"Brother, he...... He died of cold fever, something that the whole of Morte Collar knew. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Monroe said with a dodgy look, not knowing if he was lying to others or himself.

"It turned out to be cold and fever, I thought it was because of the heat plague potion!"

Even though he couldn't see the other party's expression, Monlo could still hear the mockery in Mephistopheles's words. He lowered his head and looked around uneasily, as if afraid that others would hear.

Isn't more than ten years of suffering and the hatred of your mother who died of illness enough to make you make the right decision?"

"My lord," said Monroe's hoarse and dry voice, like an orange that had lost its juice, with an outdated obscurity, "that's my father after all." ”

"That's what you think? For a being who knows everything about your past and can sense what you really think, that would only add to the joke. ”

"Uh...... The fact that the heat plague potion can easily kill Dilo is not seen by others, just because it is a potion developed by a bronze mage, and Dilo is only an apprentice of the Black Iron Rank, which does not mean that I have much ability. ”

"Where did you get your confidence?"

"The reason why your father has kept you until now is because he is afraid that if something happens to your brother's body, 'Moultel' will fall into the hands of 'Defro'. In a few years, when that little guy's body is solid, the only way out for you is to quietly suffer from 'cold fever' and die in despair!"

Mephistopheles was dissatisfied with Monroe's hypocrisy. In order to put an end to this false persuasion work as soon as possible, Mephistopheles specially prepared a dose of fierce medicine.

"It's impossible, I'm doing it so covertly, I'm ......"

Monroe tried to find all sorts of reasons to refute Mephistopheles' words, but soon he couldn't go on.

The second son of the Count of Bronque was not stupid, and his previous confidence was only because no one had doubted the cause of his brother's death all these years.

Cold and heat are all too common on frozen shores, because the temperature outside is too low and the house is too warm, and the frequent alternation of cold and heat can cause the body's immune system to be disturbed, and eventually lead to the death of the patient.

Because of the conditions, this disease basically occurred in the aristocracy, especially the underage aristocracy. Therefore, cold fever is also the same as sepsis, which is jokingly called "aristocratic disease".

If it is a knight who has already stimulated the seed of fighting spirit, it is better to say that a guy of the black iron rank like Meng Luo, once the cold fever attacks, I am afraid that he can already be declared dead.

Legend has it that devout believers are immune to this terrible disease if they are blessed by the gods, but unfortunately, the entire frozen coast has long been devoid of the protection of the gods.

These things used to be common knowledge in Monroe's memory, but today, all this common sense has disappeared under Mephistopheles's telling, leaving only indifferent speculation and a biting chill.

It seems that no one has ever doubted the truth of "cold fever", or that no one who knows the truth of "cold fever" has ever told anyone else about the secrets of "cold fever".

Does this disease, which has killed countless nobles, really exist, or is it just a façade created by careerists?

If it does exist, then why hasn't any physicians studied it aggressively?

If it didn't exist, there would be a plausible explanation for the coincidental timing of the death of those title candidates......

"My lord, you mean, my father already knew that I did this, and the reason why he pretended not to know was to insure the next heir?"

"Or else?"

"Did I give that guy ......?"

"You want to do something to your brother?"

"Am I not the only heir?"

"Then why didn't you do it before? What are you afraid of?"

Hearing Monroe's plan, Mephistopheles pursed her lips in disdain. Without the intention of saving face for the other party, Mephistopheles directly picked out the fear in Monroe's heart: "You are afraid that your father will kill you directly, right?"

"That's because I didn't know that my father knew what was going on, and I thought that if I did something to that little guy, in a fit of rage, my father would definitely kill me to vent his anger!"

"But now it's different, since my father already knew that I did the previous thing but still didn't do it, it proves that he didn't tolerate this kind of thing as little as I thought, so ......"

"So he's going to kill you, there's no doubt about that. ”

"No way, as soon as Bell dies, I will be the only heir, and I will ...... then"

"The child can be reborn if it is gone, but with your father's temper, he will never let you live as an animal. Besides, do you have a chance?"

"I ......"

Monlo was about to retort, but immediately relented. He remembered the changes he had experienced before and after his brother's death, and a guess began to take shape in his mind.

Before Dillo's death, he was able to hug Bell as a baby, but after Dillo's death, he never really had any contact with Bell.

He had always thought that such a thing would happen because his younger brother looked down on him, but now it seems that he has been vaguely isolated by the whole family.

Although thinking of this, Meng Luo still said with some annoyance: "Killing my brother is a beast, isn't killing my father?"

"Of course it is, but the problem is that with my methods you will be a living beast, and with your methods you will only be a dead animal. ”

"I don't believe my father would do that, besides, no matter what he does, he's my father and I can't ......"

Seeing that Monroe was about to retort, Mephistopheles couldn't bear his hypocrisy anymore: "Don't think I don't know your intentions! Do you think that after killing your brother, you will be saved by me?

"As for revealing my demonic identity, I will be hunted down by various temples, and you can also take the opportunity to break free from my control!

"Why, my lord. Have you forgotten that there is a contract between us!"

"I think you forgot, maybe the temple has a way to break the contract, but as long as I make this contract public, I think your fate will be very interesting. ”

"The contract is not ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Munro saw an old piece of parchment appear in front of him, the words on which were exactly the same as his memory, and the signature was exactly the same as his own notes.

Just as he was about to reach out and touch it, the parchment turned into a black streamer and disappeared into the statue.

"My lord, just do as you say, for the sake of my miserable life for more than ten years and my unfortunate mother, Bronk should also use his life to atone for his sins!"

"Hypocrisy and righteous garbage!"

Mephistopheles continued to taunt, but Monroe didn't change the look of grief on his face as if he hadn't heard what he was saying at all......