"As I mentioned earlier, there are at least two conditions that need to be met in order to complete this technique. Only one has been analyzed now." Bella said, "There's another one!"

"Is it still necessary?" Rechett said, "I've already admitted it."

"No, no, no," Bella shook her index finger in front of her, "this is quite important."

"Let her go on," Isabel said, "aren't you already on your way?" Still in a hurry for a while?"

Rector had no choice but to put the sword back away.

"The other condition is to poison Mr. Terrance's tea." "This may seem like a simple question, but it's not that easy to implement. Even Mr. Rector wouldn't run over and make Mr. Terrance a cup of tea for no reason, would he? It doesn't make sense to think about that. Then, the person who took the drug may be someone else. This person has a close relationship with you, and he will not betray you. At the same time, he had to be very close to Mr. Terrance and be able to make him drink the tea he brought him naturally and without any defense. So, combining these two things, the only person who can do it—that is, your accomplice—is Terrance's current wife, Mrs. Jennifer."

All eyes were on Jennifer.

"No...... No way," said Mr. Cyril in astonishment, "how could Mother do such a thing?"

Jennifer helped Lecter kill her own husband?

"What's impossible?" Bella said, "Hasn't their relationship always been great?"

And there is such an illegitimate child as Mr. Murray.

"No, even so, I still can't believe it, how could a mother hurt a father?" Cyril shook his head desperately.

"But what if, Mr. Terrence, isn't your real father?"

"What!" Cyril felt like he had been hit by a bolt from the blue, and his expression instantly froze, "What...... How could it be ......?"

"If you don't believe me, ask her." Bella said, pointing at Jennifer.

"Tell ...... Tell me, isn't what she's telling true?" Cyril asked in a trembling voice.

Jennifer was silent.

She didn't admit it, but she didn't object either.

Obviously, this is the default.

"It's true, Master Cyril." Hiriyah spoke, "I can testify. And Mr. Murray's mother knew about it."

"No...... No——!" Cyril fell to his knees in pain, his expression distorted by the fluctuations in his emotions.

"I think the Nigels should have found out about it in the first place." "They found out that you weren't of Segovia's blood, but that Jennifer and her cousin Rector were born, so that's why you're killed. And the fragments of the Bible they left behind before they died hinted at Jennifer's cheating."

"That's right." "But even if they don't find out, I'll get rid of them sooner or later. Because as long as they live, Cyril will not be the first heir."

"But there is a certain amount that I don't quite understand." Elena asked, "Since the Nigels are gone, it is only a matter of time before Cyril inherits the title, so why would Rencht want to get rid of Mr. Terrance?"

Just wait quietly, right?

"I think my father may have been alert." Mr. Murray said, "Right?"

"Hmm." Bella nodded, "Because Mr. Terrance has been investigating the cause of death of Mr. and Mrs. Nigel for the past ten years, it is estimated that he has become aware of the matter of Jennifer and Rect, but the evidence is insufficient. Or maybe Lecter just can't wait. I'll have to ask him."

"Hmph," Rector sneered, "You're right, Terrance suddenly started to suspect Jennifer and me, and I did wait too long."

As he spoke, Rector drew his sword again.

"Two Miss Carlos, and Miss Medici. Again, this is our Castilian business, and as long as you stand by and watch, I will not embarrass you. I don't want to offend the two major families of the North and the South at once. But if I have to, I have no way out."

"I said Rychter," Isabel said suddenly, "You don't really think that I asked Murray to come here just to save my family, do you?"

"What?"

Just then, one of the guards ran up to Rect.

"Report to the sir, a large number of troops suddenly appeared outside the city, and the visual appearance is about twenty or thirty thousand." The guard said.

"What flag?" Rechett asked.

"It looks like the flag of Aragon."

"Damn." Rector frowned, "Okay, you old fox, you actually calculated me."

"Actually, it's just just in case." Isabel still said with a blank face, "Because once my brother dies, it is inevitable that someone will take advantage of the opportunity to cause chaos, and I just resorted to a foolproof solution."

"But don't forget, even if there are thousands of troops outside, my team controls the people in the city, will you not care about the lives of others?"

He seems to have grasped Isabel's weakness.

"Why don't you do that?" Mr. Murray stepped up, "Since everyone is deadlocked now, continuing will only hurt both sides. In order to avoid unnecessary sacrifices, why don't I duel with you on behalf of the families of Aragon and Segovia?"

"You?" Reicett looked at Mr. Murray.

"That's right, you killed my father and sister-in-law, and I'm qualified to challenge you, right?" Murray said with a determined look in his eyes.

Rector thought for a moment, even if he could control the entire Segovira, the army outside would indeed be in trouble after all. And Isabelle's unfathomable depth, if she really starts to do it, even if there are many people, she may not be completely sure.

After all, Isabel is also at the level of the Grand Magister.

"Okay." Rector said, "Let's finish the duel that didn't end up before!"

Murray looked at Mrs. Isabel and asked for her opinion.

Madame nodded silently.

The group retreated, and Rector ordered his men to stand by and stand by.

"Since your left hand hasn't recovered yet, I'll let you have one hand as usual." Rector said, putting his left hand behind his back.

"Before I do that, I have one more question for you." Murray said.

"What's the problem?"

"Did you plan this before Jennifer married my father? Or did you come up later?"

"Does it make any difference?" Recht asked.

"Maybe it won't turn out badly," Murray replied, "and you'll think it's my personal curiosity."

Rector was silent for a moment before he spoke—

"Actually, ......"