"You did something wrong, I won't let you inherit..."

Duke Angmar's unfinished words were interrupted, but Francis was clearly not going to take chances and think that it was his father's joke. Now the facts are in front of you... Her father's body is dying day by day, and as long as Sally lives, she may not be able to inherit all the wealth of the territory!

"What to do... What to do..."

He grabbed his meticulously groomed hair, sweat from his anxiety almost soaking the hair on his forehead, and the fear and uneasiness that rose in his heart made him paced back and forth in front of the fireplace, unable to stop.

Young Francis did not have the deep city that only middle-aged people would have, and although he was able to calm down in front of most things, he was completely confused when it came to the succession to the title that he cared about most.

The direct descendants of the Russifron family are only him and Sally, although there are a lot of aunts and uncles in the side lineage, but the only one who can really inherit the title is Sally.

He had foreseen many scenarios, and even fantasized that his father would eventually tell him that he could inherit this huge territory, but now, his father's sudden words were like a heavy hammer, shattering all his beautiful visions and leaving him with no way out.

"Could it be... Do you really want to tear your face with Rosicrucius? ”

Francis couldn't help but think of the ultimate plan he had the least to think about, but after weighing it countless times, he found that he had no choice - either kill Sally or wait for himself to watch the power fall.

Having grown up with Sally since he was a child, he naturally understands this sister's ability, if he hands over all the resources and manpower of the territory to her, I am afraid that he will not even have the opportunity to assassinate the other party!

His gaze slowly shifted, and finally he saw the information about Sally collected by his subordinates on the table, and clenched his fists slightly.

After closing his eyes and thinking for a moment, he had already made a rudimentary plan in his heart, and walked out of the door, the face that was still hideous and distorted just now had returned to its former calm, and ordered to the maid at the door: "I want to go to Moria Manor for a few days, go and prepare the carriage, and I will leave tomorrow, by the way, let Willy come over." ”

The maid departed after receiving the order, and in a short time Willy, hunched over, came to the young earl's house—when the door was closed, the smiling expression on his face disappeared in an instant, and the cold command voice was low and emotionless:

"Go find someone, do it in the shortest possible time, and kill Sally."

There was a pause.

"I'm going to be in Moria Manor for the rest of this time, and I won't have anything to do with what happened in Hollier. Got it? ”

Willie pursed his lips and whispered, "Yes, master!" ”

******

September 1.

No matter how the conspirators' machinations weave a web, for the vast majority of people in Hollier, life is still just life. The things that the nobles considered never had much to do with them.

It's late summer and early autumn, and the hustle and bustle of the city is almost at its peak of the year.

Just after the day of the grain harvest, the lords have begun their new round of taxation, and if the farmers have a surplus after paying the taxes, they will choose to sell some grain in exchange for some necessities.

The cries of the merchants came and went in the square, and from early morning to dusk and sunset, the juggle troupe set up a stage in the square, and the jumping fires and the exclamations of the audience were always heard. The taverns around were skept-drunk, and the bard held the viele in his hand and sang a popular ballad to the cheerful accompaniment.

The beggars lay on their backs on the street corners of the slums, waving their hands from time to time to ward off the flies hovering beside them, and did not have to worry about the bad weather or where the next meal would be, as they did in winter.

In a city with a resident population of 20,000 and a floating population of about 25,000, the daily scene is largely dominated by this atmosphere.

The streets were untidy, the carriages occasionally smelled of foul droppings drifting through them, and the civilians were mostly dressed in dark gray tones, with a hint of blandness in the noise—a sentiment that Sally felt in every time she looked out the window.

Over the course of several months, the young duke's daughter had fully adapted to life in the monastery. The monotony is a bit monotonous, but in fact, the original life in the Duke's Palace is not much better, so she has more of an attitude of being at ease with what happens.

The prayer was over, and when she was done with the day's business, she wrote something unknown to others in her room, and on the parchment in her hand was written the tasks she had assigned to her subordinates outside the monastery these days—by now, she had barely built up an intelligence network outside the monastery, extending her tentacles to several major towns in the realm, and the farthest being the place marked at the beginning of the letter—

Nolan Village.

"Missing... Led two teams of scouts into the grassland... Is it really to trouble the orcs? ”

The same news was a complete joke to Francis's ears, but Sally did not show any disdain, but read it several times solemnly, and finally confirmed some possibility in her heart.

The girl's mind is always a little complicated, she is worried that Roddy will have an accident, and she has also thought about the worst possibility... For example, because of some accidents, Luo Di finally died in the boundless grassland-

Phew, can't think so.

Every time those unimaginable but irrepressible pictures pop up in her mind, she always feels that her heart is beating fast for no reason, and then she will examine the other party's position in her mind from an absolutely calm angle in her heart...

Who is he? Is it worth worrying about?

He's just a bastard, and he's just trying to take advantage of you!

He...

His fingers clenched the parchment paper in his hand slightly, and he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

I haven't seen each other for more than four months, and Roddy in my mind seems to have blurred even his appearance, but on the contrary, the wonderful "intersections" between the other party and myself have become more and more profound - when facing the Scorpion King, the other party throws himself out of the scorpion king, when facing Francis, he lets himself sneak with a necklace, and pushes himself to the other end of the ruins in the mine... All kinds of images flashed, some were grateful, some were ashamed, some were guilty, and some were lost.

Thinking of the last time she met him, taking the soft armor he made with her own hands, and looking at his back and walking away, Sally pursed her lips slightly, but she felt that she couldn't find the other party's place in her heart at all.

Exhaling slowly, Sally got up and straightened her robes, the afternoon sun shining through the window, her long white blonde hair gently tied up, shining with a crystal light.

"Perhaps... He's forgotten about me. ”

I always complain like this in my mouth, but the sentences in my heart are diametrically opposite. The ambivalence continued, and Sally stepped out of the bedroom and headed for the chapel in front of the convent—usually the nuns would answer doctrinal questions for the faithful in the antechamber, and by sunset, the day's work would be completed.

Along the way, many congregants respectfully saluted the "priest candidate", and Sally returned the salute with a smile, occasionally saying hello to some familiar congregants. Born into an aristocratic family, she was so adept at handling human relationships that almost most of the entire monastery were friendly to her, and even a few who were a little cold did not dare to show any disrespect because of her status and status.

"Sally, Booker went to the tavern a few days ago to eavesdrop on the story told by the bard, it sounds interesting!"

A brown-haired girl followed Sally's footsteps, and the relationship seemed to be very familiar, and she was a close friend in the monastery.

Of course, it is also because the girl named Chrissy is the daughter of a viscount, and the same aristocratic ancestry makes it naturally easier for them to "get together" - naturally, Chrissy is not too interested in other commoner-born believers, and the "feminine" friendship with Sally is more obvious.

"Booker always likes to run around, and the Bishop will blame him if he knows it," Sally smiled, "what is the story that excites you so much?" What kind of knight fights with dragons? ”

"No, no, no, you wouldn't think of it." Chrissy's head shook like a rattle, "Those childish stories of knights and princesses should be told to children who haven't heard the call, hey... What Booker hears is a story about orcs! ”

Chris looked around, as if to see if more people were attracted to her words. Not surprisingly, three or four young ones stopped with curious expressions and slowly approached.

After all, many of the believers are only twenty years old, and it is not realistic for them to study all day long with a tome at this age, so the atmosphere of the monks and nuns in the monastery is still very relaxed and not as serious as imagined.

"Murderous orcs! In the past, my father used to scare me when he mentioned it, and I had never heard of a story about them, but Booker heard a very novel version this time, and he said-uh... Sally? ”

Chrissy stopped talking because she suddenly realized that something didn't seem right with Sally's expression.

"Huh? Orcs, that's right, orcs, ah... This story should be fascinating, I was just wondering where these orc stories would come from? ”

Sally was smiling, but not much, her fingers under her robe clenched slightly, and her pace slowed down a little.

Chrissy only thought that she had a delusion just now, and continued: "Booker said a lot, he talked about the fluttering eyebrows, about the battles that took place on the border that the bard talked about, about the strong orcs, about the valiant human warriors, about the wolf cavalry... It seems that it was the war of Emperor Conn against the orcs. ”

Sally's eyes narrowed slightly, and she was slightly melancholy and lost in her heart, nodded perfunctorily, and said, "And then?" ”

"But as with the old stories, the bard also told a story about scouts - hey, honestly, I didn't even know what they did until Booker told me the word 'scouts.'"

"Reprimand... Scout? ”

"That's right, soldiers who carry out reconnaissance missions, obtain information, and sacrifice their lives for their country before the battle. I used to always hear about how heroic a knight was, but later I realized that many things in the road were the credit they had the cheekiness to take from themselves, and the real meritorious ones were actually scouts like 'little people' in many cases. ”

The two walked side by side, Chrissy began to tell the story she had just heard, while Sally listened silently, her eyes looking ahead, and at one moment, as if she had heard something that touched her heartstrings, she felt her nose inexplicably a little sour.

“… Killing ten wolf cavalry and leading the team to kill those orcs who committed evil deeds sounds really exciting, doesn't it? ”

Chrissy excitedly made a "slashing" motion and turned her head, only to find Sally rubbing her eyes hard.

"Sally?"

Somewhat flustered, she shifted her gaze to the side, Sally blinked vigorously, dispelled the inexplicable mist in front of her, and waved her hand to indicate that there was nothing wrong - and when Chrissy told the story of the group of scouts who rushed into the orc kingdom in order to avenge the dead villagers, Sally finally stopped, with a little apology, and said in an uncontrolled voice, "Chris... It occurred to me that I might not be able to go to church in the afternoon, and I apologized to Bishop Benjamin for me. ”

Ignoring Chrissy's answer, she turned and ran back to her room, the parchment she had seen so many times in her hand crumpled tightly into a ball.

"Bastard... Finally remembered to come to me! ”