"What do you see about martial law in the past few days?" Marquis Eldred stood in front of the Death Knight with his hands behind his back, and Art stood three steps behind him, seemingly as close as a confidant, but the whole time, there was no eye contact between the two, and the alienation in the air was as solid as a brick wall. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's like a perfunctory." Art pondered for a moment and replied in a low voice, "Not to mention tracking down the whereabouts of the assassins, the Inquisition has no news of Viscount Kea's whereabouts so far, which is too suspicious. ”

"You can tell it's perfunctory, that's good." The Marquis of Eldred nodded, but there was no appreciative expression in his tone, "But the real question is, who is perfunctory?" Is it Gordon, or Dante? Or," he paused, "Your Majesty?" ”

"It's hard to tell." Art carefully worded, "Lord Gordon is the captain of the guard, and Lord Dante has the illustrious title of Acting for the King, and their words and deeds represent the will of the king to a certain extent. ”

The Marquis of Eldred snorted heavily, like an unreasonable rest, and interrupted Art. Art was silent knowingly, waiting for the Marquis's next words. "Gordon is His Majesty's loyal dog, and no one in Sarion will doubt that. But Dante, the deputy of the king? Bah! He snorted, making no secret of the mockery and contempt in his eyes, "He is the kind of fanatic who is so devout that he is loyal only to the ethereal gods, and he has no more respect for His Majesty than even the barbarians of the north." ”

"What do you mean, sir?" Art asked in a low voice.

"When you were born, before Your Majesty ascended the throne, Dante was the king's agent of the old king, and it was rumored that he had been in charge of the Inquisition for decades." The Marquis of Eldred turned away with a blank face, "And when I was a little child, my father used to scare me with a name that he said had a pair of chilling eyes, the kind of terrible eyes that only ghosts and gods who had returned from the sea of blood in the mountains of corpses could have. Every time my father said the name, I was so frightened that I shrank under the covers, and I will never forget the syllables he uttered," he squinted, two words bursting out of his clenched teeth.

"But, Ding."

There was a dead silence in the living room, and Art gasped as he heard himself. "Is it the same person?" He muttered.

"Art, you're out of shape." The Marquis of Eldred patted his entourage on the shoulder, "I understand, though. It was only after I inherited the title that I learned that the young-looking head of the Inquisition was actually older than the kingdom itself, and perhaps even a contemporary of His Majesty Alfred, the founding monarch, and I didn't react much better than you did. All in all, don't think that the title 'Acting Agent of the Crown' will make Dante loyal to the royal family, he doesn't care about the royal power in the slightest, and in the few meetings I have attended with him, I can see that his respect for His Majesty is only superficial – in fact, Dante's rebelliousness and looseness are never a secret in the upper aristocratic circles. ”

"Your Excellency, are you trying to say that Lord Dante is inseparable from Lord Grace's death?" Art was silent for a moment and whispered.

The Marquis of Eldred glanced at Yat with some surprise, he could see how much the previous secret had shocked the young man, the confusion and surprise had not yet disappeared from his eyes, but he suppressed these emotions in time, and meticulously played the role of a staff member, and began to deduce according to his own train of thought. Growing fast, just to this extent, is not enough. He thought silently, but he didn't show it, just nodded: "He has a lot of suspicions, first of all, the timing is too coincidental, a few days after Dante returned to the royal city, Ned was assassinated; And the awkward relationship between the two is also one of the reasons, although Dante is the nominal director of the Inquisition, but in the past few years when he has been out, Ned, who has served as the deputy director, has already set him up and held real power himself. Will Dante really be able to tolerate it when he returns? Moreover, Ned was not a devout believer in the Order, and Dante had good reason to purge him. ”

"That's not right." Art whispered.

"Oh?" The Marquis of Eldred remained silent, "What's wrong?" ”

"My lord, although your deduction seems to make sense, it is logically unreasonable." Art calmly looked at the Marquis of Eldred, "Because many people can easily come to similar conclusions if they have the heart. Lord Gordon can, the three dukes can, and so can Your Majesty! But half a month has passed, and Lord Dante is still able to enter and leave the palace normally to meet with His Majesty, and even be able to dispatch the Blackwing Monk, which shows that His Majesty has no suspicion of Lord Dante at all. If ......" Art hesitated and didn't continue.

"Go on!" The Marquis of Eldred raised his eyebrows lightly and ordered.

"If it is really as your Excellency thinks," Art gritted her teeth and reasoned about it, "if Lord Grez really died in a deliberate assassination, and Lord Dante did participate in the plan, then I think His Majesty must be the main messenger behind it." His voice was a little hoarse, and he also seemed incredulous about his conclusions.

The Marquis of Eldred didn't say a word, just looked at Art meaningfully, it was a strange look that Art had never seen before, mixed with a lot of emotions that he was extremely unfamiliar with, he began to serve as the personal attendant of the Marquis of White Hart Fort when he was young, but it was the first time that he couldn't figure out the thoughts of the Marquis of Eldred, this feeling made him feel extremely uneasy, and his back was wet with cold sweat wave after wave.

After a long silence, the Marquis of Eldred sighed softly: "Yes, I have been wondering, if Ned's death was really at the behest of His Majesty, then what is the reason why His Majesty will kill the 'Whip of Order' that once entrusted him with such a heavy task?" He reached out and gently stroked Rieat's collar, "Art, you are far better than I thought, I thought you were just giving birth to wings, but not plump enough to soar, but I didn't expect—" He seemed to have mixed feelings, and said no more.

Art suddenly read the Marquis of Eldred's eyes, it was a father's relief to see his son grow up, no wonder he was so strange, he had never been to Eldred in the past twenty years of his life. At this moment, the temperature from the palm of the Marquis of Eldred was so warm and so blazing that it seemed to melt the heart covered in the thickest ice, and the water vapor rose in Arte's eyes, and he said in a trembling voice: "Father, I-"

"Smack!"

A sharp slap broke the warm parent-child atmosphere, and the Marquis of Eldred withdrew his hand expressionlessly, the paternal light in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness: "I may be your father, but you, as an illegitimate child, are not—at least for now, not qualified to be an Eldred." I don't want to hear that title a second time. ”

The corners of Art's mouth oozed blood, half of his cheeks were swollen high, and the slap mercilessly slapped away his previous moment of fragility, and he reverted to the silent young man beside the Marquis of White Hart Castle. "Please forgive me for my rudeness, my lord." He whispered.

"Don't take it as an example." The Marquis of Eldred said coldly, turned and walked upstairs, "I'm going to visit my sister tonight, you can get ready, call Rainier." By the way," he paused, "by the way, inform Instructor Baker to come and get someone, that fat pig has been with me long enough." ”

"Understood, I'll arrange it." Art said.