After the black-haired wizard left, the old butler silently closed the door to the side hall.

Beside the empty curtains, a figure with a cane suddenly appeared, gradually condensing like droplets, and the young current Earl of Charn, with a pale face, sat in the position of the black-haired wizard just now, looking tired.

"You say, did he just spot me?"

His last sentence deliberately raised his voice, perhaps to mean something. The old butler replied lightly, went to the wine rack in the fireplace, poured a full glass of vanilla, and quietly placed it in the hand of Earl Charn:

"Lord Loren is a well-known spellcaster in Eberten, and it should be that he was chosen by His Highness Brandon not only because of his superb swordsmanship. ”

What the servant has to do is to answer the questions, not to make judgments for the master.

"For a spellcaster of his level, I'm afraid this kind of gadget is the same as nothing. Throwing the cane to the old butler, the young Earl of Charne raised his glass tiredly:

"Deliberately not piercing, it's also for the sake of the face of both parties, right?"

"This is good for both parties, young man, you have just inherited the title, and once it is known that you are conspiring with His Royal Highness Brandon's cronies, the consequences will be very serious. ”

The old butler spoke in a deep voice, silently reminding his master: "Whatever this abrupt Lord Loren Turin wants to do, you must not be implicated by him - there are many eyes looking at you inside and outside the family. ”

Staring at the mellow color of the wine in the glass, Earl Charn's face flashed with a hint of fierceness, and the hand holding the glass was trembling slightly.

Siscott's death was an unprecedented blow to the Charn family, not only causing the family to lose unity, but also alienating the old aristocracy that had surrounded the Charn family.

Recalling the smirks on their faces when they came to pay their respects, and the evil intentions that had been buried beneath that face, Earl Charne felt incomparably sick.

The followers who were originally loyal to the family have become bloodthirsty beasts ready to pounce at any moment in the blink of an eye!

“...... Don't the Charn family want it......"

At the moment when Loren Turin said those words, the young Count Charn almost exposed himself!

He remembered his grandfather who had collapsed in a pool of blood in the banquet hall of the Wizarding Academy......

I remembered myself with blood on my face at that time......

I remembered that none of the guests who were in awe of themselves and the Charn family when my grandfather fell, did not lend a helping hand to my dying grandfather......

Those terrified faces, in retrospect, seemed to be incomparably mocking, sarcastic and gloating, as if they had been waiting for a long time!

"Get the person in charge of the action back and tell them that they plan to cancel. Count Charn said in a deep voice, "As for Lord Loren Turin—whatever he wants to do, let him go." ”

"The Charn family won't help him, but they don't have to deliberately stop him, just wait and see. ”

"Young Master, Master Lussac Covo may indeed be innocent, but many people are looking forward to his death. The old butler's face changed:

"And can you avenge Lord Siscott... It's also about your position in the family, and you can't ...... at this time."

Raising his hand to stop the old butler, Earl Charn, who was holding the wine glass, took a deep breath, raised his head sharply and drank it all!

The wine enters the deep throat, and the hot breath penetrates the internal organs.

"I know... Although my grandfather didn't react when he died, I'm completely clear now...... Those people wanted to use the hands of the Charn family to open the knife. ”

The young Earl looked up, and on the wall of the side hall hung a portrait of the previous Earl Charne, his grandfather, Siscott Charn.

Usually painters will deliberately beautify their employers, so that they look like saints in the Church of the Holy Cross, compassionate, benevolent, benevolent, respectful... No one doesn't like to see such a "self" or an ancestor.

The exception was Siscott Charn, who gave the painter twice the price, and he was depicted with an arrogant expression, a raised chin, a fierce gaze, a curled beard, and an angry brow......

Like a tyrant.

As powerful as the Charne family, there is no longer a need to pretend to maintain power, but only a good Earl of Charn, who can be feared and intimidated, is a good Earl Charn.

Such an old man, who was feared and feared by everyone, his own grandfather... That's how it ended.

Earl Charn's gaze became more and more fierce, and his teeth clenched: "The dignified former minister, the dignified Chann family, the leader of the aristocratic faction......"

"They actually used them as chess pieces that could swing at will!"

"It's... How can that be?"

Click!

There was a crunch, and an extra crack appeared in the delicate glass.

The old butler bowed his head and said no more.

"As for whether I am qualified to be the next Earl of Charn, I don't need to rely on such a framed despicable means. Earl Charn's face was expressionless, and he said quietly:

"I'll prove it to them myself!"

The words were about to fall, and the breath in the room became heavier and heavier.

"Find an opportunity to give all the potion recipes that Master Lussac Covo prescribed for his grandfather, all to this Lord Loren Turin. ”

"But don't let others find out, this information is provided by us, find an opportunity... See if you can leak out. ”

"Make sure he understands that as long as he doesn't continue to explore the secrets of the Charn family, we will definitely not interfere too much, and we have no intention of making enemies of His Highness Brandon - whether or not we can overturn the case for Master Lussac will be on him or not!"

With a tired sigh, the young earl put down the wine glass in his hand:

"Hopefully he's smart enough to understand what we mean. ”

"Young Master, is this really appropriate?" the old butler asked calmly, "In this way, Master Siscott will ......"

"Grandfather, I died suddenly because I was too tired... It shouldn't come as a surprise to an old man of his age!"

Earl Charn frowned, his hands clenched into fists tightened:

"I know very well that I don't have the capital to fight those people at all... At least not yet!"

"But no matter what, I must not let those people do it easily - if they dare to use the Charn family as pawns, they will have to pay enough price!"

"I am the earl of the Charn family, this is my decision, and it is the final decision, there will be no further changes!"

"You are the earl of House Charn and the only legitimate heir to Lord Siscott. The old butler bowed his head silently and reminded his master:

"But the elders in the family don't see it that way, let alone think so. ”

"If the elders find out that you have gone against their will, these people will no longer care about your face, but will take the initiative to use their connections and resources to send Master Lussac to hell. ”

"Now you are only a dispensable puppet to them, and you are the Earl of Charne only if you follow their wishes, otherwise... It's like a beggar on the side of the road!"

"So... If His Excellency Loren Turin really succeeded in overturning the case for Master Lussac, the reverence of the Imperial nobles for the Charn family would plummet, but so would the connections and resources of those same people. ”

Earl Charn's face was expressionless, and his gaze deepened: "At that time, I will be the only one who can stand up and save and save the face of the Charn family." ”

"I'm going to be... The savior and sole master of the Charn family!"

"The premise is that His Excellency the 'Wizard Advisor' can really live to overturn the case for Master Lussac. The old butler reminded again.

"Even if he fails, what do I have to lose?" the young earl snorted coldly, "I am the only legitimate heir to my grandfather, at most a puppet used by the elders to decorate the façade!"

If it's just a puppet in the end, then why can't you take a gamble?

Awe or respect... It's just an outsider's eye, and it has nothing to do with the family power, so what's the pity to give it up?

Only, as long as I have enough power to become the real Earl of Charn, that's enough!

Seeing that the Count had made up his mind, the old butler, who had said no more, bowed and turned and walked out the door.

"You say, if we are willing to help him......" The young earl suddenly spoke: "Your Highness Brandon, will there be a chance?"

The old butler with an indistinguishable expression turned around:

"No way!"