In the dead manor, people come and go, and they move like a stream.

The guards stood guard as usual according to the regulations, but most of them had a faint sadness on their faces. They were not grieving the death of their lord, but they were hovering about their uncertain future and life.

It is a well-known fact that the guards who have signed the dragon blood contract will inevitably lose their whole body strength after the death of the lord, and most of them will not survive the pass of the dragon blood poison. Even if you can survive, you can only survive. At least half of the guards at Bergen Manor had a dragon blood pact with Andrew—though some took more dragon blood, others less dragon blood. The latter may still have some hope of survival, but the former is basically doomed.

The hall used to hold the banquet was solemn at this time, and the woman's crying could be faintly heard.

The clerk and the tax collector looked solemn, Andrew's body was now being placed in the hall, and according to the custom of the Dragonman Empire, every dead dragonman lord should be buried in the cemetery of the realm. Just like his father and grandfather, Andrew. Lippi's funeral should be presided over by the closest brother, and if not, it must be done by a close friend. But the embarrassing thing is that the Lippi family is actually a single generation in Andrew's generation, and there are no collateral blood relatives. As for his friends, Andrew is none of them, not even ordinary aristocratic friends - this characteristic is also one of the reasons why the people in black chose Andrew to do it.

In other words, Andrew's funeral simply had no one to preside over it. If it goes any further, the person who presides over the funeral must be appointed by the top administrator of the region, but Baisha Town is far away from the big pudding city, and it will take ten days and half a month to go back and forth, to say the least, and by the time someone sends it, I'm afraid Andrew's body will have already rotted.

There is another thing that disturbs the clerk and the tax collector, and that is the escalation of the matter. The Lippi family is a fief opened up by the pioneer knights, in fact, it belongs to the royal family of Ruha himself, Andrew was assassinated, how to report this matter, whether to report it to the Great Pudding City or to the City of the End, this is another headache.

The clerk's eyes were red, the tax collector's brow was furrowed, and the two were basically Andrew's most trusted subordinates, who were responsible for handling the relevant affairs in the territory. It stands to reason that as soon as the dragon lord died, the two of them were the supreme executives of the territory of Baisha Town, but in order to save money, Andrew did not report the positions of the two at all, so in the archives of Big Pudding City, the territory of Baisha Town has always been run by Andrew alone. None of the rest were official officials of the Empire, and even in such an emergency, they did not have the power to give orders.

I have to say that this situation is also unique in the Empire, after all, the dragonmen who are isolated to the point of Andrew are unprecedented, and it is also true that White Sands Town is located in the middle of nowhere, and it is difficult to make friends.

"Miss Chloe, we are all deeply saddened and heartbroken by the departure of Lord Andrew. Please don't be too upset......" The clerk pretended to comfort the girl who was crying bitterly on Andrew's body.

Chloe's crying stopped abruptly, and she rubbed her scarlet eyes, and the pear blossom's rainy face was extremely distressing. Even the clerk, who has always been cold-blooded, was faintly moved, and couldn't help but think in his heart that it seemed that Chloe and Andrew's relationship was much deeper than what he had usually seen.

At this time, Chloe suddenly said pitifully: "Lord Amman, I have something to say to you, I wonder if I can talk about it alone?" ”

The clerk was stunned for a moment, and he glanced at his old friend beside him. The tax officer smiled slightly: "My lord, I am here to watch, you two don't have to worry." ”

So the clerk and Chloe went to Andrew's study.

"Miss Chloe, what's the matter?" Amman asked, feigned curiosity.

Chloe still hadn't wiped away the tears from her face - most of them, of course, were for her dead aunt, who few knew that her aunt's sudden death had something to do with Andrew's brutal beatings. Now that Andrew has finally died, she simply vented her depression and pain while acting.

"Lord Amman, actually, there is one thing that you may not know." Chloe said with a slurrel.

"What's the matter? Miss, but it doesn't hurt. Amman's heart moved, and he had a vague guess.

"Lord Andrew, in fact, is my biological father." Chloe said calmly.

"Miss Chloe, your origin may not be clear to others, but Lord Li Gen and I (the tax collector) do. When your aunt and Lord Andrew got married, we did it all by ourselves, and I only know that you are the niece of the lord's wife. Why did you suddenly become the daughter of the lord? Ammanpi said with a smile: "This joke is not interesting, it is not so easy for us humans to pretend to be dragonmen, right?" ”

"Old fox!" Chloe cursed in her heart, but she was still calm on the surface: "Lord Amman, I know you may not believe it, in fact, I only recently learned about it. I am my father's illegitimate daughter, and I am not related to the lord's wife, and when I first entered Bergen Manor, I used the name of the lord's wife and niece, just because my father wanted to hide it. After all, in his early years, he always valued his reputation among the nobles of the empire, and my appearance may be a stain on him. ”

"It's an unimaginable story." Amman was still silent, in fact, he had already scolded in his heart: If you are the illegitimate daughter of the lord, will the lord's wife be so good to you?

"That's true, but this genealogy, you should have seen it." Chloe threw the killer idea directly.

Amman's face changed slightly, and he naturally knew Andrew's genealogy: "Can you open it?" ”

Chloe nodded, handing over the genealogy that had been opened beforehand.

Amman looked through the genealogy suspiciously, when he saw Chloe. When Lippi was on his way, he couldn't help but jump his eyelids.

"Maybe you still can't believe it, but I can't find anyone else who can help me but you." Chloe said pitifully, "My father is dead, and no one believes that I am his daughter, and I am thinking that maybe you can help me." ”

Amman was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "I can't afford to do that." And I can't help you. ”

"Lord Amman, I do have dragonman blood in me—though so meager that I am otherwise almost identical to you humans." Chloe said calmly: "Besides, no one would go to this small place in White Sands Town without bothering to verify it, right?" Of course, even if I want to verify, I'm not afraid. I was able to open this genealogy, and it proved that I was indeed my father's daughter. ”

"I know you have a good relationship with Sir Petrus in the Great Pudding City. All I needed was a letter of proof. You get the idea. Chloe gave Amman a deep look and continued, "If I inherit White Sands, your position will not only not be replaced by someone else, but will be stronger. Because I need your help, and the two shops you opened privately and the team that sells illicit salt can all come to the stage, and I am not my greedy father, and I will not ask you for any of your hard money. ”

Amman's heart pounded.

"I need time to think about it." The clerk replied succinctly.

"Of course," Chloe smiled confidently, "can you help get Lord Reagan to come in as well?" ”

"As you wish, Miss Chloe."

……

"Does this thing really solve the problem?" In the middle of the valley, Jamal fell to the ground in pain, hesitating in the face of a red potion handed over by Duran.

The rest of the people were not treated so well, and they were all violently opened by Iron Skin, and a whole bottle of hemolytic potion was poured into it. In this captured squad, except for Chili and Zinke, who were recruits who did not take dragon blood, the rest of them were fighting against the dragon blood poison attack at this time.

"Try it, or what else can you do? Sitting? Duran smiled: "If you can survive, I will let you do something with me." ”

"What a gift." Jamal muttered, drank the potion, and looked at Duran's eyes with a somewhat complicated look: "You actually did it, it's crazy." ”

"Crazy? Perhaps. Duran's gaze was off into the distance, "There's a lot more crazy going on, I mean, if you can stay alive—"

"You will have the privilege of witnessing the advent of a new era, a truly crazy era......"

(End of Volume II)

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