"Master Angelo, please come here." In the long hallway, the light was dim. A well-dressed maid led the way.

"Your Excellency's room shouldn't be on this floor, right?"

After all, Angelo has also lived in the Viscount's house for nearly ten years, and he is also clear about the structure of the Viscount's mansion.

"Young Master Angelo doesn't know, in the past few years, the master's health is not as good as before, and from time to time he has a minor illness, so he sleeps in a separate room with his wife."

Although Miss Maid's answer couldn't find any loopholes, Angelo still had a bad premonition in her heart, and today's Viscount's Mansion seemed to be too quiet.

"Your Excellency the Viscount is seriously ill, what about the others?"

"They are all in the master's room with the master."

"No, I mean the other people."

The head of the family was sick, and he didn't see the servants busy with things.

"The old man likes to be pure, but this time he suddenly fell seriously ill, and the lady ordered us to move quietly and be sure. Young Master Angelo, here's it, this is the room. ”

The maid opened the door for Angelo, and Angelo walked in, confused. The room was large, with a white grand piano in it, which was where Angelo and his brothers used to practice, and the room was connected to a bedroom, and Angelo walked towards the bedroom, but it was empty.

He hurried back to the door, but it was too late, the door was locked, and no matter how much he knocked for help, no one answered. He ran to the window, which was also locked.

Angelo was anxious. He was now trapped here, which means that the Earl and the Viscount already knew that he had learned the truth, and that they had tricked him out of the Earl's Court and locked him up here in order for their plans to go smoothly. The question is, how do they know? Did Jill say it was leaking?

Angelo paced back and forth in the room, he checked the entire room, there were no sharp objects in the room that could open doors or windows, not even sharp objects.

He was very worried about Phoebe and Lady Athenie who were still in the Earl's Court, and no one knew if the Count would attack Phoebe or when they would completely resurrect Lady Atheni. The worst-case scenario is these two days.

Angelo sat on the bench next to the piano, pressing the keys anxiously, and the old piano leaked dull notes.

He was locked up for a day, no one came to bring food, and the water in the room was almost finished. At night, he was still thinking about how to escape, but drowsiness struck uncontrollably, and he forced himself not to sleep, but he was defeated by the powerful sleepiness.

Early the next morning, food and water were placed in the room.

Angelo was surprised. He has always slept lightly, and if there is any movement in the middle of the night, he will wake up immediately. But last night, I was obviously preoccupied, but I fell asleep quickly, and I slept very deeply.

He walked over to the food and water, picked up the kettle, and carefully examined the liquid—in which, most likely, was drugged.

Can't panic or rush, Angelo hinted to himself that in this game, whoever is impulsive first and who is emotional first will lose. He walked over to the piano and sat down, struck the keys, and began to play it skillfully. During this time, he could hear that a few keys were out of tune, and it should have been a long time since anyone had played them.

The sound of the piano continued into the evening, and Angelo did not eat or drink, but only played the piano vigorously. In the middle of the night, he finally put on the piano. The next day, he played the piano as usual.

In the past two days, no one has come to bring him food and water, and he has not eaten a drop of water, and his body is a little unbearable.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door.

"Who's in the room?"

This is Jill's voice.

"It's me, Angelo, you're finally here, open the door."

The tracks Angelo plays these days are all what Jill likes. Although Jill used to behave in a dissolute manner and was uneducated, he was very talented in music. No one in this house will play the piano except him.

"I can't open it without a key, why are you locked inside?"

"You'll have to ask Your Excellency the Viscount about that." Angelo replied angrily.

"Angelo, are they already suspicious of you, father?" Jill was a little anxious. "What did you do? Suspected so quickly? ”

"I also want to ask if you leaked the news? I was pushed out before I even started moving. ”

"I didn't say anything."

It's strange that since he hasn't acted yet, and Jill is talkative, how did the Count know about this?

"Jill, early tomorrow morning, when you go to see the viscount, you will say that I have something important to discuss with him, and this matter is related to the development of your family." Angelo said.

"Okay, I got it. Tomorrow, I'll go to Count Shakma's house to see Phoebe......"

Through the door panel, the other party's voice is not so clear.

Angelo whispered, "Thank you", I don't know if Jill heard it.

Jill did a great job, and Angelo met the viscount without incident, but there were still layers of guards outside the room.

"Your Excellency, your illness can toss me enough." Angelo drank his tea, angry.

"Tell me, what are you looking for me? If it's about letting you go, don't talk about it. The viscount sat opposite, on crutches.

"Don't worry, let's talk about the relationship between father and son first."

The viscount snorted disdainfully, the love of father and son, this was brought to the table, like a joke.

"It's hard for you to remember that I was your real father." He spoke sarcastically.

"Your Excellency, you have gone a little too far. Don't forget that I came here as soon as you got sick, or you wouldn't be locked up here. ”

"Let's talk about it, Jill says it's about the development of our family."

Angelo poured himself a new cup of tea, blowing on the hot air. The reason why he asked Jill to convey such words was because he knew the Viscount all too well. The Viscount is a man of good nature, the first rat at both ends, tending to be inflammatory, doing anything for the sake of the family's reputation and interests, and can abandon anything.

"I know very well why you are friendly with Count Shakma. You befriended the Count in exchange for fame and status. You are very clever, you have gained a lot of wealth with the help of Count Shakma, and you have also made many dignitaries. But you don't seem to understand a little, now you can count on the count, but what about the future? After a hundred years from the earl, who should you rely on if your family wants to continue to prosper? Angelo smiled, his tone bordering on menacing.

The Viscount clenched his crutches hard. Indeed, Angelo was not wrong. All these years, he had been obedient to the Count. But when the earl is a hundred years later, how he will deal with himself, this point is still thinking about this. The Viscount originally planned to discuss the marriage with the Earl after this was completed, firstly, to strengthen the ties between the two families, and secondly, to take Phoebe in his own hands and control Angelo in the future. But the marriage was delayed.

"Who do I rely on? What does this have to do with you? ”

"Father," the title Angelo hadn't used for ten years, and he deliberately leaned forward with a sly smile.

"The future Count of Shakma is me."

In the past, he had no interest in the title, and when he walked away, everyone called him Master Angelo, and envied him as the future heir of the Shakma family. But Angelo never felt that the knighthood would bring him some substantial benefits. Whether it's money or reputation, he doesn't care about it, all he cares about is his family. When he was in the Viscount's family, he once imagined that he was born in an ordinary family, and although he might not be hungry, at least he didn't have to intrigue, and he could live a safe and smooth life. I thought that I could realize this wish in the earl's house, but in the end, it was also a dream.

"Father, we deserve to be father and son. You can use anything you want. ”

The Viscount pondered, his black cane dug into the carpet, his black eyes full of calculations and schemes. He replied, and his mustache danced with it.

"What guarantee do you use to keep you from going back on your word in the future?"

"My sister, Phoebe." Angelo replied, "Didn't my father always want my brother to marry the young lady of the Shakma family?" But the Count never agreed to the marriage, do you know why? ”

"Why?" The Count asked.

"Because I don't agree, and neither does Phoebe. As long as Phoebe nods, the marriage can be done. Phoebe usually listens to me the most, and as long as I say yes, she can accept it. I didn't agree with it before because of the old things between us, but now I figure it out. I can see that my brother really likes Phoebe, and I'm relieved to give Phoebe to him...... Father, is this deal going well with your heart? ”

While the viscount was still hesitating, Angelo continued: "Father, do you think that if the Earl really resurrected Lady Chelsea, could it be Charlotte next?" Although Charlotte is also the young lady of the Shakma family, who do you think your brother likes? Who do I care more about? ”

"The Earl will not resurrect Charlotte, he told me."

"Not necessarily. Mrs. Chelsea can't live without Charlotte, do you think the earl, who loves Madame dearly, would sacrifice someone else for her sake? ”

After a long silence, the Count replied, "Good." What else do you want to say. ”

Angelo raised the corners of her mouth and smiled smugly.

"Father, please tell me what the Earl's plans are? And the witch you found for him, who is sacred? ”

"The Earl intends to resurrect Lady Chelsea at Easter. My order this time was to trap you here and release you after Easter. ”

"How exactly is it resurrected?"

"I don't know what Miss Su means."

"Miss Sue?" Angelo asked.

"Miss Su is the witch in your mouth. I don't know who she is. I met her on a ship from China Eastern Airlines. She is said to grant people's wishes. The rest, I don't know. ”

Fulfilling people's desires? People who possess this ability are either gods or devils. But do gods and demons really exist? Angelo was puzzled. But what he can be sure of is that neither Phoebe nor Lady Arsenie will be in danger until Easter.

"Thank you, father, and I will prove to you that you and I made the right choice to work together."

Angelo smiled lightly and took a sip of tea, hiding his thoughts.

Now he is full of lies, and after all, he has become the hypocrisy he hates the most.