In the distant Countdom of Fisher, Countess Helena looked with joy at the dead dog in front of her.

This time, instead of using those cowardly and unreliable inferiors, she personally bought poison from merchants in the name of medicine rats, made cakes herself, and made real yàn with dogs, and was foolproof! Now, all that is ready, all that is left is the east wind, and in the name of the Count, give this cake to the damned Caesarea witch, and she will have her revenge!

The thought that the abominable stepdaughter and her child would die as pathetic as the dog before her, the Countess of Fisher was overwhelmed with great joy, "Ah, the woman who provoked me and my husband, who sought to separate me from my son, you too will have this day!" The merciful gods will avenge me, the poor woman! Praise the gods, you showed the way to the helpless mother! ”

She rejoiced as if her plan had succeeded, and the stepdaughter and children she hated had died in front of her.

But even if, as she wished, her stepdaughter, Baroness Brad, was really killed by her, would she be able to change the future of her son's separation from her mother and son by being sent to the church of Tournest by the count?

Countess Helena was not willing to think about it at all.

It was a very difficult thing to convince the Count, for the Count of Fisher was a "rather assertive man", which meant that in the relationship between husband and wife, she had to be, at least ostensibly obedient, and rashly opposed to the Count's idea, even if it was to save the country, not to oppose the son's ordination but to build a monk near his home, would make the Count not speak to her. It will make her fall out of favor in front of the earl, the taste of this bitter fruit. The Countess has had enough. If he blatantly opposes it again, it will make the Count angry...... The Countess could not have imagined the consequences.

In the Kingdom of Neustria. It is not uncommon for a husband to beat his wife.

How safe and harmless it is to attack her stepdaughter, she is just a mere baroness, her husband is dead, her son is young, she has no man to rely on, and to her, Countess Fisher can be as violent as she wants. Not afraid of the consequences, not afraid of fists smashing into her proud

can condescendingly laugh at the tragic end of the other party, what a happy thing!

As for the rumours that her stepdaughter had led an army through the diocese of Tournest and its vicinity, the Countess had heard of it from the traveling merchants, but she had taken it all as a joke - how could a young woman of inferior rank to her do things that her husband could not? How can this be

Yes! This kind of thing is completely beyond the scope of Countess Fisher's cognition, and it is impossible to exist. There must have been someone doing these things in the name of a baroness, for example, Bishop Turnest. This is in line with the upbringing that the Countess has always received, and the rules of this world.

Rational. to be able to save zài. Rules, identity, superiority and inferiority. Lineage and status determine IQ and ability, and these are reasonable. The Countess thinks so. If you exceed these, then you must not have zài. Don't think about it at all.

How could it happen that a stepdaughter with a lower status than her has a higher force value than her husband, and her strength is higher than that of her husband, which is simply unreasonable?

Unreasonable, it is impossible to save zài, this kind of ridiculous fake news, what is the need to consider?

Her stepdaughter must be as powerless as she is, at most an earl who has illusions about her daughter by trickery and coaxing to confuse mercy! This kind of villain is destined to last long!

Therefore, thinking that she could kill her stepdaughter immediately and put an end to the darkness of this villain, Countess Fisher was immersed in the joy of revenge, and she did not consider whether the death of her stepdaughter had anything to do with her son's ordination.

"Revenge, what a wonderful word." The Countess held the cake in her hand and praised, "Vengeance, this is the justice promised by the gods!" Revenge, this is the most beautiful of a qiē taste! ”

She then ordered her priest to write a letter in the name of the Count, to the effect that it was a snack that the Count had given to the young lady and that it could only be shared with close relatives, and then she packed the bread in a carved wooden box and ordered two servants to send it to Turnest.

Oh, what daughter can refuse this kindness from a powerful father and not share this precious snack with her children? The Countess felt a little fluttering when she thought about the scene of her stepdaughter's family falling to the ground and dying.

What she didn't know was that she wasn't the only one planning the murder, and she wasn't the only one praying to the gods that the murder would succeed.

"Assassination of a High Clergy?" Abu smiled, "Isn't there a man with a knife in Neustria in his own country?" Or is it that the fools there have finally recently become extinct? ”

He was a long way away from Rankard at the moment, but he was as comfortable as he was in Rankad. He sat on a rich carpet and before him a low, intricately carved table with silver-rimmed glass bowls containing delicious pastries and delicious nuts, and beside him silver jugs, in which the best wine of the northern kingdoms was held, and was by no means the third-rate goods of Tournest, which were held up by spices and honey.

On either side of the guest of honour sat a black-eyed musician, dressed in a light veil embroidered with gold and silver threads, and holding a small lute with gold nails in her arms, her long eyelashes flapping from time to time like the wings of a butterfly.

Her well-protected fair skin, which was not exposed to the sun all day long, contrasted sharply with Abu, who was running between the nations, delicate and fragile.

Abu seemed to be looking at her dark eyes, but he was thinking about the job that his master had offered him.

"This is a high priest of great prestige among the people." Meyer carefully chose the words, "The employer wants the pagans to do it, and if it is a native of their country, they are afraid that they will come to an end, because of religion they have strange ideas......

"A high priest of great prestige among the people?" Abu touched his chin, "I've been to Neustria with the papal envoy before, and there aren't many people there who are worthy of this adjective - it can't be the little bishop of Turnest, haha." ”

"It's about the same as him."

"Oh." Abu's eyes narrowed, and the in-between's vagueness reminded him of an interesting thing, but he needed further confirmation, "Almost...... I don't know the specifics of the target, how do I know if I can do it? ”

"Just stab him when he goes in and out of the church."

"Ha, that kind of thing, he could have found someone in his own country, I don't believe he can't find a stupid fool," Abu shook his head, "There is no definite news, I am not sure if I can do it, I will not ruin my reputation, let's talk about other business first." ”

Meyer's brow furrowed and relaxed, "Neustria has another business," he said, "Old Jacob, the great merchant of Tournest, is recruiting cashmere workers, he is of my kindred, and he has good credit in money......"

On that day, Abu did not fall asleep immediately when he was lying in the comfortable room of the Meyer family by the sea.

"Assassination of the Minor Bishop of Turnest...... Interesting ......"

In addition to being a mercenary and a slave trader, Abu was a veteran who sometimes worked part-time as an assassin, a job that Meyer often introduced him, and of course, he wouldn't do anything stupid like pulling out a knife and stabbing people in public.

His favorite way is to ask people to go to the martial arts arena, those heirs who are young and have no heirs and a large amount of property, the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and always feels that there is endless energy in his body, and he does not need to be afraid of a mercenary who looks very down.

"You're young!" The women would say so, and the heir was fluttering.

But they were too young to know how many tricks and tricks there were in the jousting arena in broad daylight, and Abu was familiar with more than just swords.

A handful of wheat grains that have been drugged, a nail that was "accidentally" driven a little off, and a steel needle that "forgot jì" in the saddle......

As long as the people were coaxed into the arena, Abu's plan succeeded.

Afterwards, no one would have thought that it was murder.

Abu is not a reckless man who will draw a sword in public, he never does a hammer deal, let alone give his reputation and life for the sake of trading. He was interested in the deal, as well as the identity of the funder.

"I don't know if this mysterious employer gave more money for the assassination, or if our lovely little bishop gave more money to buy the information about the identity of the mastermind behind the scenes?" He touched his chin and smiled softly, as a pay-for-money worker, not a murderer, this matter was worth weighing. (To be continued......)

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