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Eblaunro, Castle of Elyn.

Enjoying the warm winter afternoon sunshine, Overred leaned back on a chaise longue in the garden, quietly closing her eyes, the maids around her cautiously peeking at their young and handsome master, their eyes occasionally showing a hint of admiration and fascination.

It's a pity that Overred never treats these maids with pretense of color, not because they are not beautiful and dignified enough to attract men, but because Overred has always been very disciplined in dealing with men and women.

He is a normal man, normal men have normal physical needs, and occasionally he will look for women to vent, but there are many choices for women, including maids with inferior status.

In the final analysis, he always has a strict concept of respect and inferiority in his heart, and the aristocracy and the common people are always two worlds that cannot intersect.

The average aristocratic lord and the maids around him are more or less physically involved, and even many aristocratic young men have their first experience in taking care of their maids, even so, most of these maids end up disappearing and leaving, the body is a woman's weapon, but it is difficult for them to get what they are most looking forward to with this weapon.

For example, to become the wife of a nobleman.

There are exceptions to everything, although it is rare for nobles to marry maids, but in fact there are many real cases, but without exception, these nobles have become the laughing stock of the aristocratic circle, and the gossip and exclusion and alienation eventually make these nobles gradually fall and drown in the ordinary.

Suddenly, Overred's ears on the chaise longue moved slightly, and after he opened his eyes and waved away the maids and guards around him, a low, strange voice echoed softly in the garden.

"I didn't expect you to be so leisurely and comfortable at this time."

"Enjoyment is part of life." Overred closed his eyes again and said lightly.

"Oh? Can't even the assassination of your father, the Earl of Heather, disturb your momentary enjoyment? The voice said with a faint sarcastic laugh.

"What do you say? The old guy died? Overred abruptly rose from his recliner, his calm face full of astonishment and exasperation.

"Do you think I need to deceive you?" The voice scoffed.

Overlie took a deep breath, and after a long time, he suppressed his restless emotions and said, "What happened to the Cantran front?" You give me a detailed explanation one by one! ”

"It's simple. After your father went back to war with Viscount Frank, Bukins, who had rebelled against him, assassinated Viscount Frank, while Bycizer himself fell into his relationship with Frank. Charan was unable to rescue him during the ambush, but as a result, your father was able to defeat Viscount Farrant, but unexpectedly, he was assassinated by Bai Cizer, who had fled back

......," the voice said slowly.

"Frank. Xia Lan? Is his injury healed? Overred mused.

"Of course. I heard that it was the recovery of the life potential in exchange for the injury, tsk... I didn't expect him to choose such a cost-effective path. The voice smirked.

"Why wasn't he with the old guy at the time? If he had been there, the old guy wouldn't have been so easily assassinated! Overred said hoarsely.

"Frank. After the failure of Charlan's final plan to ambush Baicizer allowed him to escape, he left on his own, and according to his exact words, his deal with Count Heather was completed. The voice said regretfully.

"What's going on on the front lines now?" Overred said, holding his forehead.

"Of course, it was chaos, and the plan to take advantage of the situation to encroach on the power of the Viscount of Farrante had to be shelved." The voice said, "But." Your father's now highest-ranking Quares Commander has sent someone to Ebramro, and it seems that he is ready for you to inherit the will of the Earl of Heather and continue the strategic counterattack offensive against the Viscount of Farrante's domain! ”

"Really?"

Overred shook his head and smiled, his voice full of bitterness.

"Are you sad?" The voice interjected.

"The old guy is my father after all." Overred sighed gloomily. "There's no denying the contradiction between me and him, but I never really wanted to kill him! I can usurp his throne, but I will never usurp his life, just because he is my father, my only relative in this world......"

"So far. There are some things you can't choose. The voice was muffled.

"I know, maybe it's time for us to act." Overred said.

"Before you act, I'm afraid you have to be careful of one person." The voice said cautiously.

"Frank. Charan? Overred seemed to have known for a long time.

"Yes, he hasn't been seen since he left the battlefield, and someone who fled from Ebraunro at night has managed to join him, so he must have known about what was going on on Ebramro's side." The voice said.

"Are you saying he's on his way to Ebraunro right now?" Overred said with a grimace.

"Maybe he's in Ebramro by now."

When Overred heard this, his whole person was immediately full of vigilance, and he unconsciously scanned the surrounding environment.

"Don't worry. Our men have set up the castles of Ebraunro and Elyn, and we can see him at the slightest movement! The voice chuckled.

"Are you sure we can really deal with him?" Overred suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"If a high-ring mage and a warrior of the upper middle rank realm can't kill him, I can only say that we have caused a big trouble." The voice pretended.

"He's a big problem indeed!"

Overred looked up in a certain direction in the castle and said, "It's just a nuisance." ”

……

Pandelia looked at the biography of the wild history in her hand with great interest, although there was a lot of really attractive content in it, but the girl did not feel any interest in the slightest.

These days of solitary confinement are dry and boring, with no freedom, no communication. There was only a cold bedroom and the only book she could spend time in, but she would always get tired of reading books, especially the books she had flipped through countless times.

So every day, she prayed for someone to save her.

However, day by day. Her prayers were never answered, and the person she was expecting never showed up.

The mood is inevitably low and numb.

In front of the closed windowsill, looking at the dark night through the bright glass window, the flickering lights on the wall reflected her flickering shadow, for a long, long time, she sighed softly.

Another day.

"Knock knock—"

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.