In the small attic of Viscount Orne's castle, it was still as dim as it was.

Unlike last time, the man in black was not standing in the shadows.

He stood in front of the window and watched the moonlight, letting the silver glow of the cold moon shine on the cold mask.

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and everything is silent.

This night scene is slightly intoxicating.

Viscount Orn had no intention of admiring the beautiful moonscape, and he sat at the table with a sad face.

"Fiona has already hurried back to Brand after seeing the Duke. ”

Viscount Orn picked up the goblet on the table and drank it down, a few drops of the cherry-red wine spilling down the corners of his mouth.

"Deputy Commander Soraka. ”

Putting down his glass, Viscount Orn wiped his mouth. He looked at the man in black with a look of worry.

"The Duke should have noticed something. ”

The man in black was silent, but his pupils constricted slightly.

"What does it matter if you are aware of it or not? There is no evidence left behind in the shadows. ”

Slowly tightening his palm, the man in black gritted his teeth fiercely.

"Even if you die, you don't. ”

With a long sigh, Viscount Orn's face darkened.

"Did you follow the Duke on your first day?"

Slowly filling the wine glass, Viscount Orn smiled bitterly.

"Just suspicion, that's enough. ”

The man in black narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Even if I doubt, I have not yet doubted you and me. ”

Turning around, the pale mask was slightly frightened under the moonlit night.

"To borrow a word from you, if the Duke really doubted it, I'm afraid that you and I would have been exposed to the wilderness by now. ”

Dodging the blazing gaze from under the mask, Viscount Orn took his glass and poured it down in one gulp.

"Hoo ......"

Putting down his glass, he let out a miserable laugh.

"I hope so......"

......

In the quiet room, only the sound of dark red blood surging in the blood pool could be heard.

Grand Duke Vlad Kimir still stood in front of the idol of the dark god, his figure standing still.

He looked at the idol quietly, his expression unusually calm.

It's just that the little bit of brilliance in those eyes is awe-inspiring.

Suddenly, the candle flame in the wall swayed slightly, and the slightest fluctuation in the air broke the original calm.

"Philip. ”

Grand Duke Vlad Kimir opened his mouth slightly, and the essence in his eyes flashed.

"Your Excellency. ”

As a vicissitudes of sound sounded, the air was slightly distorted, and under the originally empty steps, a figure appeared strangely.

"Nothing. ”

The visitor was half-kneeling, covered tightly by a black robe and a cold mask.

Although he couldn't see his face clearly, his eyes were a terrifying scarlet.

"Lord Baron should be eating his lunch peacefully. ”

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the calm on Grand Duke Vlad Kimir's face seemed to ripple.

"Is there really no one to make a move?"

Philip stood up and said lightly,

"When I learned that Fiona was going to Hearthstone, I rushed to the town of Brand by night. When I arrived at Baron Roy's castle, I did see him basking in the sun at the door. ”

"Sneer......"

For some reason, Grand Duke Vlad Kimir, who never smiled, actually sneered.

"This stinky boy is still in the mood to bask in the sun. Don't he know how lucky he must have been this time?"

Shaking his head slowly, he turned to look at Philip.

"Who do you think he looks like?"

Philip bowed his head, his tone slightly humble.

"My lord, you also had a big heart when you were young. ”

"Hahaha......"

Grand Duke Vlad Kimir looked up to the sky and laughed.

"I said, you're the one who dares to make fun of me. ”

Looking up at Vlad Kimir, Philip spoke slowly.

"If the Duke is really worried, you might as well send me to protect me secretly. ”

With a wave of his hand, Grand Duke Vlad Kimir shook his head with a faint smile.

"Forget it, let him fend for himself. The road is all on our own, can we follow him for the rest of our lives?"

There was some apprehension in Philip's eyes.

"But my lord, Baron Roy is different from your other two sons, and his strength ......"

Duke Vlad Kimir snorted.

"The gods have the way of life, and the mortals have the livelihood of the mortals, is it true that only the invincible in the world is the happiest? ”

Hearing this, Philip's eyes were a little more puzzled.

"If you think mortals are good, then why do you want him to inherit the Vlad Kimir family?

Hearing this, Duke Vlad Kimir's face suddenly became gloomy.

Turning around, he looked at the idol of the dark god, and there was a sudden chill in his eyes.

"According to my thoughts, Roy should be staring at the breasts and butts of those aristocratic young women after eating and drinking at one of the taverns in Hearthstone by now. ”

As if sensing the chill oozing from the Duke's body, Philip closed his mouth in amusement.

He secretly glanced at the deep eyes on the statue of the Dark God, and an inexplicable awe rose in his heart.

"Prophecy ......"

With a cold snort, the Duke raised his chin slightly.

"Bullshit prophecy!"

......

Walk through the dense jungle and the town of Brand is right in front of you.

Fiona looked to the top of the hill to the north, where Baron Roy's castle still stood.

Looking at the castle not far away, Fiona's eyes flickered.

I saw that the grass on the ground was swept by the sudden strong wind, and her figure disappeared in an instant.

After running wildly for a while, she finally returned to the familiar courtyard.

The castle's doors were closed, and the surroundings were as different as they had been when she had just left.

Fiona's keen gaze, however, saw that there were a few more crumbs on the already old gate.

Biting her lip hard, her heart grew heavier.

After running thousands of miles and finally returning here, she finally has to face.

She didn't dare to guess what would happen when she opened the door, nor did she dare to predict what would happen to her.

Truth be told, she is not afraid of death.

Because she's a blood guard.

Blood guards are equivalent to lifeless.

Their lives have long been in the hands of Grand Duke Vlad Kimir.

But there is something more terrible in this world than death, and that is care.

Family is her concern.

Fiona knew very well that if Baron Roy had any mistakes, the wrath of His Excellency the Grand Duke could not afford to be borne by their affiliated family.

But what else could she do now?

Pray?

Stop it.

Prayer is something that the Terrans of the Empire of Light believe in, and in the Dark Empire, a country of all races, only strength is believed, as well as iron and blood.

With a faint sigh, Fiona shook her head slowly.

She knew that it was useless to think about anything now.

She only hoped that the Baron would still have a breath, just like the last time he fainted.

Because as long as his life remains, the family will not be completely slaughtered.

Looking at the new damage on the door, Fiona gritted her teeth fiercely.

What should come must be faced, and doing nothing will be in vain.

With this in mind, Fiona let go of her clenched fists.

I saw her stretch out her hand and push, and the two doors slowly opened with a 'creak'. And then everything came into view, and Fiona's frosty face, which had not changed for 10,000 years, appeared a rare surprise and surprise.

On the long table in the hall, a roast goose has three or two side dishes, and a bottle of whiskey.

At the end of the long table, Li Yanbei was grabbing a roast goose leg and smiling at her who had just come in.

"Back... Forehead ......"

With a hiccup, Li Yanbei embarrassedly wiped his greasy mouth.

"I'm back......"

"Fiona. ”