On a new day, the sun rises as usual. The servants of the manor wake up early to prepare a fresh and delicious breakfast for the host and guests.

However, at the breakfast meeting, when Baron Ensberg publicly announced his plans to marry Dame Farasia and that Moriarty was leaving the Ivy League to study in Bracada, the entire Swan Hall was silent except for the sound of breathing. Everyone's eyes scanned back and forth over the faces of the Baron, Moriarty, and Miss Farashia, but no one dared to speak first.

Whether it is the marriage of the baron and the daughter of the viscount of the provinces, or the departure of Moriarty as the first heir to the family from the Ivy, even for Kent, it is a great change, not to mention that everyone present is Ensberg's "own people", and their own interests have long been tightly bound to the interests of the entire Ensberg family, and it is difficult to separate. Therefore, in the face of such a sudden change, no matter how clever and intelligent people are, they will inevitably be a little at a loss and do not know what to say.

"Congratulations, Lord Baron." The first to break the silence was Salk Pearl, who was the most "neutral" of all the people present, so she had the least consideration.

"Thank you, Martier." The baron smiled faintly, as if he had a bamboo in his chest.

"Congratulations, Lord Baron; Congratulations, Miss Farazia. With Martiel's beginning, the vassals of the Ensberg family sent congratulations and blessings to the baron and the future bride. However, judging from the not-so-natural facial expressions of the crowd, it is clear that they have not been able to completely turn the corner.

Moriarty stood alone, a little further away from the baron and the dames, with a bland, carefree expression. It wasn't until all the guests had come forward to congratulate the baron that Moriarty coughed lightly and stepped forward.

Immediately, silence returned to the Swan Hall.

"Because of my studies, I am leaving Eracia and going to Bracada. Perhaps, it will be a long time before I see you again. I would like to thank you for your continued support and help. Thank you. As he spoke, Moriarty raised his white wine glass in the air.

"Have a nice trip!" Immediately, everyone in the hall raised their wine glasses in unison.

"Ensberg, everlasting! Thank you! Gulping down the wine, Moriarty let out a sigh of relief, bowed to his father, and walked out of the Swan Hall.

At noon that day, Moriarty left Ivy Manor alone in a carriage and headed to the Shell Villa near the town of Art to prepare for a month's study tour. Meanwhile, Miss Salk, after thanking the Ensberg family for their hospitality, returned to Windsor Castle under the escort of the Knights of the Round Table. As for the other guests, they also left in a hurry.

"Honey, it seems to have cooled down all of a sudden." Standing on the steps of the main building of the manor, looking at the many backs that had left one after another, Miss Farazia took the baron's arm and whispered.

Obviously, in just one morning, the vassal vassals of the Ensberg family did not immediately digest the reality that the dame was about to become the Ivy League, and the blessings sent were more of a superficial official article.

"Don't worry about anything, Hannah, it's all good." The baron looked down at his fiancée's fair face and beautiful bun, and said with a slight smile.

"Well, I believe so." Miss Farazia smiled faintly, rested her head lightly on the baron's shoulder, and said no more.

Sitting in the carriage, Moriarty looked out the window at the farmsteads and fields that kept galloping backwards, silently.

In his hand, the letter from Viscount Salk was reopened, dancing up and down in the breeze blowing in from the window. …,

"If the ivy is uninhabitable, Windsor Castle will fall down."

The Viscount's letter was very short, but it was only a few words, but it made Moriarty read it countless times.

Apparently, the well-informed old man had already learned of Baron Ensberg's marriage plan in advance from some sources, and sent Moriarty such a letter of solicitation as soon as possible.

Could it be that Viscount Salk is really so talented? Or did he act because he noticed his daughter's feelings that were not difficult to guess? Or even just an old man's help?

"I'm afraid not." Moriarty's gaze slowly swept over the golden letter again, and he shook his head slowly.

From a certain point of view, aristocratic life is political life, and the two are interconnected and unified.

As a powerful viscount who was expected to win the crown of County One of Kent, the old man had no reason to offend such a powerful ally as Ensberg for the sake of a young man who was about to lose his family inheritance. Once Moriarty was truly abandoned by the Ivy and Windsor Castle was openly contained, it was no less than Salk's declaration of war to Ensberg.

Therefore, no matter how much the viscount has a good impression of Moriarty, even if Salk Pearl openly declares that it is not Moriarty who will not marry, it will never affect the old man's political judgment.

So, after thinking about it for a long time, the only conclusion that Moriarty could draw was that Viscount Salk had become wary of the Ensberg family, which had grown rapidly after marrying a provincial nobleman, and had begun to prepare for possible future events. As for Moriarty, he has become an important chess piece in the eyes of the old man who can counter the opponent. After all, Moriarty, who was the sole heir to the Ensberg family since childhood, was expelled from the family by the baron mercilessly, but his influence on the Ensberg system was still immeasurable. Even, if things change one day, Moriarty is more likely to be the perfect excuse and banner for the viscount to directly intervene in the internal affairs of the Ensberg family.

"Nobles, this is nobles." Moriarty shook his head and sighed.

However, for Moriarty, neither the Ivy League nor Windsor Castle is his goal. And only the snow-capped ice fields of Bracada are the real first stop of his new life.

Therefore, even if the Viscount's letter is a hundred times more moving, it will only be regarded as a corner of Noda's anger and abandonment.

At nightfall, the carriage finally arrived at the Shell Villa after a long journey.

The Shell Villa is a chic two-storey white building perched on a hill. At the foot of the hill is the town of Aat, an important commercial town in Kent, and the trading center of the Ensberg family. Although it is adjacent to the prosperous town of Yate, it is built on the hill outside the town and the access to the mountain is not easy, so the mid-mountain area where the villa is located is sparsely populated and the environment is quiet.

It is said that when the villa was built five years ago, it was designed by Moriarty's mother herself. The shape of the villa resembles a white oyster that is half-open and half-closed, hence the name Shell Villa.

When Moriarty stepped out of the carriage, he was greeted by two servants, a man and a woman.

Because the Shell Villa has always been used only for the Ensberg family to rest and relax, there are not many servants waiting here on weekdays. In addition, Moriarty's mother has died, and the Shell Villa has been sealed for a time. It was only this morning that an urgent order was received from the Ivy League, and the servants went up the mountain from the town of Yat to clean up and arrange, and finally arranged a qiē before the arrival of Moriarty. According to the direct instructions of the old butler, nearly ten people, including cooks, maids, and male servants, have settled in the Shell Villa to serve Moriarty's daily life.

"Welcome, Master Moriarty." Led by the housekeeper, all the servants stood in front of the villa door and saluted Moriarty. …,

"Well, bring dinner to the study, and we'll talk about the rest tomorrow." Moriarty nodded slightly, and then entered the study of the villa under the guidance of the villa butler, and never came out again all night.

As the news of Baron Ensberg's imminent marriage and Moriarty's departure spread rapidly throughout Kent, almost the entire county's nobles and nobles were talking about these two "big things" for some time. For outsiders, the "strange change" at the core of the Ensberg family is arguably the biggest news in Kent in recent years, outside of the burglar invasion; For insiders, the emergence of the new hostess of Ivy League and the marginalization of the original family heir Moriarty are closely related to their own and the family's vested interests, no matter how much research and analysis are exaggerated.

"Matiel, what do you think of that Hannah. How about Farazia? In a conservatory at Windsor Castle, Viscount Salk asked as he looked at his daughter, who was carefully watering a small bush of roses, holding a snow-white sepiolite pipe in her hand.

"What else, a noble lady who has committed a nymphomaniac." Matiel replied in a low voice without looking back, and then, with a slight wrinkle in her nose, turned back to the old man and complained, "Oh, Daddy, don't smoke here anymore, you see my flowers are going to blacken you." ”

"Okay, okay." The viscount hurriedly pressed his thumb to the mouth of the bucket so as not to be dissatisfied with his daughter: "So, you are not optimistic about the new marriage of Ensberg? The old man asked, still smiling.

"Typical political marriage." Matiel seemed uninterested in the news of the Ensberg family, and continued to turn around and play with her flowers.

"Our little ones look like they're going to have some trouble, though. After all, how does the old saying come about, by the way, 'if you have a stepmother, you will have a stepfather'. The position of Ensberg's heir will not be able to sit in a few days. The viscount said lightly.

"Maybe. However, Morty seems to have her own plans. At this moment, Matiel turned around again and looked at her father seriously.

"I hope so. But there are a lot of people who are waiting to see a good show, and those who plan to fall into the well. With that, the old man shrugged his shoulders and left the brand-new flower house.

Leaving Martil alone, she continued to stand in front of the roses, silent

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