Chapter 134: Retrospective

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"The final plan is about to be launched."

"When?"

"When Sally leaves the royal capital and arrives at the front."

……

After a careful discussion with Sretl about the final details of the plan, Lotlyn hurriedly said goodbye, perhaps because the smell of the bottle of "Flame Volcano" was so strong that he even stumbled a little as he left.

He's busy because he still has a lot of things to take care of.

There was already a backlog of affairs during the time he left the royal capital, and when the plan came to an end, this critical time was even more intolerable for him to be negligent.

After bidding farewell to Lothlin, Slater leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes for a long time.

"Waldorf, if our plan really succeeds, what do you plan to do in the future?"

"Where the Lord is, there I am." Waldorf stood behind him and said calmly.

"I don't need hypocritical flattery, I just need to listen to your truth." Slater Road.

After being silent for a long time, Waldorf said, "Lord, it was you who saved my humble life back then, and even guided me to the realm of strength I have now, and it was you who gave me a new life...... I can't be grateful for this qiē in words, so over the years, I have been expressing my loyalty to you with my actions, and my life will only belong to you alone......"

"Waldorf, you've repaid me." Slater smiled and shook his head, "If the plan succeeds, your life will truly get a new beginning." ”

"Lord! You-" Hearing the meaning of expulsion in Sleytel's words, Waldorf couldn't help but be surprised.

"Waldorf, you know what? In the future, I will leave this country and travel through the Strait of the Summer Wind to the heart of Elderland......" Slater muttered to himself, as if immersed in the future he had imagined in his mind, "I have been living in the shackles of my own cage all these years, and I may have thought about letting go of a qiē, but ...... Every time I wiped the silver bottle in my hand, all, everything, became my new heavy shackles. ”

Vaguely, he saw his wife.

She's still so beautiful, so moving.

On that day, she took out the silver bottle and told him that when you are victorious, it will be the best gift I can give you to celebrate.

However, he did not win.

His wife was dead in the blade, and when he frantically returned home, he saw that her wife, lying in a pool of blood, was still clutching the silver bottle in her hand.

Whenever he wiped the silver wine bottle in his hand, his wife's voice and smile appeared in his mind one by one, how could this make him let go of a qiē!

Waldorf listened quietly, he had never known the Lord's past, nor his yearning, but today, he knew the latter.

At this time, his heart could not help but feel sad.

He has no relatives, or rather, he once had relatives.

He used to be fond of fighting, but now he is tired of fighting, and without the Lord, he will not raise up any competitive fighting spirit.

Because of his competitiveness, all his relatives will be killed by the enemy.

In the future, without the Lord, where is his way?

……

When he quietly returned to the Fourth Prince's Mansion, Lotlyn did not cause any movement.

He knew that he didn't know how many pairs of eyes were watching his every move now, and as the most relied on subordinate of the fourth prince, he naturally had a side that people valued.

Is his sudden departure suspicious because of the order of the fourth prince, and what kind of changes will the fourth prince bring to the situation because of his sudden appearance?

Everyone seems to regard him as the spokesperson of the fourth prince in the outside world.

There is no ego.

After taking care of some business, he felt a little sleepy and tired.

The effects of several glasses of liquor had not been taken away until now, and even though he had cast a lucid spell, the distraction of alcohol still remained in his brain.

It's really an amazing bottle of spirit, and he can only think about it helplessly.

Just as he was about to rest, there was a knock on the secret door.

An ordinary-looking squire walked in, and what caught his attention was a small box in his hand.

"What's the matter?"

Losslin asked, looking at the subordinate who appeared in front of him.

"My lord, I have received something for you during your absence." The attendant handed it over with the box in his hand.

"Who is its owner?" Roslin squinted and asked without rushing to open the box.

"Frenner."

"Who is he?"

"Sheriff of Slate Street, good friend of Delov."

Roslin was stunned, as if she remembered something.

"What did he say when he handed you this box?"

The attendant said, "He told me that this is something that Delof once sent to him, and the person who delivered it said that if he suddenly dies one day, he must pass it on to you."

After hearing this, Roslin reached out and opened the box in front of him, and in the box, he saw neat stacks of papers.

He took out the thick paper inside, and suddenly found that it was densely written, and began to read it carefully in the dim light, and the room suddenly fell into silence.

The more time passed, the heavier his face became.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and put down the paper in his hand.

This is an investigative article about Frank Charlan, which clearly records all the clues to his killing of Ambofen, and Delov can almost conclude that the murderer is definitely the young man in the hotel!

At the end of the material, there is a letter from Delov.

He told him that after getting the exact answer that day, he was about to look for him to inform him of a qiē, but unfortunately, he left the royal capital that day.

On the way back, Delov suddenly had a sense of foreboding, perhaps for safety reasons, in order to ensure that the clues of the investigation could be fully informed to him, he copied all the information, and sent someone to pass it on to his most trusted friend.

He finally said, "If I die, then it must be the young man who killed me!"

Unexpectedly, his premonition really happened, not only was he, his wife and children killed, but even the seconded members of the Investigation Bureau died one after another.

It's really ruthless!

It's a pity that the killers didn't expect that Delov would leave behind!

If time permits, Lotlyn will send someone to kill that bold young man at the first opportunity!

But not right now!

Because this is the most critical period in the years of planning, once his reckless impulsiveness causes irreparable mistakes, then the efforts he and everyone else have put in all these years will be in vain!

He gripped the information in his hand hatefully, and his anger completely dispelled the fatigue in his body.

Wait, wait, sooner or later, I will make you regret living in this world!

……

After leaving the hidden door, the attendants appeared in the corridors of the palace in a short time, and at this time the day was about to break, and many of the attendants and maids began to start their busy day.

The cooks prepare a hearty breakfast, the maids serve the hostess to get up, and the servants decorate the room...... However, one of the most disgusting jobs is going out to dump the manure of the house overnight.

One of the attendants wrapped a strip of cloth around his mouth and nose to avoid inhaling the pungent stench, and when he pushed the cart full of feces away, many of the guards and servants hurried away when they saw it.

Walking out of the back door of the palace, the attendant cautiously observed the pedestrian street in front of him, but a drunken idler suddenly appeared from the corner of the alley and suddenly crashed into the attendant's body, which immediately caused a quarrel and dispute.

Perhaps the smell of the dung cart was so unbearable that the drunk quickly left in a cursing rage, while the attendant went on with his work......

The drunkard walked down the street, seemed to find a tavern that had not yet closed, and immediately went in, and then he never appeared again.

Xia Lan listened to the information that had just come back from his subordinates who were temporarily subordinate to him, and Lotlyn had returned to the Fourth Prince's Mansion not long ago.

This seemingly inconsequential piece of information can actually lead to strange ideas for some people.

For example, Charan itself.

He didn't forget that all the people sent by Lotlyn to investigate him had been killed by him! If you let him know the truth, I'm afraid the other party will never let him go!

However, he is not the only one now.

Although the backer of the eldest prince is dangerous, it is sometimes an important shield to protect personal safety!

If the other party had not lost his mind, he believed that revenge would only be long overdue.

Since handing over the work of intelligence on the Four Kings with Bedwin, Xia Lan has been busy with her new responsibilities most of the time, which is simply described as boring and boring.

His "subordinates" don't seem to care about the change of their immediate bosses, and they are still doing their duties as before.

Perhaps between the two, both sides think that the other party is only temporary, and even if there are contradictions and complaints, I am afraid that it will not be too late to break out and the relationship between the two parties has been dissolved.

The collection and investigation of intelligence has always been the most important place for the powerful, and since the eldest prince is willing to hand over some of the information to him, there must be a secret that Xia Lan does not know.

He didn't believe that the eldest prince would take himself lightly.

After relaying the new information to Bedwin, Xia Lan quietly left the palace alone.

He's going to find Old Shak, the man who can help him get rid of his troubles.

And this troubled is from the missing dean of Wang Li Zhongyāng College, Amber Witt!

For Ambowitt, the impression given to him by the other party is too thin, and there is not even any sense of existence at all, whether it is in this life or the previous life.

Perhaps the reason why he remembered him was simply because of his dazzling title.

What kind of person is he? Why did Tirrant say that before he died?

This qiē has only just begun.

"Camouflage" is launched.