According to Carlil's previous letters, Angus will leave this morning and meet with Carlil at noon, and if it goes well, he will be able to pick her up before sunset in the evening. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

To be honest, Angus felt a little nervous in his mood, he had no idea why he was like this, he was sitting in the spacious and bright dining room on the first floor, sitting leisurely at one end of the table, enjoying breakfast in the early morning sun before the servants prepared the carriage and all kinds of travel work, and then took some of his own people to pick up his fiancée.

"So what the hell is there to be disturbed," Angus muttered to himself, deserting for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he felt that he had lost interest in the last half bowl of soup.

He threw the silver spoon into the bowl, called the servant to clean up the rest, stretched out his hands and rubbed them vigorously on the sides of his nose, and sorted out his thoughts again to make sure that he did not seem to have missed anything.

"Good morning......

Before Angus could finish his thoughts, he was interrupted by a voice, and he looked up to see the maid who was about to go out with a plate give way, and Morton walked in from outside.

"Good morning," replied Angus, a little surprised to see that Morton had come here alone early in the morning, not knowing what he wanted to do, whether he was still in high spirits to go with him.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm just here to sit" Morton casually pulled away a chair next to Angus and sat down, "If you don't mind, I'll add one more person to the black tea for breakfast." ”

"Of course," replied Angus, smiling, and called out to the maid at the door, "do you hear me, I hope you can move faster." ”

As soon as Morton sat down, he began to look Angus up and down with interest, this action made his heart a little hairy, he subconsciously looked at the collar of his coat, but did not find anything unusual.

"What's wrong? Is there anything I have that deserves your attention today," Angus finally asked out loud.

"I guess you've wondered why I'm visiting early in the morning, don't worry, I'm just thinking about my daughter, I'm old, I wake up in the morning, I can't sleep" Morton is in a good mood, and this may be due to many reasons.

"You can see that something is not natural about you," Moulton added.

"Hmm...... You're right," said Angus, "but I don't think it's because I'm skeeking you to be there, but for some other reason. ”

"Oh? If you don't mind, you can come and hear it."

A maid dressed in a standard black and white maid outfit walked in, holding a plate in her hand, carefully placing a pot of black tea and two cups on the table, pouring tea for the two cups, and then bowed out.

"No...... It's just that I don't feel good," Angus frowned, not knowing for a moment what to say, in fact, he couldn't even figure out what his problem was.

Morton was not in a hurry at all, he smiled and motioned to Angus to pick up the black tea, took a sip gently, held it in his hand, and waited patiently for Angus to come out.

"I don't know, I'm just a little uneasy" Angus put down the teacup, the small cup was just a mouthful of capacity, he drank it clean in a few strokes, and poured it again himself.

"Uneasy?" Morton raised his eyebrows: "What is there to be disturbed. ”

"Probably because something is about to happen that could affect the success or failure, so I'm a little indecisive about the future for the time being."

Morton was silent for a moment, Angus said vaguely, which only made Morton vaguely aware, but it was not enough.

"What strange rumors have you heard?" Morton asked, his tone slightly more serious than before.

"No, there has been nothing lately, no conflicts, no peace talks, everyone is resting" Angus shook his head.

Morton looked at him and said with a long sigh of relief, "You kid...... It's all up to this, what are you still confused about. ”

There is a bit of hatred between the eyebrows, and the smell of iron is not steel.

"Well, maybe, I mean maybe, we've overlooked something, maybe the Lord and the faction aren't as simple as we thought?" Angus himself was not sure, he felt that he had managed to express something wrong, but it was only part of his own uneasiness.

"Come on!" Morton snorted coldly: "This is the first time I have talked about it, if they had brains, they wouldn't have made such a stupid decision, what else do you expect them to do?" What kind of conspiracy is being planned against the two united aristocratic forces in his own country at this juncture? No, if they had the brains to plot a conspiracy, they would have seen the situation a long time ago, instead of dragging themselves into the abyss like they are now. ”

Just listening to the tone of these words, one can feel the deep disdain in them.

"Hmm...... All right. Angus hesitated, unable to refute it, after all, he actually held a basic consensus, he still had concerns, not any objection to Moulton's attitude.

"It's very simple!" Morton glanced at Angus with slanted eyes, the little hesitation in the other party's expression was clearly seen by him, and the attitude that was not completely done to this day made Morton slightly dissatisfied, he paused for a moment, and continued: "To explain in a few words, that is, in the future, we have a powerful enemy who wants to set off a war all over the world, and we are one of the prey on their list, even if we are not as strong as them now, but we can only do our best to fight for our lives, otherwise, we will die." ”

and he shall die.

Moulton's eyes clearly conveyed this meaning, and although his tone was a little impatient, his attitude was very, very clear.

"I know, I know ......" Angus shook his head with a wry smile: "No one is interested in stopping and negotiating with the cake on their plate, there is nothing that fascinates a king more than conquering the city and incorporating the world into his own country, the new ruler will not let go of the nobles and elders of the previous dynasty, all we can do is to get rid of the cake identity and gain enough strength to survive." ”

After Angus finished speaking, Morton stared at him for a long time with a teaglass, the small notebook in his hand slowly turned around at his fingertips, and the cup of tea was even cold by him playing with it.

"It's good to understand," Morton finally said, taking a sip of the herbal tea: "It's always like that, when someone is working hard for victory, there will always be his stupid teammates who want to give it away. ”

Angus nodded slowly, agreeing with Moulton's statement, he no longer wanted to continue to dwell on this topic, and simply drank his tea silently and did not say anything more.

The silence didn't last long, and as Molton poured himself some tea again, Angus asked another question.

"What reason do you have to believe that Karil will be your helper when she returns?"

Morton glanced at him, and as soon as he put away the teapot in his hand, he just poured a cup and did not miss it.

"What reason do I have not to trust her?"

"You see, the Assassin League and the Holy See of Light are not small forces...... Angus wanted to continue, but was directly interrupted by Moulton at this point.

"That's enough" Moulton pointed at Angus "You're worrying too much about what you shouldn't be worried about, pull your attention back, it's good for each of us, do you hear?"

Angus paused for a moment, then nodded slightly and replied, "Okay, I see." ”

It could be seen that Morton was a little angry, and this question was a little angry, and Angus did not dare to pursue it, so he had to hide another factor of uneasiness in his heart for the time being.

"You haven't watched her grow up, you're not your daughter, you won't know exactly what kind of person she is," Morton said lightly, not too concerned.

But this was just a façade, and Angus knew very well that this reaction meant that Morton cared about it. But he still wants to ask clearly, which may be related to the development of many, many things in the future.

"Is that all......" he asked cautiously, in a questioning tone, wanting Morton to say something more.

This made Morton laugh a little, he looked Angus in the eye, and asked, "Tell me, if she doesn't come back now to help her family, then what is she coming back for?" ”

The tone of the rhetorical question did not mean that Angus wanted to answer, and Angus continued to listen truthfully, waiting for Morton to say the following.

"If she doesn't consider the possibility of returning home, then she should simply use the power of the Assassin League or the Holy See of Light to hide, at least protect herself first, or radically consider taking the two forces to Sunderland, maybe she can be lucky and have some success. So when you come back at this time, if you don't choose to help, what else do you want to do? This place, there is no use value worth her returning. Morton sighed and continued, "It's impossible for her not to know about the future war, the traders and mercenaries with a keen sense of smell have already begun to pay attention to the friction between Sunderland and the surrounding area, and even our trade exchanges with Sunderland have been affected, and she can reach a consensus with the Assassin League and the Church of Light - although I don't know how she did it, I believe that it is impossible for these two organizations to be blind and suddenly choose to unite with an ignorant little girl." ”

After a pause, Morton finally added: "In short, she rushed back to Skaloa after uniting several forces, except for returning to Andris to consolidate forces and form an alliance, there is no other valuable option, no other meaningful approach, at least, I believe that there is no deep hatred between me and my daughter, and there is no conflict of interest, and she will not come back to make trouble for her family." ”

Coming back to find trouble?

It's not a small trouble now! What are you doing here? Are you causing trouble for yourself?

"Well, I'm probably overthinking, I'm very sorry."

Angus straightened his collar and bowed to Moulton.

As a result, Morton sighed again, ignored his movements, and said to himself, "Don't you understand? If I can't even trust my daughter now, then what else can I strive for in the future? It is better to die as soon as possible, lest you see with your own eyes a river of blood flowing here in the future......"

Even my daughter can no longer be trusted, so what is the best effort!

Morton slammed his teacup on the table, and fell into an eerie silence.

There was a slight stiffness in the atmosphere, which made Angus realize that he had asked a very unwise question. Fortunately, a maid knocked on the door and came in, and respectfully told Angus that his carriage was ready and ready to go, and broke the deadlock.

"I understand, I'm sorry, I promise not to ask these kinds of questions again, I think, it's time for me to meet this fiancée who I almost don't know, and it's a pleasure to have this conversation with you."

Angus stood up, smiling as he spoke, while Morton remained seated, unresponsive.

"Then without further ado, let me be out of company first."

He bowed slightly and walked out of the restaurant calmly. (To be continued.) )