before. There is no point in investigating the Holy See now," said Missé, "help me to investigate, what Daisy is doing in the Duchy of Ansendil, is she really going to marry...... No, it was Eddard, did he really want to marry her? or what else did he have in mind? ”

"Are you doubting Ed?" Coriif felt his voice tremble for a moment.

Corifo was afraid of Ed Ansendeer.

But now he was not surprised by this fear, but because Miser was going to start with Eddard—didn't he think Ed was a powerful ally to Luther's kingdom?

"I didn't suspect Ed, the person I suspected was Daisy. "It's not important, just help me investigate what she's doing." ”

Cory Fu paused, then nodded, "So, as you wish." ”

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Havag collar.

Aldrich Wizdem had been resting at home for some time, and during that time he had not seen any other nobles, and the change in routine surprised some of the older servants.

At this time, for example, he should have had dinner with the other nobles of the realm and talked about the recent situation, but now he sat in the family's flowerroom, and fell asleep while reading a book—so much so that when Feige brought dinner over, he was in a state of embarrassment for a moment.

But Aldrich soon woke up.

"Sir. Feige said immediately, pushing the food cart over and bringing the food out for him.

"Feige, when did you send that letter. Aldrich glanced at Feige.

Feige's hands trembled.

"Sir, I don't understand ......"

"You're exposing something important. Misse will soon notice this. Aldrich's voice grew cold.

"But, sir...... Those things...... It's really against ......"

"The House of Wizdem was never supposed to be a vassal of House Middlerus. ”