That's impossible.

The Count of Hertha, who was almost suffocated, was dizzy, and barely refreshed himself, so that he did not faint from the rush of fire.

"How do you ...... That's impossible. It can't be ......," he said, almost in a panic, and then suddenly began to struggle, making a lot of noise. Seeing this, the visitor kicked him in the abdomen mercilessly—in an instant, the pain that spread throughout his body made him stop his movements.

The Earl of Hertha, who had never been treated like this, and who had always been pampered, was forced to tears by this sudden pain.

"Look at your reaction, it's really real, right?" The man slowly closed the piece of paper. "Do you think for yourself are you going to keep your mouth shut and not tell the truth—or are you going to just let me kill you and then publish this stuff? You should know that some of the details above cannot be faked, and the nobles of the Ballahat region will confirm the accuracy of the above information after investigating by various means, and I am very confident that after killing you, I can fake a fake scene of your own suicide in fear of guilt - at that time, your life, and your cherished family property and reputation will be ruined, and everyone will know that you are a pervert with dirty desires in the bottom of your heart - what, do you want to try? ”

Count Hertha couldn't help but imagine the scene that the visitor had said—indeed, the piece of paper read out not only about his trip to Paradise, but also some crucial information that he himself could never deny. As for how it was leaked, this is no longer known - the only thing he knows is that the threat of the person in front of him is very likely to come true.

Now, do you have any other way out?

"Look at you, it seems that there is some deep and complex background in it...... And I actually know that you're not the only one in the city who has been involved in this. The man's words surprised Count Hertha - he had thought that the person who had come was some bold friend of Count Ammancia, but the words of the young man in front of him could not have meant anything other than an obvious meaning.

"Hmm...... To check your sincerity, take a test here. Let me ask you, looking at the way you looked just now, you should know who else I am referring to, who else is besides you? ”

“…… Could it be...... Pander to...... Oman...... Hmmm......"

"What's wrong? Promise-only ...... It's Count Ammancia, that's right. And he seems to be close to you for a few days......" This sentence surprised Count Hertha even more - indeed, it was Count Amasia who suddenly and mysteriously returned after a few days of disappearance, and then instigated himself to improvise such as "celebrate your promotion", which made him contaminate himself with that evil place.

“…… And what about him? The comer's words interrupted his thoughts again. It seems that the answer of the Count of Ammancia still does not satisfy him.

"Is there anyone else?" Count Hertha instinctively surprised. The latter did not reply, but seemed to be lost in thought.

"Don't he know ......? The three of them weren't in a gang? Well, that's a bit of a hassle. Heliga looked at it for a moment, and indeed—the surprise and confusion on Count Hertha's face was not disguised. He really didn't know that there was a third person involved. The Viscount Lightning, who did not have a good reputation among the local aristocracy, seemed to be the most hidden of the three.

However, it would be better to find a little opportunity to investigate these things. Heiliga thought so, the performance of the Count Hertha just now has clearly shown that there is a subtle connection between these three people. And since Count Amencia himself is in a high position in the aristocratic circle of the Duke, it will be very difficult to deal with it if he really wants to attack, so he doesn't want to expose his existence too early and too much.

"I ...... What should I do? The Count of Hertha's voice was inaudible, and he didn't know if he was asking Heiliga or if he was talking to himself.

He had just found something similar to a personal diary in his bedside table—it mentioned that Count Hertha lived a very regular life, basically staying at home and going out occasionally, and his activities were limited to the area around the public capital. He almost never travels far away, even because of his work, he will set a schedule and relevant regulations with the housekeeper in advance, and notify the people in the public circle in time in case they have business to discuss but cannot find him. Therefore, if such a person was taken away directly by himself like this, it must be very strange in the eyes of other nobles.

In addition, although he had heard about it from Jusses, after careful examination, Heliga still found it very strange. The Count of Hertha's room hardly had any of the extravagant ornaments he had imagined, and it was only a comfortable room. There were no fine incense or spices that were so popular with the aristocracy, or fine porcelain from the East, nor furniture from famous manufacturers, and it seemed that the Count of Herta had no such shady hobby as drugs—at least no sign of Heliga had found any of them, which made his haggard appearance all the more suspicious.

It's not a side effect of taking drugs, is it because my heart is tormented and it's been a long time? Somehow such an idea came to Heiliga's heart.

Therefore, he decided to test it - to see what the reaction of the Count of Hertha was, and then decide what to do. Unexpectedly, this idea doesn't seem to be entirely groundless.

Because of this, after thinking about it, he decided to take a little risk. Although the result has been determined, it is true that these three people are the culprits in question, but the specific details are not clear to him, and he hopes to better investigate and get more out of it.

"Hmm...... I think that's good. Heiliga thought for a moment and said, "Although I would love to take you away privately and ask you for strict questioning...... But in doing so, your disappearance is bound to alert the local nobles. So, I think it's better not to take too many risks. However, I would like you to wait every Friday from 7 to 9 p.m. at my designated location in the Lunalia Natural Park – I'll ask you for more details when the time comes. ”

"I ...... I see. For a moment, the Count of Hertha seemed to have the courage to ask rhetorical questions, such as who he really was, and what he really wanted. But in the end, he still didn't say anything.

"Remember...... Don't tell anyone, including your most trusted butler. If he asks, you can just make an excuse to prevaricate. Of course, if you think Count Amencia can keep you, you can also try to snitch him and see if he can help you. With that, the figure of Heliga disappeared out of thin air from the presence of Count Hertha; And at some point, the handcuffs on Count Hertha's wrists were also opened.

The cold wind blew, leaving only the Count of Hertha, tangled, contradictory and painful, alone.

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