When Dante and Teresa were gone, Cadron dragged a limp Moriel out of the confessional room, and a gust of wind swept into the side hall, and he shivered fiercely, only to realize that the cold sweat had soaked his back. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Kadron stroked his chest in fear, it turned out that the rumors among the upper nobles were true, and the director of the Inquisition did have a pair of eyes like ghosts, even if he looked at each other through the lattice window, it was like being pierced by a spear in his chest!

"The goddess of order is in ...... On top, the elder grows...... The look in his eyes is simply ...... It's like a demon! Moriel's face was pale, her teeth were shivering, her speech was staccafied, and her body was shaking, as if she had just been fished out of the icy water. Caydron hugged her tightly, kissed her forehead gently, and soothed her with kind words: "It's okay, baby, they're all gone, they're all gone......"

Kedren muttered softly, the heat in Moriel's ears. His arms were indeed strong and powerful, and Moriel gradually calmed down, her head resting on Kedron's shoulder, but then her body suddenly tensed, and she raised her head to look at Kedron's face in disbelief, and just wanted to open her mouth, but Kedren covered her face.

"Don't hate me baby, you and I have heard things that we shouldn't hear, and I won't say it, but I don't know if you will say it, so ...... Don't hate me. Kedren tightened his grip on the woman in his arms, feeling the crisp sound of the delicate bones breaking in his flesh, he was still whispering, his voice was extremely soft, like catkins lingering in the wind, this was such a sound I don't know how many nuns who lived in the Twin Towers melted into his attack, but this whisper fell on Moriel's ears but it was cold like the breath of death, she could feel her chest cavity bursting under the pressure of a huge external force, and the fragments of internal organs rolled in her body with the blood of the bursting embankment. When she was dying, she remembered the admonition of her grandmother in the Twin Towers before going out:

"Viscount Kedren is not a man worthy of your trust, you are carried away by love, and you don't know how dangerous it is to give your body and mind to such a reckless nobleman! Moriel, it's too late to turn back. ”

She was so excited to go to a tryst that she didn't take her words seriously, and now she was about to die at the hands of her sweetheart.

Fear and despair froze in Moriel's eyes, her legs flicked slightly, and her whole person stopped struggling, like a bloodied little sheep, lying lifeless in Kedren's arms, only blood kept spilling from the corners of her mouth. Kedren let go of his hand and carefully laid the body flat so that his clothes would not get too much blood, then he tore off the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, wrapped the body around his waist and picked it up, and walked out of the side hall. Even though many clergy cast surprised glances along the way, no one stopped him until he walked out of the church and jumped into the carriage, so easy that Kedren himself couldn't believe it. He settled down and said to his cronies who were driving, "Go back to the hall." ”

"Yes, sir." The cronies raised their horsewhips and had a lewd smile on their faces, "Boss, why did you finish so early today?" ”

"Don't talk so much nonsense!" Kedren scolded, leaning into the carriage in exhaustion, his eyes closed, but the ghostly eyes still lingered. Kedren opened his eyes and said to his cronies, "Later, you will help me dispose of a corpse and take it to a mass grave in the lower city to be buried." ”

"Huh? What's going on? Boss, why did you kill people in your tryst? The cronie was a little surprised, and then secretly lowered his voice, "Or are you too brave, boss?" After saying that, he smiled "hey, hey, hey".

"You shouldn't ask, don't ask." For the first time in his life, Kedren began to regret making this little minion who had served him in front of the saddle when he was gathering in the mountains and forests as his own squire.

The carriage stopped in front of the hall, and Kedren stepped out of the carriage, only to find a mild-eyed young man waiting quietly at the door. Kedren looked familiar, but he couldn't remember when he had met this young man, "Are you?" He asked cautiously.

"Down there is the squire of the Marquis of Eldred, Art." The young man said politely, with an impeccable smile on his face, and the neat bangs hung down from his forehead, and he raised his hand to gently brush them open, "I've seen Lord Viscount." ”

"Ah, it's you!" Kedren remembered that he had seen the young man at the celebration that day, when he was standing behind the Marquis of Eldred, and that Kedren had clinked glasses with him a few times, "Is there anything wrong?" ”

"The Marquis will leave for White Deer Fort in a few days, and I want to entertain some colleagues before leaving." Art handed over an elaborate invitation, and Kedren's name was beautifully written in gold-dusted letters.

"Oh, that's right, I'll go when I'm free." Kedren took the invitation, absentmindedly coped with it, and walked around Art into the guild hall.

"Art awaits the arrival of the Viscount." Art said behind him.

Kedren ignored it and slammed the door of the guild hall. It was silent in the hall, and Montvoor didn't know where to go, except for an older maid kneeling in the middle of the living room wiping the floor. Kedren walked up behind the maid and kicked her ass hard. The maid threw herself forward and looked back at Kedren. "Bring wine to Lao Tzu, the more the better!" Kedren shouted hoarsely.

When Baron Montvoel returned, there was a strong smell of wine floating in the guild hall, and Kedren was drunkenly lying on the floor, holding the jar in his arms, and the cloudy liquor poured out and wet his chest, flowing freely on the floor, and there were several bottomed jars around him, and the maid stood to the side and watched at a loss.

"Daddy, what are you doing with so much alcohol in broad daylight?" Montevo stepped forward and struggled to snatch the jar from Kedron's hand, but Kedren only muttered muttered and rolled over, and Montvo vaguely heard him muttering, "I don't remember anything, really, I don't remember anything......"

"Don't remember what? Dad, what do you remember? Montvoel shook Kedren vigorously, and the latter fell asleep and snored like thunder.