Chapter 437: Magic, Truth, and Ironia (2)

That person is being "broken down".

The body gradually dissolves into a point of light and escapes.

Without warning.

Fitney looked at this scene with a complicated expression, and everyone's attention was also attracted by such a picture, most of them did not know why, but they were terrified of such a picture in the depths of their souls, and they could no longer continue the action they had just made.

Fitney looked up and felt the sun's light shining brightly—no...... It's not just the rays of the sun.

"Hannibal!" she exclaimed.

A silver arrow is galloping towards Hannibal!

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"You have to remember that you are the best heir to the House of Uzrid. His ears rang with the words that his mother would say almost every day before she died.

The young Boris Uzild did not live in the Uzild family's mansion, and in retrospect it was a somewhat dark, small room. His mother never let him leave that room, so he could only look out of the shabby, tiny window, and the so-called "outside" was just an alley, and that was the whole world.

It was still a time of life with his mother, but his mother was much busier than he was—going out in the evening and returning late at night, with a fragrance that he didn't like when he was a young man—in fact, not only those scents, but also his mother that he didn't like.

In his heart, it seemed that in the body of that gorgeous-looking woman, there lived two people, one who lived when the sun rose and the other who appeared when the sun set.

Many people thought that he didn't remember these childhood things, and even his mother thought so, but he remembered a lot of key parts, but he just didn't want to tell people, not to mention, he really didn't remember many details.

The conversion was at a certain age, with the first time he left that room and got into a carriage for the first time.

He was sent to the Uzild family mansion and stayed.

The mother, dressed in a brightly colored and embroidered dress, pulled him before a man and said, "This is your father, the Count of Uzld—you are his only heir." ”

Then, he began to be placed in a variety of classes, throwing himself into classes that he couldn't find a reason to study and couldn't find a reason to refuse.

From now on, he was able to live in a large room, even if it was still restrictive, but with a much better environment than before.

Her mother is no longer "two people", she smiles gently at herself, and although her demeanor is different, she is still her mother.

The first time he heard of "Letta Uzild" was one day when he happened to hear a servant say that there was once a young lady here who was his sister.

It's called Letta Uzld.

"Boris, my son - remember my words, you don't have a sister, that's just your father's mistake, she is not allowed to exist - if she were alive, then she would surely kill everyone. The mother heard her inquiry, hesitated for a moment, and then told him.

His mother also told him that his half-sister had killed her biological mother, but that her biological mother was not a good person, and that if it weren't for her ostracism, neither he nor his mother would have been exiled.

He didn't believe it, for in some rooms he saw standing beside Count Uzild, not his mother and him, two men he didn't know, who didn't seem as unforgivable as she had said, but he felt a sense of peace in the face of the little girl, his sister.

The servant who had said these things unintentionally was also gone, and he went to inquire later—and the result was that the servant had suddenly become seriously ill.

He never had a chance to investigate the interrupted clues, so he finally chose to forget about these things - day by day he went through the training required to be an heir, unconditionally agreed with what his mother said, and then, when the Count of Uzaid died, his mother died, and he inherited the title.

Once again the name of Letta was heard from the mouths of other nobles.

As the magician Letta.

How could he question the lie? It's just that at that time he won't try to prove it anymore - as his mother said, he is the heir of the Uzird family, and he must protect his own interests and his family's interests in every word and deed.

Letta Uzild, it can't exist.

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Boris sat on the couch and watched as the windy woman walked in through the door with a handbag in her hand, her head held high, not glancing at the people around her.

Even though she was kicked out of the aristocratic world many years ago, whether it was her movements or expressions, she still carried the nobility and elegance that the nobility had.

Letta stopped not far in front of him.

This was actually the first time they had met.

Boris was very repulsive to the outside world, but when he actually saw this woman, he suddenly did not know what to say.

In fact, it is the real heir of the Uzild family.

"It seems you've heard something about your mother's practices. Letta stared at Boris for a moment and said.

Boris was stunned for a moment, and then there was a hint of anger in his tone: "Do you think I'm a stupid person?"

"You're not fit for this. Letetta told the truth.

Letta's straightforward personality has long been accustomed to the people of Starlight or Willonton, but this is very surprising in Boris's eyes.

In his opinion, this is a person who has come to "collect debts".

Even if you don't kill him, you'll do everything you can to embarrass him.

But when she said, "You're not suitable for this," there was a hint of sincerity in her tone.

"What the hell are you here for?" Boris couldn't help but say, "If I'm not suitable, will you?"

Does she want to reclaim the Count's position?

"I have no interest in knighthood, or you wouldn't have been in this position so well, but you are not suitable, and if you have to say the right thing, your mother is more suitable than my father. With that, Letta opened her handbag and took the same things from it, first a small glass bottle filled with bright red liquid, "Your mother poisoned my poor mother with it, and she did the same thing with your father. ”

"You ......," Boris's eyes widened.

"This is the file from that year, which I brought with me from Dryden," Letetta pulled out another file, "recording your mother's identity records, the death certificate and examination report of the year, and the proof of the modification of the inheritance of the property......

Boris was shocked by what was in front of him.

What the hell is she trying to do?!

"You didn't know about it at first, but that doesn't mean you didn't know about it later. Leteta placed both things on the table in front of Boris, his voice still calm.