It didn't take long for the wildcat that had been poured tea with Bronk to have a change: it was lying on the ground, but its body suddenly stiffened, and then its skin began to dry up and crack. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The most terrifying thing is that the crack is not flesh and bones, but wisps of black smoke with a fishy smell.

Right under the noses of a few people, a somewhat emaciated wild cat turned into a few marks and debris on the floor. There is no doubt that if it was the Earl of Bronque who drank this cup of honey water, I am afraid that the end would not be much better.

He waved his hand at the disembodied wildcat, and the breeze from Bronk's palm blew away all traces.

Ignoring the smoke and dust that flew on the bookshelves and tabletops, he looked at the two subordinates in front of him calmly, and said in a nonchalant tone: "It seems that the tea is not just honey. ”

The chief of the guard, Kloes, did not agree with the Count of Bronck, but bowed his head and retreated slowly into the corner, trying to pretend that he was a non-existent dog.

To be Bronk's chief guard, Kloes certainly does not lack courage and strength, but that doesn't mean he's a simple-minded guy.

On the contrary, although the city and the calculation were far from that of the Earl of Bronck, he was often able to make suggestions that caught Bronck's eye when it came to judging things.

However, no matter how wise he is, he will not be blind enough to show off in this situation. Not only that, but if the Earl of Bronk asked, he had to pretend to be crazy and foolish to fool him over, so as not to get into trouble.

This is also the reason why this sturdy knight hides in the corner and pretends to be a dog.

Kleus's small movements did not hide the eyes of the Earl of Bronck, he glared fiercely at Kleus, who was still looking down at the floor, and let out a cold snort in his nose.

In fact, the Earl of Bronc was not really angry with Kleus, otherwise he would not have let him go so easily.

This incident is clearly that someone poisoned the tea, and it was the relatives of the lord who poisoned it. In any case, it was not his turn to express his opinion on such a matter, unless he was already optimistic about a young master and chose to stand on his side.

And he didn't say a word, what he wanted to express was: no matter who the lord suspects, no matter whether the suspicion is right or wrong, as long as the lord gives an order, he will obey unconditionally and get rid of this "damned" guy for the lord.

So, by staying in the corner like a quail, Kloes was showing his loyalty to the Earl of Bronck, though he did have some pockets.

Unlike Kleus, Fawkes gently opened the window of the study, firstly to make the foul smell in the room evaporate quickly, and secondly, to look around through the window to see if there were any idlers waiting around.

It was a moment before Fox closed the window.

He stroked the flickering runes of isolation on the walls of the room, and turned to meet the calm eyes of the Earl of Bronck.

"If you have any ideas, just say it, and I just want to know what you think of them. ”

The Earl of Bronck spoke casually to Fawkes, who was bowing down, but the old butler could still hear the sorrow hidden beneath his words.

"This ...... Please forgive the old servant for overstepping the courtesy. ”

Unlike the chief of the guard, "butler" is not a specific position, but more of a bizarre title.

And unlike Cleus, the old butler Fawkes was a retainer of the Molde family, in other words, they were all foreigners with the surname "Morte" who were specially permitted to exist by Bronque's ancestors.

What's more, Fox Bronke is nearly fifteen years old, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he grew up watching Bronke. There were some things that Cleus couldn't say, but Fawkes didn't care. For everyone knows that their clan is loyal only to the current Earl, and the loyalty inherited by blood makes them more trusted by the Earl than the Earl's own sons and wives.

The old servant felt that this matter was probably either the means of the lady or the two young masters. Of course, it is also possible that someone else did something while the tea was being served, but it is unlikely. ”

Fawkes's voice winced, evidently for fear of irritating the Earl of Bronck.

But he did not excuse the lady and the two young masters because of this, after all, for him, the life of the count is the first priority, and the danger faced by the Count of Bronque did not subside without catching the real murderer.

"Do you think so too? hehe......"

Bronk laughed a few times in a dry voice, not knowing whether he was laughing at the murderer's greed or bemoaning his own failure as a father.

"Lord Earl, this matter still needs to be investigated carefully, after all, your relatives are at stake, and if anyone has been wronged, then ......" Fawkes whispered.

If it was someone else, Fox would definitely have suggested that the Earl of Bronck would have the suspect punished. But the current situation is different, no matter what, the inheritance of the Moulte family will continue, kill these people, once something happens to the Earl of Bronke, then the Moulte Territory will have to change its name in the future.

"It doesn't need to be so much trouble. ”

As he spoke, the Count of Bronk raised his right hand.

On the index finger of his right hand, there was a bright silver ring inlaid with a small light yellow spar.

At this moment, as the Count Bronk wiped the small spar, a light the thickness of a little finger shot out of the spar and submerged into the air in front of him.

Then, a strange scene appeared out of thin air and unfolded in front of the three of them......

At the same time that Bronk used the ring on his hand, Mephistopheles, who was sitting on his throne that "reached the ceiling with his hand", looked up consciously.

His eyes looked at the direction of his right hand and frowned secretly.

"Time? No, probably not. Even if it is a god, it should be more difficult to apply the law of time, how could a mortal who has donated a few thousand gold coins be given such an item by a god. Not to mention that he wasn't even a follower of the Lord of the Dawn. ”

"Causal connection? I didn't hear that the Lord of Dawn still holds the authority related to fate, besides, Bronk just donated a few thousand gold coins to the Temple of Dawn in Lanstel City, and there is no reason to get a tool with the law inscription. If the gods were so easy to buy, what kind of devil would I have, and how good would it be to do business full-time?"

Scratching his head in annoyance, Mephistopheles said indignantly: "Damn, this statue is too restrictive to my spiritual detection, and I can't go out now, otherwise I wouldn't have to guess here." ”

"Alas," sighed lightly, Mephistopheles restrained the depression in his heart: "Forget it, it's a good thing for me anyway, so I don't have to guide them to determine Monroe's suspicion, this interesting young master has been nailed to death!"

PS: Thank you for the reward of "Silent Soul", thank you for your support.

I also know that the update is slow.,I'm very happy that the book can be loved by book friends.,But it's really not fast.,Forgive me.。

If you put aside writing, it's not impossible to write two shifts a day, but after writing, you will definitely be groggy and not as refreshed as you are now. After a long time, you will lose interest.

What's more, I want this book not to be directly set up, and everyone can still understand it, so it's very troublesome to fix it. In addition, there have been a lot of personal matters recently, and I haven't delivered the signed agreement yet.

But there shouldn't be any more eunuch problems.,This book is my own idea.,It's not a trend-following work.,There's nothing of the same type to compare.,Even if there are trolls jumping out of this and that, I shouldn't have seen it.。

After going through the last book, I completely let go of some extravagant hopes and other things, and just wanted to write the story in my heart for everyone.

So it may take a long time to finish writing this book, but the eunuch probably won't.

Finally, ladies and gentlemen, can we not mention those two words? I know I'm sorry for you when we pause this book, but isn't the old "eunuch eunuch" a little bit pointing at that and scolding that?

Alas, my young mind has been damaged by tons of damage from you.