Fox. Luo Yanta no longer remembered how he answered his father's question, and even how he finally left the Rotunda Chamber.

Until midnight, the young knight, who had been arrogant and conceited, and who longed to inherit the family's future title and marry the Pearl of Salk, was now sitting alone in the dark corner of the balcony of his room, like a withered and rotten tree. Even, even Harris, an old servant who had been waiting by Fawkes's side since he was a child, couldn't help but feel endless pain and sadness when he saw his master's situation at this moment.

"Have you heard, Lord Lord has publicly announced today that he has abolished the succession to the title of Young Master Fawkes." A little farther away, in the outer room of the suite, an inferior maid looked cautiously in the direction of the balcony and whispered to another maid beside her.

"Of course I heard about it, and now it's spread all over the Rhineberg. Even the businessmen below are talking about this important matter. The other maid was a little younger and had a slightly sharper voice.

"Yes, Master Fawkes is really pitiful. Since I came back more than a month ago, I was covered in injuries. Not to mention that there are a lot of broken bones all over the body, and even the eyes have been blinded. Think about it, how handsome and handsome the original young master was! As she could not see the movement on the balcony, the older maid had to give up, and then she pouted, and sighed as if sorry, but her eyes shone with a certain schadenfreude.

"Who's to say it isn't. Moreover, Lord Lord said such terrible things in public today, which was almost going to force Young Master Fox to death. "The little maid seems to have a straighter belly, and it's a bit of a Fawkes. Luo Yanta is uneven.

"Shhhh The older maid hurriedly waved her hand to her companion to lower her voice, but soon approached and asked in a low voice, "Eh, what did Lord Lord say about that?" I haven't understood, you tell me again. ”

"How!?" The little maid despised the coarseness and dullness of the big maid, but she patiently repeated it: "Lord Lord said: 'The Luo Yanta family, there is no need for cowards'. ”

"Haha, yes, that's it, coward!" When the older maid heard the word again, she was a little excited and carried away, and even danced with her hands.

"What nonsense are you talking here! Don't quit yet! At this moment, Harris, who had already heard the voice, suddenly appeared in front of the two maids and scolded in a low and stern voice.

"Yes, Harris is in charge." Like a mouse seeing a cat, the two maids immediately saluted Harris in panic, and then retreated as if fleeing.

"Alas!" Looking at the door that was quickly closed, the old servant Harris couldn't help but sigh.

The aristocratic family is like this, the powerful are majestic and responsive; And once they lose their power and are frustrated, not only will their own interests be greatly damaged, but even those lowly servants dare to take pleasure in it and wantonly degrade it.

However, Harris, who was full of worry, had no intention of punishing the two maids further. Even if the two are heavily fined at the moment, for Fox. Luo Yanta didn't help in the slightest, but had a bad reputation as "angry with a servant".

Looking at the large pendulum clock by the wall, the hour hand was pointing to one o'clock in the morning.

Harris sighed again, went into another small room, and quickly brought out a plate of cold roast chicken and a basket of fragrant croissants to Fawkes' side on the balcony.

"Young Master, let's eat something. You haven't eaten in a day. Harris laid down his plate at the round table on the balcony, walked gently to Fawkes's recliner, bent down, and whispered in his ear.

"Hehe, it's Harris." As if awakened from sleepwalking, Fawkes slowly turned his head, looked at the familiar old servant vacantly, and smiled more ugly than crying. …,

"Young master, you want to open some. The master is just angry for a while, maybe he will forgive the young master in a few days. Harris turned his head sideways, unable to bear to look at the young man in front of him, but said words of relief that he didn't even believe.

"My father was right, 'The Royanta family doesn't need cowards'. There is no need for cowards ... yes, I'm a pathetic coward! Oh my God, why didn't I die honorably that day, and choose to live so cowardly! Fawkes looked at the old servant and muttered to himself, tears drizzling down the balcony floor.

"Young Master, Young Master!" Fox looked at Fox who was already on the verge of collapse with some panic, and hurriedly persuaded: "It's not your fault, you are the real victim." All of this qiē is the sin of those evil thieves. May God punish them! Why hasn't Viscount Salk hanged all those thieves on the gallows until now! ”

"The thief's fault... Yes, it's the thief's fault. However, there is also that Moriarty, and the real murderer is that hateful Moriarty. It was he who robbed me of Hanover; It was he who drove me out of Windsor Castle; It was he who made me a coward, a coward who was rejected by my family and my father! "It's as if he suddenly found the culprit who framed him, Fawkes. Luo Yanta struggled to get up straight from the chaise longue in one fell swoop, his eyes full of hatred and anger that could almost set the entire Rhineberg on fire.

"Young Master, you mean Sir Ensberg? He—" Hearing the name "Moriarty", the old servant couldn't help but be startled, and then asked in a low voice.

"That's him, the murderer who killed me!" Fawkes gritted his teeth, red blood from the corners of his mouth.

"I heard rumors today that Baron Ensberg is about to marry a new wife, and that Sir Ernsberg has left Ivy Manor with him." Harris thought for a moment and said.

"Ha, he also has today, what a retribution! I lost my inheritance and a qiē, and he himself was kicked out of the house like a lost dog. Ha ha... Ha ha! "All of a sudden, Fox. Luo Yanta laughed wildly as if he was crazy, and in the quiet night, the voice immediately spread far and wide.

"But—" Looking at Fawkes, who was crying and laughing like a madman, the old servant stopped talking.

"But what?" Fawkes asked sharply with a "smile" away.

"But I have also heard that Sir Engsberg will soon be leaving Kent to study abroad." Harris hurriedly added.

"Moriarty wants to go? This murderer wants to run away after committing such a great evil? Fawkes's face instantly turned hideous, like an evil ghost.

"Should... It's like this..."For a moment, the old servant Harris was a little afraid of Fawkes's terrifying eyes, and said in a trembling voice.

"No, I won't allow it, I won't allow him to get away like that... Since God does not punish him, then I will do it! "Fox. Luo Yanta stomped his foot with a "snap", but forgot that he had injured his leg, and almost immediately fell down.

"Young Master, be careful." Harris hurriedly stepped forward to hold on.

"Harris, how many gold coins do I have left in my account?" Letting the old servant hold himself, Fawkes looked at the dark and lightless sky and asked hoarsely.

"And five thousand gold coins." As Fox's true confidant, Harris is directly in charge of the private vault for him.

"Take it all out."

"What are you going to do?" The old servant was shocked again.

"I'm going to buy his life..."Fox. Luo Yanta looked at the frightened old servant and smiled fiercely, with a twisted pleasure in despair.

……

It's been nearly three weeks since she said goodbye to Ivy Manor, and Moriarty has been quietly living in Shell Villa, like a hermit.

During this time, Baron Ensberg also sent people to visit him twice, but both times came and went in a hurry, leaving not a word. Martiel, on the other hand, sends a letter almost every two or three days, asking him about the latest situation and asking him some small questions about floral arrangement. However, at the end of the letter, Martil would "specially" piggyback on the latest "anecdotes" in the county. Including Fox. The "grapevine" of the deposed family succession of Royanta and the fact that the aristocratic circles of Kent had listed themselves alongside Fox as the "saddest man" of the year, Moriarty knew all about them. …,

And for his "fall" again to become a hot topic in Kent, Moriarty does not care and does not care. Just like in the Ivy League, he remained focused on his plans and study schedules. Aside from being able to "spar swordsmanship" with the Hamilton knights every morning, Moriarty's life is nothing to say.

Perhaps because of the special attention of the old butler Hugo, the servants stationed in the Shell Villa did not dare to show any contempt for Moriarty because of some changes within the family, but served the young master who was about to bid farewell to Ensberg more carefully and respectfully. Especially during Moriarty's daily meditation routine, the servants of the entire villa would spontaneously gather in the kitchen on the ground floor, the farthest from the study, and sit in a circle, not daring to make the slightest noise.

"Alright, you go down and rest." Approaching midnight, Moriarty finished her day's routine, took a cup of ivy tea from the butler's hand, and smiled.

"Yes, young master, please rest early." The butler smiled and bowed, and then exited the study.

“… It's late autumn..."After drinking half a cup of mint tea, only to feel that his spirit had completely recovered, Moriarty looked out the window at the mountains and forests under the bright moonlight, and then turned his gaze back to a pale pink letter on the desk.

It was a letter from Martiel, which I received this afternoon.

The content of the letter is still an exchange of greetings and some small entanglements about flowers and plants. However, at the end of the letter, Martiel mentions that in the near future the nobles of Kent will make a decision on the final disposition of the thieves.

"Hopefully someone will survive." Moriarty sighed softly and drank the cup of tea

The increase in tickets has always been weak, alas~~~ Is it also affected by the market?