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When he was young, Norwen Fei was known as a naïve and passionate poet.

The surname Fei was subordinate to the Marquis of Autumn Crow, but it was also active in the central court.

Born in the central government, raised in the academy, and served as an attendant at the court, Norwen might never have served in the Bluestone Castle of Autumn Crow. Until he met the Marquis of Autumn Crow, who was still a teenager at the time, he was an earl at that time.

The young Earl of Autumn Raven was a beautiful and energetic man, a cynical but kind man who was a little funny, and hardly looked like an Efaya except for his affairs.

They became friends.

This is the beginning of a disaster.

Norwen Fei became his friend with great effort, and during that time he held all the official positions required of a noble lord, from treasurer to archdeacon. Then Norwin realized that he was a retainer who liked to be used and devoted to his work, and when he realized this, he resigned from his position in the court and followed the earl back to Bluestone Castle.

The Earl then succeeded to the position of Marquis, and Norwen Fei was entrusted with important responsibilities, and has served the Marquis from then until today, and has never retired from the important position of "Minister of the Left Interior".

He really gave everything for the autumn crow.

The problem was that the friendship he had formed with the Marquis in his youth had faded over time.

Trivial work gradually lost its meaning, and no longer allowed him to enjoy it from the heart, and with the change of times and the abandonment of the years, Norwin watched the Marquis step by step from a young boy to a decadent and even mediocre to ignore the world.

It's not that Norwin can't understand this change. All of them, whether blessed by the gods or snowwalker civilians, were besieged here.

Life day after day is like a withered moon hanging in the middle of the sky forever.

But in any case, Norwin had to admit that, deep down, he thought the Marquis had disappointed him.

Eventually, he turned his attention to the Marquis's children, the next generation.

Among those children, the person he was least optimistic about happened to be Pamu.

Pamu, the second son of the Marquis, was a mixture of his father's recklessness and his mother's indifference, and was spoiled.

But he was extremely lucky, his elder brother was not liked by the marquis because of his frailty, and his younger brother was too young to compete with him. Later his brother was Beya, and he was the stronger Afaya.

Pamu didn't like Nowen as much as she didn't like him, and Nowen knew that.

Norwin didn't understand why he was the way he was, why he couldn't bear it.

Maybe I'm getting old.

Many times he looked at his young wife, and felt like a strong, mature but stiff, dry branch, standing in the way of others and unwilling to move.

He knew about her affair with Pamu.

He didn't say anything.

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At first, Norwin only wanted to have a real conversation with the young man, not thinking that his hatred for him was so deep.

He knew the reason why Pamu hated him.

Their tempers were not in harmony, and the old minister was always annoying to the new king, and Norwen still remembered how he had a nameless hatred for his former minister, Zuo, when he was young.

Pamu was reluctant to talk to him, and although he was still young, he was already weaving wings, consciously or unconsciously.

Norwen decided he had to do something.

When he realizes that Pamu would never give him a chance to talk—either wine, women, and feasts, or even having fun in the Red Sand Castle of the Firefinch—Norwen chooses to add "Dream Grass" to Pamu Crow's glass and long-rod cigarettes, initially just so that Pamu can leave the banquet early and return to his room to rest.

He had heard from a herbalist that Dream Falling Grass could help people sleep, and that it would make people who took it feel weak and calm.

Norwin wanted to use this opportunity to persuade Pamu to sign some contracts, including the order of succession, the time, and the administration of the army and the territory......

But Pamu was strong, not drunk, and more energetic than Novon had expected. And before Pamu left the table, the daughter of the Duke of Firebird, who was also the betrothed, took the lead in issuing some kind of invitation to Pamu.

After that, Pamu withdrew his attendants and walked out of the hall.

In the second half of the dinner, the music played the fastest and loudest.

If Pamu hadn't been drunk, he would never have left.

Without thinking, Norwen followed.

In the dark corridor, the smell of alcohol gradually dissipated.

Blizzard raged, penetrating the castle.

- Prayer Hall.

God has a place where he has his feet on earth, and God has placed his ears among men.

He leaned against the crack in the door and vaguely saw and heard a ...... A murder?

Norwen felt like he was in a dream, and he couldn't tell if it was a dream or a nightmare.

When it was quiet inside, he ducked into the shadows behind the wall. Two people walked out of it, he couldn't make out in the wind and snow, but it seemed to be a man and a woman, the figure and smell were unfamiliar, they were from the Fire Sparrow family.

The wind and snow froze his mind and his old body.

When he finally reached the heavy door of the prayer hall, he still didn't understand what he was expecting.

He walked into the cold prayer hall and smelled a strong smell of blood.

He stumbled on the deadbolt.

When Norwen came to the huge body lying on the ground, Nowen realized that he had so much hoped that Pamu Crow would no longer exist.

A moment of joy filled his parched, heartless heart.

A huge burden disappeared, a worry was cut away, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

It was then that he realized that he had poured out so much hatred and resentment on this young man, this little master.

Chaotic emotions are intertwined with a blizzard and reach the peak together.

Unfortunately, Pamu woke up at this time.

It turned out that the two murderers and the dagger had not completely taken his life, or rather, they had not been able to.

"No......"

The syllable came out of the young man's mouth, with the cacophony of bursting blood bubbles.

Suddenly, Pamu Crow's childhood appearance appeared in front of Nowen's eyes. The fluffy child walked slowly along the long corridor of Bluestone Castle towards him. He stumbled, fell to the ground, and stretched out his hand to call out to his father's retainer, who was his future retainer, "...... Novan"

He was so naïve and young at that time, attached to the help that the elders brought him.

And his actions and expressions were like those of a young marquis. On the streets of Wangcheng, when Qiu Yao saw his friend walking not far away, his eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand and handed over a hug: "Norwen!"

This time, however, Norwen Fei did not respond to the plea.

He killed Pamu Crow.

He first pressed his hand against Pamu, covering his mouth and nose against his neck. When the young man burst out of his last great strength like a trapped beast, he picked up the heavy ritual vessel that was placed on the altar.

One, two, three......

Finally, it's all over.

Reason and emotion shattered in an instant. He was finally crushed by the heavy wheel of time.

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Norwin knew he had made the wrong choice.

But he was unable to repent.

He felt powerless after ordering his henchmen to kill the administrator named Chivino (who might have misunderstood something, or maybe it was for blackmail, but Norwin didn't have the energy to find out).

He could only hope that the duke's investigators were incompetent. Besides, this murder was based on coincidence and secrecy, and the murderer who used the dagger was someone else, so he should not have been charged with killing Pamu Autumn Crow in the first place - besides, who would have thought that it was Autumn Crow's retainers who killed Autumn Crow's future heir?

I am the Minister of the Left Seat of the Marquis of Autumn Crow.

He meditated in his heart.

I am the Minister of the Left Seat of the Marquis of Autumn Crow;

To be disrespectful to me is to be disrespectful to the autumn crows.

As always, the title calmed him.

Norwin wondered—even if he was the Duke of Firesparrow, even if he knew the truth, what could he do? Could he tell this ridiculous "truth"? Could he want to provoke a war?