Chapter 213: Despair
You must know that the reason why the nobles of these other realms are here today is because Crofts made a promise to them to give them part of the territory or treasure, which is why their lords sent people to support them.
But who knows, when I came here, I only saw a farce, and even the direct heir did not die, and Crofts talked about inheriting the Holling, which is simply nonsense.
Before coming to the Hall Lord's welcome, they had promised their lord that they would fight for a lot of benefits.
Judging from the current situation, except for a few sips of red wine and a few snacks, there is nothing to gain, how can you face your lord after you come back?
Crofts never imagined that he would fail so completely, one moment he was still beaming at the success of his plan, and the next moment everything changed.
Although he is not the heir of the Hall family, as the younger brother of Earl Hall, he still has the blood of the Hall family, so he used means to make his brother bedridden, and then faked the death of his nephew, and sent someone to assassinate his nephew, and finally took his niece.
This series of operations is not uncommon among the nobles, as long as there are no loopholes and no evidence in everything he does, even if other nobles know that he did it, they will not be able to shake everything he is about to obtain.
But when the assassination of the heir failed, and the other party was allowed to come at the moment of such a noble banquet, this undoubtedly made Croaves unable to even carry out the final killing move.
After all, all the things he did were not on the table, and once they were revealed, they would inevitably be shouted and beaten like a mouse.
Crofts ignored the disgruntled nobles next to him, and spoke directly to Philimon. "Philippon, that's what your father meant."
"My father?" A sarcastic smile appeared on Philimon's face, "Not to mention that Diana's age is far from being married, even if you want to be married, it is impossible to choose you, my dear Uncle Croves!" ”
Although Croves was a little uneasy in his heart, there was no panic on his face, and he said calmly: "Philemon, I know you don't believe it, but all this is indeed your father's decision, which he made when he was bedridden due to illness and heard about your death, in order to prevent everything in our Hall family from disappearing. ”
A smile flashed in Croves' eyes, what he said was naturally made up, but he believed that Philemon would have absolutely no harm in refuting his words.
After all, in the past month, Crofts has also said the same thing in the external propaganda, and now the only person who can prove that what he said is a lie is lying on the bed motionless, and you don't even have to worry about the other party exposing yourself.
Therefore, even if he loses the opportunity to continue the Hale family's fortune, he can still be his dashing viscount, and at best it is more unpleasant.
In the absence of exactly, Philippon, as his nephew, could not be too directed at him.
"Really?" A somewhat weak voice came from outside the hall door.
Everyone turned their heads to look and saw an old man with neat short white hair and a beard, supported by several maids.
The old man walked slowly to the center of the hall where Philemon was, not glancing at Crofts, who was further ahead.
And after the old man came in, Clovs's eyes were also full of disbelief, and there was even a kind of despair in his eyes.
"Croves, my dear brother, I don't remember pushing Diana into the abyss with my own hands and promising such an immoral wedding."
"You...... Impossible, impossible. Croves shook his head in despair, "Didn't you become a living dead long ago?" You can't move your body except your eyes, and even the best doctor will never be able to cure you. ”
The nobles in the hall began to whisper.
"The living dead? I don't think it looks like it, Earl Hall is a little weak at best. ”
"Yes, Earl Hall's appearance as rumoredly being in a coma in bed is at best a minor illness."
"I don't know if Earl Hall has become a living dead or not, but I do know that Croves will definitely become a living dead."
“......”
"That's right, I did become a living dead, and even the best doctor in Hall couldn't cure me, but ......," Count Hall admitted, and then looked at Gu Fan next to him, "The Grey Holy Son of the Church of Light has successfully rescued me from the darkness. ”
At this time, many nobles looked at Gu Fan, who had been staying next to Philimon.
There is hatred, anger, jealousy, speculation, gratitude, scrutiny, and so on and so forth......
"Haven't you heard of the Church of Light?"
"For those who possess this kind of healing skill, the Church of Light must not be an ordinary church."
"I thought the white robe he was wearing was just ordinary clothes, but it turned out that he was really a pastor and a son of God in the church."
"He doesn't look like he's twenty years old at most, so young, does he really have that good medical skills?"
"It shouldn't be wrong, after all, even Earl Hall has recognized his medical skills."
For the eyes around him, Gu Fan nodded slightly and showed a smile.
Sometimes life is so wonderful, when Gu Fan first came to this city, thinking that there would be a fierce battle in a few days, and even when he was thinking about how to reasonably match the light magic technique, the original dangerous situation of Philimon suddenly changed.
After Philemon went to the courtyard, he quickly contacted General Zeon through the secret line, then learned about some die-hard elements, and finally through them he turned a nobleman who had long since surrendered to Croves.
This led to the group going to the room where Earl Hall was being held without danger, and they were treated yesterday.
And in order to lower the vigilance of Croves and some rebellious nobles, Philemon and Earl Hall did not start acting yesterday, but deliberately delayed the time to today, when the wedding began.
From this seemingly simple process, Gu Fan also knew that every nobleman was not a fuel-efficient lamp, even if Count Hall died, as long as Philemon was still alive, as long as he was alive, he could clean up Croaves with the means left by Count Hall.
At most, the process is a little more troublesome.
"I ...... I ......" Crofts opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
Suddenly, he looked at some of the nobles who had taken refuge in him, only to find that these people either did not dare to look at him, or pretended to look angry at him, and had long forgotten the promise he had made to him.