In the Marquis's mansion in Robben City, there was an uproar as a group of males returned with the smell of heavy smoke and burnt roasted meat.

The Marquise only had time to glance at her husband with great concern, and then took her maid and the physician who had been prepared long ago to surround the wounded.

"Let's start with Lord Howard. Barry pushed away the guards who had carried him all the way back, staggering to pick up the most secure-looking middle-aged man from several physicians, and shoved him towards Howard, who had turned into a beast.

Marquis Robben looked at Barry with a little hesitation when he heard the voice, his lips moved but he couldn't open his mouth in the end, but turned around and met Count Or, who had already walked down from the stairs with one arm hanging from the news.

"Why is he ...... here?" Count Orr almost fixed his eyes on Barry, who was burned in the crowd and was still particularly abrupt because of the color of his hair, and a bad premonition came up from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't help but make his steps down the stairs a little eager.

"...... is he?" Although Marquis Robben knew that Barry was with Luna, he had not known Barry since he left the royal city as a teenager.

"Theaia's eldest son, Barry Tiger, he stayed with Her Royal Highness the Princess, and now he is here, what about His Highness?" Orr, who had always been less emotional, had a rare look of panic in his big eyes.

"Earlier, you took the medicine and fell asleep, I didn't have time to tell you......" Robben looked a little annoyed, and summoned Luna through the wolf howl, summoned him to open the city gates, and entered the burning library, and then went missing out to Orr.

Orr's face immediately changed when he heard this, and almost regardless of his injured arm, he grabbed the neck of Marquis Robben with both hands, smashed him against the wall, and asked viciously:

"Amos, are you telling me that Your Highness probably died in the fire?!"

Marquis Robben's face was a little disillusioned at this moment.

Although everyone who saw the almost unquenchable fire probably knew in their hearts that it was impossible for the little princess who disappeared in the fire to be alive, but no one dared to say that now this matter that everyone knew was instantly broken by Orr, so that he could not even find the last reason to deceive himself.

"Amos, do you still deserve to say that you are a wolf? look at the way you look now! It's like a dog that can only wag its tail and beg for mercy in the city by those scholars!"

Count Orr, who has been suppressed everywhere and careful everywhere since entering Robben City, but still injured his arm, finally broke out at this moment.

The big eyes, which were always deliberately decorated with gentleness by him on weekdays, were now full of grim and ferocious cold light, but finally had the appearance of the most dangerous predator in the dark night.

The originally chaotic hall of the entire mansion fell into silence because of Orr's unrestrained outburst at this moment, but no one dared to stand up and touch Orr's brows.

Maybe it's not accurate to say this, Marquis Robben's young son, who is still a minor, actually wanted to stand up, but the fast-eyed Marquise was dragged by the arm through the crowd.

The Marquise looked at her husband, whose description was still as usual, but could not hide a trace of embarrassment, her eyes flashed slightly, she knew very well that since this person took over the position of the Marquis, in the frustration, compromise and suppression again and again, he was no longer the ambitious male she fell in love with back then.

But she still had a glimmer of illusion that he would get back on his feet at some point.

Barry's eyes, which had long since receded from all emotion, swept over all the key people in this hall who could speak and speak.

Not surprisingly, he saw the selfishness of the Marquise, the little face of the Marquis's son who was full of indignation because of his father's humiliation, the Commissar of Robben who rose overnight because of the bleak road ahead, and the Count of Orle, who had failed in his mission and took a princess, and his face was full of ferocity.

But these people ......

He moved his gaze back, lying on the ground, still uncertain about life and death, and was almost saved by Luna on Howard's body, at this time, Howard fell outside the armor There was almost no good meat, and his whole body exuded a smell of cooked meat that had been burned, and some of the half-melted armor had even been fused with the burnt flesh.

And the doctor who was supposed to hurry up to treat Howard was at a loss because of the sudden dispute in the hall, blowing up his two hands.

"You're enough......" Barry's voice was still hoarse, barely audible enough to make him speak.

However, his words were not light or serious, but they had a chilling smell, which seemed different and abrupt in the hall where only the sound of breathing was heard.

The cruelty in Orr's eyes did not subside, and he turned his head to look at Barry, and the words of accusation were unable to speak because he was frozen in Howard, who was dressed in armor and had turned into a beast and was placed on the ground like charcoal.

"If you see it, let Master Howard be sent into the room for treatment, besides, you can't fly, someone can fly, right?

Mistress Howard was badly wounded, and Mr. Goot was too old to come, and I remember Luna mentioning to me that she had a young physician on her estate who was very favored by Mr. Gotte, and that Lord Earl had better have the physician brought in as soon as possible.

I don't think you want to see the people saved by Her Royal Highness the princess risk their lives to die at your hands, right?!"

Embarrassed, burned, hoarse and hoarse by smoke, and even slightly unsteady on his feet, he looked like he was holding strongly, all of which made Barry speak without momentum, only a pair of smoky red eyes, and the indistinguishable emotions in his eyes, let people know that his words without momentum could not be disobeyed at all.

As for this person who seems to fall down almost at the slightest touch, what kind of person is he who cannot be disobeyed, and the servants who are accustomed to obedience do not think about it, but the four people who have their own thoughts, who are counted as masters, do not have the heart to think about it.

As Barry's words fell, the hall became noisy again, and the servants began to help move Howard to the guest room with the cooperation of the doctor, and the guards, who were also burned, also got the ointment, and the two got together and helped each other with the medicine.

Barry waved away, received the Marquise's gaze, and the maid, who came out of the crowd to give him medicine, walked towards the Count of Orle and the Marquis Robben, who were still standing facing each other, and after staggering with the two, stood on the steps two knots above where they were, and asked:

"Where's the study?"