Ever since the Assassins were dispatched, the Countess of Fisher had been overjoyed, and felt that she could teach her daughter a hard lesson - ha, the orphan left behind by the Caesarea witch, who had no mother since she was a child, and was extremely uneducated, and now she could teach her a good lesson!

She's going to teach her that she's not to be messed with!

She wants to teach her what is the right way to behave and behave in the world!

This stepdaughter of hers will know that she can coax men and she will teach her, Helena of noble Leud, Count Fisher, not just a baroness who can be targeted! Her stepdaughter had won a first move before, but the final victory belonged to her, Helena!

Her stepdaughter, sooner and more permanently, will lose her son, moreover, her only son!

The Countess was so smugly in her imaginary dreams for many days.

Now that her dream had been shattered, the villain she had sent out had been escorted back by two of the servants of the Bishop of Turnest, much to her death.

The people she sent out not only didn't get things done, but they actually affected her!

It was a resounding slap in the face to her beautiful face!

"I don't talk to servants!" She raised her chin haughtily and motioned for the others to send the bishop's servants, and when the two were sent away, she angrily walked up to the villain, "Why, is this how you did the errand I gave you?" ”

This scoundrel, who covets the riches and rewards promised by the Countess, murders a young child, like the wicked who usually delights in bullying women and children, and other weak, once he is caught. The arrogance that had been abundant in his body disappeared, and he became more cowardly and inferior than ordinary people. He curled up in a ball, snorting and stammering in defense. Although he failed to kill the young baron, he did not divulge the Countess's order to murder the count's grandson.

The Countess did not let him go for that reason.

She was even angrier.

"What? You think I'll be afraid that you'll leak my orders? You think it's your credit? The Countess cried fiercely, "You fool! If you have a little, a little longer eyes, you should know that the witch's daughter has no dependence! The Caesarea family is long gone, her husband is dead and her son is still young, what can she do to find me, Countess of Fisher. Accounts? ”

She angrily blamed the scoundrel for his incompetence had shattered the countess's plan for perfection.

It's all the fault of that stupid and incompetent scoundrel!

The Countess herself was not at all wrong!

The plan she made was perfect, and she picked the killer's eye...... No, her vision is fine! None of these cowardly and despicable Fisher people were cowards who would kill for a poor woman who was about to lose her son! Not a single child dares to kill!

She's so miserable! Not a single warrior willing to kill for her! She's only going to kill a child!

The knights who usually boasted about how they could fight and how many people they could fight at one time refused to listen to her orders!

If it weren't for the villain's boasting that he would be able to complete the mission, she would have gone back to Riud to find someone! In her mother's territory, she must find a brave man who is willing to murder a young child on behalf of the superior!

It's all this villain who is stupid. In the end, because she retreated, her plan could not succeed!

So, since she can't teach her stepdaughter to suffer with a knife for the time being, this villain in front of her. On the behalf of her stepdaughter, she will bear the monstrous wrath of the countess!

She ordered the scoundrel to be dragged out and his hands, feet, and tongue cut off.

As for whether the villain can live without hands, feet, and tongue, this is not within her consideration. An inferior person, even if there is no reason to kill him. The countess will not frown - the advantage of being a nobleman is that he can kill inferior people at will? Those traversers scrambled to abandon the air-conditioning network. Traveling through the nobility of ancient families, is it greedy for duels and battles without antibiotics and emergency rooms? Or do you prefer to gird your waist and wrap your feet? Isn't it all about loving this kind of casual killing, not afraid of counterattack, and not taking any responsibility, but also laughing at the superiority of the other party's "inferior people"!

Therefore, the Countess would not have had any psychological burden on such a severe execution.

What's more, this villain has offended her so badly!

It's really innocent.

Having dealt with this unsuccessful fool, the Countess began to think about how she could accomplish her plan.

"Well, you witch has won again," murmured the Countess to her fanciful stepdaughter, "I will go back to my mother's house in Oud to find someone, and the Almighty and Merciful God will not sit idly by while a helpless mother suffers, but He will send me a powerful man, O Merciful God!" If my wish to keep that witch in check is granted, and she falls into the miserable situation she deserves, I will double your church offering. ”

That's what she said, and that's what she did.

The other Assassin was much softer than the Countess, and although this was the second group of Assassins he had sent, he did not go as furious as the Countess when they did not succeed in their return.

His heart looked as broad as his round face.

"I'll report your words back to the Duke and ask him to think again." He said.

The priests of St. Hillary's Monastery breathed a sigh of gratitude that they did not dare to assassinate Bishop Turnest on the Duke's orders, but they did not dare to flee to a foreign land either. In desperation, they made up a nonsense story, claiming that on the eve of their arrival in Turnest, several of them had seen a headless corpse in their dreams, and the headless corpse was surrounded by white light, and the sound was like thunder.

The headless corpse asked them to make the promised offering and bring back what they had not promised to bring.

Even so, they continued, they did not disobey the Duke's orders, and they went to the bishop with their knives, but at that time - just as they were about to use them - the church bell rang for no reason - and then they were trapped in the city by the terrible infidels.

Apparently, it was the saint Aubrey who guarded Turnest who was punishing them.

So for the next few days, although they still had the opportunity to contact the bishop, they did not dare to do anything again, but prayed intently in the church like ordinary clergy, so that St. Aubrey spared them from the bloodshed of the siege.

They hoped that the duke, hearing this, would not hold them accountable for not doing anything, and they asked the archbishop to say more good things for them, knowing that they did not do it because they were disloyal to the duke, but because of the apparitions of the saints.

"I'll speak for you, don't worry." Archbishop Joseph said kindly. (To be continued......)