Under the moonlight, one after another stirring, melodious, or light dance music lingered in the golden hall of the official residence of Viscount Salk. No one cares if time passes or not. As long as most people don't stop dancing because they're tired, the dance won't end.

Tonight, the hardest and busiest are none other than Moriarty and Matiel. There is hardly a chance to stop, and as soon as a song ends, someone will immediately come up and invite you.

In this regard, Matiel is undoubtedly much more advantageous. About an hour and a half ago, Salk Pearl had gone back to her room for a nap, citing fatigue. As a man, Moriarty can only keep smiling all the time, and is handed over from the hands of one girl to another.

It was midnight, and the band's tunes were getting deeper and lower, but the atmosphere was more ambiguous. Even the candlelight in the hall was deliberately depressed.

At this moment, on the dance floor, a brown-haired aristocratic girl was resting her head gently on Moriarty's shoulder, with a satisfied smile on her face. Moriarty, on the other hand, put his arms around the girl's delicate waist and whispered and laughed with her from time to time.

And just before everyone knew it, the door of the hall was slowly opened. Then, with a slight hurry, Salk's butler walked in from outside, heading straight for Viscount Salk, with a letter sealed in red clay in his hand.

Seeing this, the people gathered around the viscount dispersed automatically.

The butler came to the Viscount, whispered for a moment, and then handed over the letter.

Viscount Salk then took it apart and began to read. The letter did not seem to be very long, but in a minute the viscount put it back away, but did not respond to it, and the butler withdrew.

However, after a few more minutes, the butler entered the hall again.

This time, his steps were much faster than before. After hurrying to the viscount's side, the butler cautiously whispered into his ear.

In an instant, Moriarty, who had long noticed the abnormality, found that the old man's face seemed to freeze suddenly. At the same time, a seemingly non-existent coercion swept through the entire hall in an instant.

With his instincts, Moriarty knew something had to happen.

After a few brief words of instruction to the butler, Viscount Salk turned and left the hall directly. However, most of the nobles didn't care about this, at most they just thought that the viscount had some minor trouble that needed to be dealt with temporarily.

A qiē seems to be unharmed, the dance music is still beautiful, and the dancers are still engaged.

However, in the next few minutes, more than a dozen nobles walked out of the hall one after another after receiving some kind of prompt from Salk's butler. And these people are the owners or representatives of the major families of Kent.

Not long after, Salk's butler also came to Moriarty, who was on the dance floor.

The girl in her arms looked at the butler who suddenly interrupted her dance steps with a little surprise, but after being slightly stunned, she realized that something was wrong, and then smiled sweetly at Moriati, and politely left first.

"Lord Sir, the Viscount has you invited you to the side hall." The butler looked at Moriarty apologetically and said softly.

"Okay." Morarty nodded, stepped off the dance floor, and walked out of the hall.

Outside the hall, there were already servants waiting. As soon as he saw Moriarty appear, he immediately stepped forward respectfully to lead the way. After passing through a long hallway, the two came to a room with a closed door.

"Please come in, Lord Sir."

The servant knocked lightly on the door, and the door opened, and Moriarty nodded, and stepped inside.

In the room, there is a huge conference room. The viscount sat among them, and the other nobles who had been invited to the place sat around. However, judging from the situation in the room, the viscount had not yet started this secret meeting, and the men did not know why they had been summoned here. …,

"Well, come and sit here, Moriarty." When Moriarty entered the room, the viscount nodded, pointed to a seat beside him, and then said to the servant, "No one is allowed to come in without my summons." ”

"Yes, sir!" The butler immediately agreed, leading all the servants out of the chamber quickly, while closing the door tightly.

"Viscount, what's going on?"

Now, every nobleman present knew that something big must have happened. Lord Herring, the oldest of all the people in the room, spoke first to Viscount Salk.

"Yes. But to be precise, two things happened. At this moment, Sir Salk completely lost his smile, and his tight cheeks seemed to be made of iron.

"First things first—" Without waiting for any further inquiry, the Viscount continued: "Ten minutes ago I received a letter from Viscount Remiba of Ogshire. ”

"Augshire... Viscount Remiba..."Everyone looked at each other.

By location, County Auger is located in the north-west of Kent. The two counties are similar in size and have similar geographical environments. Moreover, for a long time, the noble circle between the two counties has been married, so it can be said that the relationship is quite close. And the Viscount Remiba mentioned by Viscount Salk is one of the three viscounts of Auger and the nephew of Viscount Salk. Because his mother was born in Windsor Castle. Therefore, the nobles of Kent are also quite familiar with this Viscount Remiba.

"Viscount, Viscount Remiba's letter...", a nobleman asked.

Remiba's letter was simple, he said that a few days ago a bandar of thieves numbering nearly a hundred had been routed by the local knights in Aug. Sadly, however, nearly half of the members of this bandit escaped the encirclement and crossed the Guò border into our Kent county. ”

"What, bandits?"

"Dozens of thieves?"

"Oh my God!"

Viscount Salk had just finished speaking, and immediately, most of the nobles in the conference hall whispered.

It's no wonder they're so out of shape, the long-paced Kent hasn't used a sword for a long time. This time, according to Viscount Remiba's letter, it was the outlaw thieves who numbered forty or fifty in the county of Kent. These desperate thieves are even more terrible than organized bands of thieves, because these outlaws have no scruples or restraints, and they will loot everything they see like locusts, including farms, grain, livestock, and women.

"Why would the knights of Auger let these terrible thieves escape the county's borders? Don't they know that wounded wolves are the most terrible? Lord Crete of the Cretan family was the first to hold back, stood up, and said angrily in a loud voice.

Everyone knows that most of the Cretan estates were concentrated near the border between Kent and Augershire and it is easy to imagine how the family estate was in danger.

"Lord Crete, please sit down first." Viscount Salk looked at the other party and said coldly.

Immediately, Lord Crete took a deep breath and sat back in his seat.

Remiba also mentioned in the letter that in this group of thieves, there are at least three mid-level warriors and more than a dozen low-level warriors. When engaged, the thieves were almost as powerful as the knightly armies of the nobility. If it weren't for the nobles of Ogg County joining forces, I am afraid that they would not necessarily be able to defeat the enemy. Viscount Salk continued.

"Three mid-level warriors..."Hearing this, there was another low sigh in the conference hall.

In Kent, there are only two viscounts, Baron Ensberg, and a few lords' families who have a mid-level warrior vassal. And most of the nobles are at most armed with some low-level warriors, or even peasant soldiers. With such strength, there is certainly no problem in suppressing the tenant farmers in the mining area and maintaining the daily rule of the aristocracy. But once you encounter a bandit with multiple mid-level fighters and a small group of low-level fighters, it is a far cry. It can even be said that if these thieves from Auger were still in their prime, most of the Kent noble families would not have the strength to fight against them. …,

"However, Remiba said that one of the three mid-tier thieves was killed on the spot during the breakout, and nearly half of the low-level thief warriors were also killed in battle." Viscount Salk said again.

"There are also two intermediate ranks—" Lord Herin clasped his hands together and lowered his eyes.

It seems that despite the lack of one mid-level thief, the remaining two and the group of thieves under his leadership still cannot make the nobles feel relieved or reassured.

"Viscount, what about the other thing?" At this time, Moriarty turned his gaze to Viscount Salk and asked.

"There's another thing that has to do with it, and it's very tricky." Salk looked back at Moriarty with a strange look in his eyes.

"What is it?"

"Just five minutes after receiving Viscount Remiba's letter, I received the news again that Sir Royanta's party on the way back to Rhineberg had been attacked by an unknown source." Salk stood up, looked at the people in the conference hall, and said slowly.

"Oh my God!"

"Sir Royanta!"

"It's the thieves!"

For a while, all the nobles present stood up one after another.

"So what's going on?" Moriarty also stood up and asked.

"A soldier of the Royanta family who fled back to Windsor Castle reported that Sir Royanta had been attacked near the 'Valley of the Guillotin'. Because of the strength of the opponent, Sir Royanta's guard lasted less than five minutes before collapsing. Most of the guards were killed in battle, and Sir Royanta seemed to have been captured by the other side. Viscount Salk said in a low voice, "And the soldier said that there are quite a few people on the other side with an Augshire accent." ”

"Looks like the thieves did it." Lord Herring sighed heavily.

"So, the soldier now?"

"Because he was seriously wounded, the soldier died after just a few words." The viscount finally said.