"Hmm...... Although it is not as good as the mansions of the Count of Goti and the Count of Amancia, it can be regarded as a small sparrow with all kinds of organs. Standing not far away, on the roof of another house, Heliga took advantage of the cover of night to observe the house of the Count of Hertha.

The door to the house opens to the west, and the road itself is one of the residential streets where the nobles of Baryahat lived, but most of them were occupied by low-ranking nobles - it seems that although the title was promoted, the Count of Hertha did not move to another gathering place where the high-ranking nobles lived. If it was only the first or second year, it would probably be understandable, but seven or eight years have passed, and he still doesn't have this meaning, which inevitably makes Helriga wonder.

Was it really because he wanted to avoid seeing Count Ammancia?

The size of the house itself is not large, and the main building is a duplex three-story bungalow that is very much in line with the average aristocracy. Towards the east, balconies were built on the third and second floors, and on the balconies there were some decorative plants that could not be named by Heliga, scattered in a scattered manner. It is worth mentioning that the distribution of plants on the second and third floors looks slightly different - the plants on the balcony on the second floor look very well cared for, while the plants on the third floor are sparse and withered.

"It seems...... His room was probably on the third floor. For just a few hours ago in the evening he had seen the gardener busy in the courtyard—very professional, mowing the little lawn in the courtyard; The ornamental vines hanging on the surrounding fence are also very neat, and it can be seen that his craftsmanship is quite secure. Then, according to the general tradition of the imperial aristocracy, the room on the second floor should be regarded as a relatively large living room or public place, allowing servants to enter at all times to clean and tidy up, and the third floor should be the room where Count Hertha himself was.

Of course, in general, no one will blame this too much on such issues. The only person who could see these plants was his neighbor, who was currently enjoying bedtime refreshments and preparing for bed, unaware that an uninvited guest was standing on the roof of his house. As an imperial nobleman, the owner of this house would not stare at the balcony of Count Hertha, and judge the plants on the balconies on the second and third floors of his house. Combined with his strange nature, Helriga felt that he was probably careless about these things, and that these plants were used by him to relieve boredom in his spare time, or because this was his room, and therefore the servants came in less often.

The room to the north was supposed to belong to the servants—the Count of Hertha had very few people in his house, except for two maids, a gardener, and a butler who had never been seen, but was supposed to be in the room. At this point in time, the maid was probably already asleep, and it didn't really matter who the butler or the Count Hertha was the one who stayed up late.

With a leap of his hand, Heliga quietly descended into the home of Count Hertha and activated a covert life detection spell. Sure enough, there were two people snoring slightly in the north room, and one person in the hall on the first floor and one person in the master bedroom on the third floor had not yet slept.

"Because of the effects of the Duke of Elbaria's wrath...... Tonight, there was not a single nobleman on this street who had the leisure to go out for a walk. Heliga calmed down, and said that at this point in time, the possibility of accidents is even lower, "Well, I'll be a little bolder and go straight in from Count Hertha." ”

After speaking, he skillfully took out a set of clothes that he had prepared a long time ago and wrapped himself tightly.

Then, with a clear breath, he took a vertical leap and climbed up to the protrusion in the mud tiles painted on the outside of the house.

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At first, the Earl of Hertha thought he had misheard.

He was already mentally weakened by the long-term tension, and he had to go through very painful torture every night before he could fall asleep. Later, after a long time, he simply chose to dig out a book or two or newspapers in the bedroom, and read them carefully under the guiding light until fatigue hit. Therefore, although the current time is very late for the nobles in most cases, he does not think that he has any hallucinations due to the exhaustion caused by staying up late.

"Maybe I got a lot of stimulation today...... Alas, at this time of year, it's basically like this. Count Hertha laughed to himself, "Amanthia's fellow......" Count Hertha, who mentioned the name, showed a look of disgust and remorse, and then began to froze - it was a few seconds before he shook his head violently, trying to get the thought out of his mind.

"Knock knock." Again, the cold, the sound of windows being banged. The Count of Hertha was once again drawn over, his bloodshot eyes staring uncomfortably at the bright moon outside the window—it was evident that there was nothing there. As always, it's crystal clear.

This time, however, the Count of Hertha could no longer act as if nothing had happened. He walked over, opened the window, and looked around—as he could see, there was nothing in the surrounding streets, as usual.

"It really looks like a hallucination...... Alas. Thinking like this, he closed the window sullenly. Then, after a moment's thought, he clicked a button on the bedside. After a while, the hurried footsteps of the conscientious old butler came from outside the door, "Master? ”

"Good work...... Something happened during the day today...... You can help me get some medicine. ”

"What medicine do you want?" The old butler asked softly.

“…… Calms the mind and helps sleep. He thought for a moment and said.

These days, there are really not many people who can be trusted. He thought to himself, but this old butler who has been with him for more than 30 years and has always been loyal is an exception - because he has insomnia all the year round, he is in his fifties, and he has to stay up with him until one or two o'clock every day, which is actually quite hard. In return, the Count of Hertha offered him a high salary, enough for his three unruly sons to spend lavishly in the city.

Soon, the loyal old butler delivered him the medicine he had asked for—a special medicine that he had specially found to be prescribed by Remifilia's doctor, and which he did not use very often. However, today I was very unfortunate to be threatened by the Amanthia guy again, special circumstances, special treatment.

Not long after taking the drug, he felt a wave of sleepiness hit him. He waved his hand so that the old butler could also go and rest, and lay down on the large soft bed, hoping that the medicine would take him into a decent dream.

He would have succeeded—if it weren't for the fact that in his half-asleep state, a cold dagger had been pressed against his throat.

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