After Cronin and the others were hanged, their families were all taken away by the housekeeper Roy, and they could indeed survive, but the final outcome may not be much better than death.

Charles has made clear his attitude towards traitors, that is, he will not forgive, and as a steward who specializes in black and dirty work, he must naturally obey the will of his master and set an example for others to be vigilant enough.

Similarly, the knights who had been following the Charr had received considerable rewards, and Cronin and the others still had some savings, and the Charles did not mind giving a portion of it to the warriors who had worked for them.

Butler Roy: "Master, Cronin's family has a message that Bono and Momberza also came back last night, and only left here this morning to return to their own territory, should we kill them like Cronin?"

Charles slowly turned his head to look, "You don't think that's appropriate?"

The housekeeper Roy said cautiously: "Master, Cronin and the others are already commoners, and if they die, they will die, and Bono and Momberza are still nobles! ”

"Exile, what are the consequences if I kill them?"

Roy: "It will give the lord a reputation for tyranny and murder, because after all, they have not openly betrayed you, and it may also attract questions from the House of Lords, if the lord insists on their death, I will arrange for them to die outside of Lorraine!"

Charles was silent for a moment, then finally nodded, "You do it yourself, and if they are willing to go into exile, leave their lives for the time being!"

"Obey the order, sir!"

A few hours later, Viscount Bono, who had just arrived home to catch his breath, received the bad news like a thunderbolt from the blue.

"Cronin......... Dead?"

Roy: "Yes, hanged!"

“............”

"Count Berun defeated?"

Viscount Bono really didn't believe that Charles would be so bold, nor did he believe that the bullish Berun had failed so quickly.

"He's already back to Nasser, and the Marquis asked me to ask you, is it exile or rebellion?"

Viscount Bono sat down in his chair and was speechless for a long time.

He couldn't understand how that stupid kid who everyone looked down on was so powerful in just a few months.

............

............

The two royal knights took him out of the manor castle and immediately abandoned the carriage and took him to the path, tied him to his horse and bumped around for most of the day, until it was dark and stopped.

"I'm sorry Lord Earl, but we have to guard against that mad marquis chasing us. ”

The two royal knights explained coldly and stopped paying attention to Béruen, and today they were humiliated the most in their lives, all because of Berun's impulsiveness and arrogance.

Béruen's body was numb, no longer painful or bleeding, but more desperate.

This means that some part of his body has been missing.

"I want him to die, he must die, I'm going to see His Majesty, I'm going to his sister........."

Berun muttered nervously, repeating the vicious curse over and over again, staring blankly at the cloudy night sky, a resentment lingering in his chest.

"Gollum!"

A strange sound sounded in Béruen's stomach, waking him up from his numbness.

The taste of hunger humiliated Berun, only the inferior would be hungry, and the nobles ate six meals a day and never went hungry.

Béruen was furious, "Franley, shouldn't you serve me to eat first?"

No one responded to him.

"Bastard, you two ........."

Béruen sat up with difficulty, and saw that the two royal knights, who were still cooking the fire just now, had fallen to the ground, lifeless.

Bérune's fears were finally fulfilled, and he shouted inwardly, "Who is here, do you know how serious the culpability is for the murder of a member of the royal family?"

"If you're so scared, why don't you run away? Oh! Your leg is broken!"

A vague figure emerged from the darkness and slowly approached Berun, the beating bonfire shining on him, but it could not dispel the black fog from his body.

"Are you......... Believer of darkness?"

Berun was also a seventh- or eighth-rank transcendent, and when he saw the appearance of the person, he immediately guessed the origin of the other party.

"It's really strange, you don't seem to be as scared as you were when you saw me, is there anyone more terrifying to you than us Night Cultists?"

"Can I still live if I meet you?"

Berun looked down at his calves and smiled, as if relieved, "Actually, I'm dead now, maybe it's better than alive." ”

The vague figure said lightly: "If you are willing to believe in darkness, I can restore you to all your abilities, even stronger than the original!"

“............”

"Let me be a rat hiding in the dark......? It can't be done!" Béruen hesitated, but the faith in light that he had accumulated over the years made him refuse.

"Let's play a game and see if you're as loyal to the light as you think. ”

The vague figure suddenly reached out and grabbed Berun's shoulder, sharp nails piercing his flesh, and a dark aura poured into Berun's body.

"You...... I will never ......"

Berun suddenly shut up, for a large number of images suddenly appeared in his mind, as if he had a dream out of thin air, but the dream felt real and clear to him.

All kinds of cruel and bloody games are more exciting than the most secret gatherings in aristocratic circles, with vague figures killing, torture, and howling, and all kinds of restrictive images constantly impact Berun's mental defense.

All the women who had desires in Berun appeared in his dreams, and the queen, princess, and lord of the county were all as humble and obedient as dogs at his feet, and they dared not obey him to be bullied and humiliated.

"It's a temptation to fall, it's not true......."

Berun had experienced a similar dream when he had awakened and risen to the ranks, so he didn't sink immediately, but he unconsciously enjoyed it.

But when he saw Charles, the handsome young marquis smirked at him, his handsome face distorted and ugly.

The glimmer of clarity in Béruen's mind was finally infected by darkness,

"You're dead, you're dead, I'm going to kill you......."

In the dream, Berun bravely rushed towards the Charles, just as he had done in the knight duel not long ago.

The Charles in the dream was no match for Belun at all, and the brave Berun easily knocked him down, and then began the brutal torture, breaking his left leg, breaking his right leg, and breaking his calf.......

But outside the dream, the vague figure was already smirking.

Béruen's body originally had a strong spiritual power that was constantly fighting with the black qi, but it suddenly collapsed in an instant, and the black qi covered his entire body.

His legs did recover, but his flesh and blood cowered at a speed visible to the naked eye, his palms became as sharp as the claws of a beast, long nails grew, and the misty black qi slowly penetrated his whole body, and his otherwise handsome face became as gloomy as a demon.

He fell in a dream.

After a long time, Béruen, who had completely changed, stood up, stared at the blurred figure in front of him stupidly, and said mechanically: "Master, Berun is willing to serve you. ”

"Call me the Divine Messenger. ”

"Your Majesty, I will kill Charles Chevalier. ”

"Who is Charles Chevalier?"

"I ...... ...... kill Charles Chevalier."

"Hehe, I thought you were so special!"

In Béruhn's demented eyes, a hint of mockery flashed.

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