The teapot was placed on the ground by Monroe, who lifted the lid with his thin palm and threw a tiny black crystal into the teapot. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Interestingly, its arrival did not stir up ripples on the surface of the water, as if the moment it touched the surface, the black crystals completely merged into the water.

"Click-"

With a crisp sound, a crack formed in the small hedron on the ring of Count Bronck's right finger, nearly splitting it in two. At the same time, the scene that evolves in the air slowly dissipates like a bubble in the sun.

Glancing at the ruined ring, Bronck's face flashed with distress, but the distress quickly gave way to anger.

This utensil, which he had given thousands of gold coins to obtain from a temple priest, could only be used twice. Both times they were used to track down the killers: once to track down the cause of Crewe's death and the guy who killed him, and once for now.

The murderer of both times was Monroe, and each time he was more vicious than the other. This made the Earl of Bronke wonder in his heart: if there is a next time, he will still have a chance to determine the suspicion of the other party.

This kind of thought is manifested in his words, and his tone is even colder: "After watching the video, do you have any ideas?"

The last time Crewe's death was tracked, the Earl of Bronc was secretly using the ring, and it didn't have the same movement and such a magical sight as it does now. Not to mention Fox and Kleus, even Mephistopheles didn't notice anything unusual.

So, for this kind of time-lapse spectacle in front of them, both Fox and Kleers fell into a state of sluggishness. If it weren't for Bronk's voice to wake the two up, they would have been stunned for a while.

"My lord, the old servant thinks that this matter should not be made public, and it is better to let Young Master Meng Luo ...... reasonably after confirming the authenticity of the scene just now."

"What else is the truth that you think this little brute can't do such a thing?"

As he spoke, the Earl of Bronk picked up the tea tray on the table. After caressing the base of the tea tray with his palm, he displayed it in front of the two of them.

Looking at the slight dust on the palm, the count's face was even more ugly. Fawkes, on the other hand, let out a long sigh, his eyebrows showing murderous intent.

As for Cleus, the quail-like captain of the guard did not dare to raise his head after hearing such a powerful news, so he had to continue to huddle in the corner and pretend to be a dog.

"Damn, such a beast deserves to go to the gallows!"

Even Fox, the old butler, who has always been known for his good temper, has lost his mind a little at this time.

He was the one who could best understand the mood of the Count of Bronque, and it was precisely because of this that he was so angry.

It can be said that these young masters all grew up under the watchful eye of Fox.

Especially Meng Luo, if it weren't for the secret support of the old butler, if it weren't for the secret support of the old butler, I am afraid that some servants who are not self-sufficient would have been bullied, how could it be like now, except for the lack of material treatment, it is no different from other young masters in other aspects.

People's hearts are long, and more than ten years is enough time for the old housekeeper to treat him as his own child, so he will do everything possible to excuse Monroe. It's not that I want to save him, but I don't want to believe that Monroe will be the murderer.

But he couldn't believe the facts, this "kind-hearted" young master Meng Luo did make a move to kill his father. How can Fox not be annoyed, how can he not be chilled?

The Morte family has never had such a brute, and the most unusual thing is that the ancestor once marked his father out of the family tree, but there is a reason for this, and the entire frozen coast has not dared to use this incident to mock the Morte family.

However, now there is a guy like Monroe Moult, which makes Fawkes feel sorry for the old earl.

Guilt and anger nearly made Fawkes lose his mind, so much so that he came up with the idea of having Monroe hanged.

"Of course not, like you said, this matter cannot be kept quiet. If the hangings were to be carried out, I am afraid that the cause of this incident would be spread throughout the frozen coast as soon as possible under the excavation and manipulation of those with good intentions. ”

Fox was angry, and how could Bronk not be angry. Even though he had been prepared in his heart, when he saw the iron-clad evidence, he still felt a cramping in his heart.

He originally thought that as a father, the most unsuccessful thing was to teach a gentleman who would only bring trouble to the family, who was content with pleasure but had no ability to bear it, but now he didn't feel that way, because compared to the gentleman's child, a child like Meng Luo made him feel colder.

But in any case, the lords of these years have not been in vain. Even if his heart is no longer good, he will not let his emotions affect his reason.

"What do you mean?"

At Bronck's reminder, Fox also came to his senses.

"Secretly...... Dispose of it. ”

No one knew what was in the mind of the Count of Bronc when he said this, but Kleus, who was standing in the corner, saw his trembling palms.

"Yes...... Leave this matter to the old servant. ”

"Hmm. ”

"What, what's the matter?"

Bronk asked, looking at Fox, who was about to speak.

"My lord, how do you explain to the outside world?"

"Just ......," said the Earl of Bronck, who paused for a long time before saying with a bitter smile, "Let's just say that it is a cold fever." ”

Fox naturally didn't know the deep meaning, but just bowed his head and responded.

"My lord, do you need to investigate the source of this poison thoroughly?"

The reason for this question is that Fawkes saw that the Earl of Bronque seemed to be convinced from the beginning that Monlo was the murderer. Of course, he didn't know that it was because of that strange dream, but he thought that the Count might have learned about Monroe's purchase of poison from another source.

"Source?"

The Earl of Bronk snorted coldly, and the sadness in the corners of his eyes was like ice that could not be dissolved. He remembered Crewe's death and what he had sent to investigate, and said with a murderous spree, "Damn the magician!"

"That ......"

"You don't need to remember this matter, I'll take care of it. ”

"Yes. ”

......

"Hear," said the Earl of Bronck, Mephistopheles in the statue smiled.

Things turned out as he imagined, in order not to expose the truth about Crewe's death, Bronk would not allow others to investigate the source of the poison, and he himself would preconceived the blame for all the blame on the magician who had been dead for an unknown amount of time.

In this way, the last loophole in the plan has also been closed, so he can just wait for Monroe's soul to come to the door.

PS: I'm sorry, the chapter owed on Thursday may have to wait until tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so I'll start this chapter today.

It's not that I don't want to build a book friend group, but I never go to Penguin except for contacting the editor. Friends all said that when I go online, it will be the same as watching "The Legend of the New White Lady", so if you have any good suggestions or others, just send the book review area directly, and I will read it every day.

Finally, I would like to thank the book friends "SYIEK" and "Shen Situ" for their rewards, and thank you for your support.