This meal is the end of the initial contact, and the rest of the time everyone is talking about Vigros, and the little guy is indeed very competitive, showing the potential of a good lord. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIf nothing else, he may become a good nobleman and take charge of this ancient city.

After eating, Mirona had Wren taken to the tower, and at this time she was not able to come forward, so she took Yelvina's hand and wandered around the manor.

Climb the tower, push open the door, and a smell of decay comes to your face.

Wren walked over to the bed and glanced at Borson on the bed, a look of surprise in his eyes.

Bolton woke up from his slumber at the slightest movement, and with great force he opened his eyes, and his lips moved, but he could not breathe out a single syllable.

Looking at this young man who was once regarded as a confidant by Wren and was extremely optimistic, Wren shook his head slightly. He walked to the windowsill and looked out over the city, with a view of Veneil.

"It's your choice. Wren sneered and shook his head, with a look of disdain, "Many people say that I am cold-blooded and that I am a pervert, but I have always lived well and lived a very nourishing life." Borson, hasn't ten years of exile taught you how to deal with this cruel world?"

"You're poisoned, and this poison can't be unraveled, in fact, it's poison, it's more like a curse. He turned his head, glanced at the desperate guy on the bed with pity, and shook his head, "Originally, I thought of giving you another chance after you tried and failed, but now it seems that there is no chance." He straightened his outfit and walked to the door, "Take a good look at the past, at least before you die, to sum up your stupidity." If there is an afterlife, these mistakes should not be made again. ”

Looking at Wren's departing back, a tear slipped from the corner of Bolton's eye. He closed his eyes in pain, even Wren had given him up, completely extinguishing the last flame in his heart. He is a loser, he hates himself, curses himself, all the humiliation brought to him by others has not had time to retaliate, his ideals, his ambitions have not yet had time to be realized, and his beautiful life has only just gone through a small .......

It's all over!

At this time, Bolson regretted how much he didn't listen to Wren's words in the first place, and he had to pretend to be smart and wanted to use this method to complete the task assigned by Wren while keeping the mother and son. If he had been ruthless at that time, maybe he would have reached another peak in his life by now. But at this time, it was too late to say anything, and he could feel that he was already weak to the extreme, and he could die anytime and anywhere.

Death, what a terrible word.

Just when he opened his eyes, he ran out of strength. He suddenly exhaled a cloudy breath, and with a bitter smile on his lips, he fell into a deep sleep again, or fell into a coma.

Mirona, who was talking and laughing with Yervina in the garden, was very happy, not only because of the attitude Wren showed this time, but also because Yervina had actually met her twice before, at a ball held by another noble lady. They may have met each other, but they never spoke. This excites Mirona, Yelvina is a true lord, and if she were an Olympic aid in the province of Bell, she and Vigros would be in a much better position.

After all, Weststream City is so close to Veneer, and they can come to support Veneil anytime and anywhere, giving their mother and son a great sense of security and security.

The two are exchanging bits and pieces of life in the imperial capital, and Yelvina also wants to have a good relationship with Mirona, she is just an outsider to the Bell Province, and if she wants to integrate into the aristocratic circle of the Bell Province, she must have a guide. No circle will blindly accept outsiders, if she wants to take root here, if she wants to run her family's fiefdom well, she must make her due posture.

Suddenly, a servant came over and stood aside after whispering a few words in Mirona's ear, and Mirona took Yelvina's hand with an apologetic smile, "You must stay in Venier for a few more days, the god of light is above, you don't know how boring I am here, I don't even have a person to talk to, but fortunately the god of light brought you here." After a pause, she stood up, "Count Wren has something I need to visit, and I'll come back to you later." ”

Yelvina also stood up, "Business is important, I'll wait for you." ”

Outside the study, Mirona pressed one hand on her full chest, with a worried look on her face, took a deep breath, patted her cheek, and replaced it with a sweet smile before pushing the door in, "Are you looking for me?"

Wren sat behind his desk, a position that was supposed to be reserved for the lord of the Lord's Mansion, and he sat here without the slightest disharmony. He gestured to the couch, "Sit." "I just met Borson, and he's in a terrible condition, and he probably won't last long." Have you ever found a pastor for him?"

"Yes!", Mirona nodded, "not only have I found a priest, but I have also brought in a bishop from the capital, but none of them have the slightest solution. The pharmacist had also approached two, and they knew nothing about Borson's condition and had nothing to do. ”

Wren sneered, playfully rubbing the ring on his index finger, "Condition?", the pronunciation of these two words rose slightly, giving people a sense of joking, he suddenly stood up and walked in front of Mirona, the smile on his face gradually converged, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly froze. He looked down at Mirona, who shifted her ass back, her face tilted to the side, and her eyes glinted with fear.

She insisted, "Yes, Borson is sick. ”

The next moment, Wren suddenly grabbed Mirona's neck violently, with a hideous and fierce look, he sneered, and let Mirona grab his arm and struggle hard. The killing intent in his eyes was undisguised and wanton and arrogant through his body, and the temperament of the whole person immediately became like a sharp long sword, which could pierce the woman in front of him anytime and anywhere.

"Condition?!", ignoring Milona's struggles, his tiger mouth continued to exert force, and Milona's white and delicate skin became red and purple in his hands, and her face was also red from not being able to breathe. She began to kick Wren, but Wren did not relent, and when she saw that Milone's movements began to become weak, Wren gave a jerk and let go of the hand that was holding Mirona's neck.

With a cold face and eyes as sharp as a sword, he pierced into the bottom of Mirona's heart, "Who bought the poison from, when did you buy it, and who made this poison?"

Milona's eyes were completely occupied by fear, and at that moment, she smelled death. If Wren had held on a little longer, she might have become a corpse by now. The humiliation of the hot heat on her inner thighs could no longer wash away her fear of death, she curled up, leaned against the corner of the sofa, and looked at Wren in horror, "I don't know, what poison?"

"Do you dare to be hard-mouthed?", Wren grabbed Mirona by the hair and bent down, almost face to face between the two. Wren's cold gaze stared at Mirona's eyes, "One last chance for you, who bought this poison from and when did you buy it, don't lie to me, otherwise not only will you die, Vigros will die, you and Angelo's people, all of them will die!"

The reason for Wren's sudden outburst was not that Borson was dying, but that Borson's poison was poisoned! He knew this poison too well, and he watched the soul of the "former Wren" being devoured by this poison little by little, and no matter how much he resisted, he could not escape the complete destruction of his soul. The viciousness of this poison terrifies even Wren, and this poison is not directed against the body, but against the soul.

The mystery of the soul cannot be deciphered, even in this world. Once the soul is damaged and disappears, it is equivalent to a person being completely erased.

"Former Wren" died of this poison, and now Borson is about to die of this poison, and Wren feels a large net that seems to be faintly wrapped around him.

If Mirona didn't make her words clear, he wouldn't mind wielding a scythe and harvesting the lives of these people. is willing to kill a thousand by mistake, and he must not let go of a person who has plotted against him.

As if sensing Wren's madness, Mirona quieted down, "I really don't know, last month a friend of Angelo's former came to visit me, and he said that he heard about my situation, sympathized with my situation, and gave me a bottle of potion. It is said that this medicine will make people die after taking it, and even if the Pope himself comes, the cause of death may not be able to be found. As long as I cover it up, I can make Borson be treated as if he was seriously ill and died. ”

Wren let go of his palm, took out a handkerchief and wiped it, "Who is that person, what is his name, is he a nobleman?"

"No, I don't know him!"

Wren's eyes narrowed, and Mirona almost jumped up in fright, and she immediately explained, "I really don't know him, he has Angelo's personal seal, so I believe him." I don't know if he's a nobleman or not, he only told me his name was Chardin, and we just said a few words and left in a hurry. She raised her hand, "I swear, I swear in the name of my ancestors that what I said is true, I am not hiding anything!"

Wren glanced at Mirona indifferently, and a finger poked at her forehead, "You'd better be sure that what you say is true, if you let me know that you lied to me, I will make you regret being born in this world." ”

As he spoke, he suddenly smiled slightly, "I'm sorry to frighten you." ”

He stretched out his hand, and in the eyes of Mirona who was about to collapse, he helped her straighten her messed hair and collar in a gentle way, as if everything had been an illusion before!