Cathy came to his father's study, his handsome face was accustomed to a big smile, he knew from the maid that this matter was not easy, and told the maid that the maid was trembling when he came to see him, and the more he needed to keep his calm attitude.

He knocked on the door and entered: "Father, do you have something to do with me?" ”

Calvin, the spellcaster who belonged to the Elroy family, has left, leaving only Count Elroy and his son in the office.

Seeing the smile on his face, the muscles of Count Elroy's face trembled, and he looked at his son and asked flatly, "Kathy, has something happened recently that makes you feel unpleasant?" ”

Cathy shook her head, "There's no such thing. ”

Count Elroy stood up, picked up a glass of wine from the table and poured it slowly: "No? So what made you buy a murderer to kill a nobleman of social status? ”

Cathy's expression froze, his smile disappeared, he didn't expect to be discovered by his father so soon, he had already been mentally prepared and a set of rhetoric, pretending to be indignant and said: "It's not a pity that such a scumbag died!" He is Diana's fiancée, but he is merry behind her back, and I don't want to see Diana marry such a scumbag. ”

Diana Cromwell, who the Earl of Elroy knew who she was, was the daughter of a merchant who rarely attended social events, and who was very well received in the social circles, and it would be a cause for celebration if she could become Cathy's wife. But compared to risking the entire family being pinched to death like an ant by a high-ranking mage, she was far from qualified.

Cathy was stupid enough to provoke the caster family for the sake of a woman!?

"Oh, then you can be regarded as doing a great deed for the people." Count Elroy said lightly, handed a glass of red wine to his son, poured a glass himself, and only then took a sip The anger in his heart completely exploded, when will his straw bale son be a little smarter? His right hand holding the glass quilt slammed into Cathy's head!

"Smack!" Glass splattered, and bright red liquid ran down Cathy's head staining his shirt red, and he didn't know if it was red wine or his blood.

"Father!?"

Cathy covered his head and was smashed to the ground, Count Elroy's right hand was also scratched by the glass, and he didn't feel his anger finish kicking Cathy's body and roaring: "Cathy! My son, I don't care who you're shooting at or what your reasons are, but I want you to remember who you're shooting at and who you're trying to kill! Don't you know that!? ”

Cathy was frightened by this scene, it was the first time in so many years that he had seen his father so angry, like a wild beast out of control, blood flowed from his fingers, and he lay on the ground trembling: "Father... Father, I don't understand what you mean. ”

"Stand up."

Count Elroy turned around and picked up the letter on the table and threw it to him: "The person you sent, that is, the Kirton Lester, has disappeared from this world, just a little bit, our entire Elroy family will go to the funeral because of your mistake, buy and kill the descendant of a high-ranking mage, a nobleman, even if this matter is exposed to the royal family or the Supreme Court, no one will be on our side, and they will laugh at our stupidity after the Elroy family is destroyed." ”

"Now get me out of the house at once, and you won't be allowed to participate in any social activities or leave the house for three years, unless you plan to give up the surname Elroy."

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Harvey didn't know what the consequences of his letter would be, he lived in seclusion for several days, occasionally wandering the streets, and when he walked on the street, the [Negative Energy Viper] was in a state of exertion all the time, and anyone who attacked him from any direction would be attacked by the [Negative Energy Viper] at the first time.

But his vigilance was all wasted, as if nothing had ever happened, and no Assassin had suddenly attacked him.

He was a little relieved, it seemed that his letter was still of some use, and most of the secular nobles still did not dare to offend the caster.

In the bedroom mansion, Harvey has been practicing various spells since the morning, and he is familiar with the knowledge including the stars, he already has the foundation to analyze a spell, and the higher the control of the spell, the stronger his strength is. At lunchtime, Harvey thought carefully: "This matter is definitely impossible to expose, but you can test the attitude of the Elroy family towards this matter, and simply implement the fox and tiger power, well~~ Maybe you can solve this matter with the hands of Count Devon Henrietta." ”

After the intelligence of his attribute panel improved, it cannot be said that his IQ has changed qualitatively, but his thinking reaction, logical thinking, and radioactive thinking ability have improved a lot, and he found a solution after thinking about it for a while.

The Count of Devon Henrietta and Scott met, and with Scott as the intermediary, the two reached an agreement, and the Count of Devon Henrietta obtained the national publishing rights of The Count of Monte Cristo, based on the fact that the interests of the two men were the same. Then Leonard's publishing house, which banned "The Count of Monte Cristo", can be said to be the common enemy of the two, killing two birds with one stone, and it should be time to settle accounts after the autumn, and by the way, determine the attitude of the Elroy family.

Harvey wrote a letter detailing everything that had happened to The Count of Monte Cristo at Leonard's publishing house, its competition with a mediocre work, the unfair treatment it had encountered, its joint banning, and so on, euphemistically expressing the hope that Count Devon Henrietta would handle it well. It just so happened that he had received a windfall from Lester's suitcase, and he didn't bother with the cost and sent the letter out by express mail.

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In less than half a day, the Count of Devon Henrietta, who was far away in Norton, received an express letter from the city of Elroy, and he could not help but be excited to learn that the sender was Alexander, the author of The Count of Monte Cristo.

After reading "The Count of Monte Cristo", the author Alexander has already been listed by him as one of the few characters worthy of real respect.

Unwrapping the envelope, Count Devon Henrietta eagerly read this letter from the author of The Count of Monte Cristo in his study.

"Dear Count Devon Henrietta,

Hello, I am Alexander, the author of The Count of Monte Cristo, the novelist with whom you have signed a contract of cooperation, and my real name is Harvey Adrian. Originally, I didn't want to bother you too much except for cooperation, but Mr. Scott told me that you are also the vice president of the Literary Society, so I would like to ask for your help...

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The Count of Monte Cristo was able to escape from the joint suppression of Leonard not only because the novel itself is of good quality, but also because I was fortunate enough to know Mr. Scott, without his help, "The Count of Monte Cristo" might only be sold in some informal bookstores for the rest of its life, and I believe that only a truly fertile soil can produce excellent works.

Harvey Adrian, pen name Alexander, was written on November 7, 1325 in the Barron calendar. ”

After reading it, Count Devon Henrietta's mood was poured with cold water, and then his chest was full of anger, and he cursed loudly: "There is such a thing!? No wonder Mr. Alexander was so angry that a novel that could change the history of literature was almost buried, and that such a sordid creative environment would only lead to the decay of literature. ”

The Count of Devon Henrietta, the vice-president of the Literary Society, was not surprised by similar repressions, which he was already disgusted with, and the fact that "The Count of Monte Cristo" faced such an incident made him even more uneasy.

He wrote a reply.

"Dear Mr. Harvey Adrian,

Thank you for your letter, my chest is filled with anger after reading the contents of the envelope you sent, and I can rest assured that I, Devon Henrietta, a member of the Norton Literary Society, will not turn a blind eye.

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