Hunter Entleschnett, Earl of the Red Boar of Entle, was so shocked by the death of his "father-in-law" Prince Lothart that he sat down on the ground in shock, and did not come back to his senses for a long time, his court pillar in the royal city of Parma collapsed in his heart, and the collapsed heart almost overwhelmed him, until his guards pulled the fat him from the ground, he lost his mind, and slapped his guard, "Say it again!" What did you just say!? ”

"His Royal Highness Prince Lotat was killed by a young Yafin knight in a knight's joust!" The guard touched his face and looked at the angry Earl of the Red Boar in horror.

"A little Knight of Yafen? Killed Lotate!? Lotate can lose his life so idiotically! Phew! It's time for you to die! Ah, abominable Knight of Yafingne! Yes! Damn it! Hunter Untelschnett, Earl of the Red Boar, stretched out his index finger and plucked out his fan-like ears, and after making sure that what he heard was the truth, he began to sigh, but he was not extremely sad about the death of his "father-in-law", "Why don't you go and check on me, who is the escaped Yafen knight?" I'm going to have to slaughter this little bunny with my own hands, this bastard ruined my whole plan. It's Yafen again! What a Yafen! ”

He returned to his castle in a rage, and he heard the cry of Theresa, the eldest daughter of Lotat, and he suddenly felt a pang of turmoil in his heart. He walked into Theresa's boudoir angrily, a maid was serving Theresa who was sobbing, the maid saw the angry Count Red Boar, quickly bowed her head and stood sideways, taking advantage of the Count Red Boar not paying attention, and escaped from Count Theresa's room in a smoke.

"You know how to cry! Can you make your short-lived daddy cry alive? A disgusting little, your short-lived dad is now a dead ghost! Earl Hunter of the Red Boar pursed his lips, and in his eyes the little lady was like a matchstick without curves, "Alright, alright! He won't survive if you cry again, your dead ghost daddy has gone to see dear Arcana, trust me! I'm going to tell you the truth now, though, if you still want to live a decent life, you'd better stop your disgusting tears now. I'm fed up with your contrasting father and daughter! ”

Theresa was so frightened by Hunter's roar that she stopped crying, and she didn't come back to her senses for a while, but sat at the head of the bed shivering. The attitude of her husband, who had been obedient to him in front of him, seemed to have changed one hundred and eighty degrees overnight, and her fat body suddenly became very strange in her eyes.

"You'd better shut me up, Saxon little bitch, and if you cry to me again, I'll throw you out of the castle. Don't expect me to treat you like I did to rare animals. Tell you, from now on you will stay here quietly for me. Hunter had a fierce glint in his eyes, and he warned Theresa viciously. He pointed at Theresa as if he were pointing at a prisoner.

"You" Theresa couldn't hold back any longer, she stood up with teary eyes, walked up to Hunter, waved her jade arm, and prepared to slap Hunter's fat face hard.

Hunter didn't pity the jade, his thick arm was like a thick tree trunk and grabbed Theresa's slender arm, and stretched out his other hand to jam Theresa's throat, lifting Theresa alive from the ground, Theresa's hands and feet danced wildly, struggling to break free from Hunter's fierce arm, she opened her mouth wide and used all her strength to breathe in the air that was about to dry up, but the huge force locked her throat, making it difficult for her to breathe.

"Stinky girl, you dare to beat me, you look like you're tired of being crooked, I think you want to see your dead ghost father." Hunter didn't show any pity, and Theresa, who was struggling, was trembling all over, and he slapped Theresa, and Theresa's nose was gushing blood. As soon as Hunter twisted it harder, Theresa's neck would be easily broken.

Theresa's face flushed, her mouth wide open, his face contorted with extreme discomfort, and he rolled the whites of his eyes.

"Hmph, stinky!" Hunter threw Theresa on the bed like a toy puppet.

"Ahem." Theresa finally regained her breath, gasping for air and coughing violently.

"Listen, do you know how much it cost me to marry you from Parma? As a result, your dead ghost father was not angry at all, and was so easily killed by a young knight of Yafen, and my plan was completely ruined. I used to see you as a tool for me, but now you don't even have that use! So, you'd better put away your noble lady's temper for me, and don't think of yourself as the daughter of a prince, oh, lord of the county, countess! Your life is in my hands! Ah, I will not take back your title of countess in public, but in my presence you had better not think of yourself so noblely, you are one of my slaves who has been used but not thrown away! Today, you've listened to me! The red boar threw himself on the bed and began to wander around with his hands.

Theresa had no choice but to cry, she had no resistance, but she felt that the fat hands were like a thick poisonous snake holding her up, and she was like a frightened little lamb in Hunter's fat palm, tossed and fiddled with by Hunt like a wild boar. Hunter erupted in a burst of laughter, and Theresa's body and emotions were like falling into the abyssal purgatory where the demon was, a heart-rending pain.

"Such stinky girls can make me comfortable and happy, and I will temporarily let you go today." Hunter gasped and struggled to get up from Theresa's bed, his fat body twisted and slowly lifted his pants, got dressed, and patted Theresa's face, "Stay in your room honestly, don't make any mess for me, little Saxon." ”

Theresa burst into tears, she just nodded numbly like a wooden doll, and even the last bit of dignity of herself was lost in front of this fat demon—although she was a prince and county lord, a countess of a land, she was now humiliated like a lowly maid. Her distracted eyes looked directly at the city of Entre outside the curtain, and the red tiles on the roofs of the low houses of Entre were no longer bright red in her eyes, but only gray bricks and tiles. Her face was no longer as rosy as before, but as cold and pale as the snow on the distant summit of Santa Cana.

Theresa thought that Count Red Boar loved him, at least for once. But since then, the Count of the Red Boar, who has pulled down the skin, has abused her day and night, and from early summer to late autumn, this time has allowed her to completely change this once self-righteous opinion.

"You're a demon! Demon! Arcana will curse you! "The screams of Countess Theresa at night always pierce the silence of the night in Entel.

"Hahaha! Arcana curses me? Curse me to be the Earl of Entle? Curse me for defeating Yafen's invasion? Cursed your uncle with all the poison tricks he used on me? I see that your family is truly cursed! The red boar's contented laughter was like thunder after a scream, "Ah! I'm so satisfied! Hahaha! Curse me! ”

The crying day and night eventually turned into a sob. Theresa didn't know how many hours she had been waiting for the end of the dawn.

One late autumn morning, a light cavalry dressed as a scout finally opened the gates of Entre and rode quickly into the castle of Entle, where he reported to the Count of the Red Boar, perched on the stone steps of the castle's lobby, that it had taken him two full quarters to find out the accurate information.

"Report! Glorious and noble Earl Hunter. At your request, we have found the culprit of the murder of Prince Lotart, who is none other than your sworn enemy, Count Walker of Diffinburgh. He assumed the name of Knight Rogge and murdered your father-in-law, Prince Lothart, at a knightly jousting tournament in the royal city. We are deeply saddened by the misfortune that has befallen your great family. The Entle scout fell to one knee and held a parchment scroll full of information in both hands.

"What! The diplomats he sent told me that he had been working diligently in Yafenburg! Count Red Boar almost jumped from his earl's throne, it was clear that he didn't believe what he was hearing this time, "Who the hell is the Knight of Yafen who sent me last time with his tongue cut out?" ”

"That substitute is a death row inmate! Glorious and noble Earl Hunter, your father-in-law, Prince Lothart, was slain by Count Walker of Jaffenburgh. Rogge, the Knight of Yafen, is nothing more than Walker's pseudonym. Count Yafen has deceived you. The Entre scout recounted what he had heard.

"Bastard! Cunning scholar! I let you go, and you dare to poke me in the back! It's disgusting! Outrageous! What about that flamboyant diplomat sent by that Walker guy? Bring him to me, I'm going to pull out his tongue, and I'm going to chop him into pieces of meat and feed him to the dogs!" "The Earl of the Red Boar finally knew that what he had heard with his ears was true.

"He's been gone for at least twenty days. After you have watched the execution of the 'Knight of Yafen' to your satisfaction. The lieutenant of the Earl of the Red Boar whispered in his ear.

"Ahh It must have been Malcolm, the director of the inn, who disobeyed my orders, let go of the hateful diplomat, and sent someone to arrest Malcolm for me, and execute him on the spot! The face of the Count of the Red Boar turned red and white, and a deep shame made his eyes raffle, and the two eyeballs, which were as round as a pig's eyes, kept spinning.

"However, please appease your anger. Come to think of it, since the scouts we sent have sufficient evidence that it was the Earl of Jufenburg who killed your father-in-law and deceived you. Why don't we do what we count? I think we've found a good excuse to send troops against Yafin! The adjutant duly offered his advice to Count Red Boar, and Count Hunt Entleschnett squinted his eyes and raised an eyebrow.