Duchy of Silver Eagle, Tinder City, Duke's Palace.

As one of the three vassal states of the Warla Empire, the Duke of Silver Eagle Ponlein Fateh has always lived in fear and in accordance with the Emperor's will.

He not only understands that being able to govern the Silver Eagle Principality is already his limit, and he has no more ambitions and no more ambitions, but also understands that the Valla royal family is afraid of him.

Especially after the Warla Empire went to war with the Grand Duchy of Romero, and fell to the back for a time, His Majesty the Emperor seemed to hate the dukes of the empire even more. If it weren't for the fact that the three dukes were all descendants of the founding heroes and couldn't be sanctioned at will, I'm afraid he would have already started to reduce them to ordinary nobles.

Fortunately, at present, the various sects in the Valla Empire are holding each other down, and His Majesty the Emperor can only reluctantly maneuver around it, and the war with the Grand Duchy of Romero is already the limit, and it is impossible to have the spare strength to send troops to fight against him.

But that doesn't mean you can rest easy.

In fact, there were more dangers and troubles than Pomlein had imagined, and the letter that had been sent today had made him sad all morning, and he had not been able to adjust his mood until now.

"Father, do you have something to do with me?"

With a crisp knock on the door, a handsome young man slowly walked into the room, and asked after saluting the old duke with a gesture full of aristocratic elegance.

He was the eldest son of Duke Pomblein Fat, Pompeid Fat.

He has thick golden curly hair, an angular face, fairer skin than those noble girls, eyes as deep as the sea, and beautiful muscles all over his body that show that he is not the kind of aristocratic boy who is powerless, and the sword at his waist is not a decoration, which can be said to be a perfect inheritance of the old duke's excellent genes.

At the same time, he is also the most optimistic and satisfied son of Duke Silver Eagle.

Although there is no title yet, as the only son of Ponlein who remains in the Duke's Palace and has not been divided, he is almost destined to inherit his title in the future and become the new Duke of Silver Eagle.

"Well, a sad retribution from Anurad." The old duke stared at his most outstanding son, and said slowly, "Your brother, he was attacked and killed by thieves. ”

"What!"

Pomped showed a look of astonishment, he frowned as if it was a little unacceptable, but he didn't cry, but his expression was sad, vaguely revealing a sad feeling: "Two months ago, I was talking and laughing with him here, but I didn't expect it to be ......."

The old duke seemed pleased with his reaction, and nodded slightly.

Although he divided his other sons into feudal places, which was equivalent to driving them out in a sense, it did not mean that the old duke did not care about his sons.

He just wanted to protect his child in his own way, but he didn't expect that even so, Edmund still had an accident.

Even though the aristocratic life full of open guns and hidden arrows had hardened Pang Leyin's heart a lot, the loss of his son in old age was still an unbearable pain, which made him uncomfortable all morning, but this discomfort could not be shown in front of his own retainers.

Probably because he was uncomfortable, so he asked his eldest son to come over and share the burden.

And the eldest son's performance is as good as ever, although he feels sad for his younger brother, but it will not be too painful, after all, the old duke sees everything in his eyes, and the relationship between the two brothers is not so deep, if his eldest son looks like he is in pain, he will be disappointed in him.

"Father, I'll take care of Angra's affairs, you can rest at home, after all, you are the backbone of the principality."

"What Angela?" The old duke's brow furrowed slightly.

"It's not the third brother...... Pomped was stunned, feeling that he seemed to have made a mistake.

"Angela is alive and well, and he sent me a letter two days ago, and it is said that the run-down town is also well run by that kid." The old duke said in a deep voice: "It was Edmund who was attacked by thieves and died!" ”

"That's my mistake." Pomped immediately bowed his head and apologized.

"Forget it," the old duke sighed, "you go out first." ”

Pompard bowed and left the study.

When he got back to his room, he couldn't wait to pull out a mirror hidden under the floor.

He cut his finger and dripped his own blood on the mirror, only to see that the smooth mirror actually sucked the blood into it like a sponge.

A moment later, a man wearing a black hood appeared on the opposite side of the mirror, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"What's the matter with the future Duke?" The other asked in a voice that was so hoarse that it didn't sound like a human no matter what.

"Is that how you guys do it? Why is Angela okay, but Edmund is dead? ”

Pompeid's handsome face was gloomy, and he asked in a cold voice.

"Mr. Edmund's death was an accident, but we believe you have no interest in it, so let's just say the conclusion. An unknown force has emerged on the other side of Anurad, the Valley of the Dead, who have taken the Greyfjord and killed the pieces we have placed there...... It's a pity that the chess piece couldn't figure out who the enemy was and what was behind it in the end. The black hood said slowly: "And the attack on your brother Angra, although it did not survive, we judge that it is likely to be the work of that force, and their purpose may be the same as yours, that is, for the ...... of your Fatter family."

"'A gift from the gods.'" Pompey's eyes were extremely cold: "That's my thing, and I will never give it to anyone." ”

"That's right, it's so mysterious, even before you told us, that secret treasure that even our Secret Eyes didn't even know existed. And the person most likely to be related to the Secret Treasure at the moment is none other than your younger brother, Angela Fat, whose birth mother is unknown. As if he was explaining something, the other party slowly revealed his information: "Don't worry, since we have received your money, our secret eye will naturally complete the commission, and when the branches in other places have leisure, we will naturally take the time to help you solve that eye-catching brother." ”

"Hmph." Pomped snorted and stood up, paced slowly to the door, and slammed it open.

Outside the door was a panicked little maid.

"What do you hear?" He asked coldly.

"What? Young master, you ......"

Before the little maid could finish speaking, she was stabbed through her skull with a sword and killed directly!

"I hope you guys are talking." He shook off the stabbing sword that was stained with a little brain, and said with a hideous expression.