In the middle of the night, in Turin, the capital of the Countdom of Piedmont, as usual, the plebeian was dim, and everyone had fallen asleep, recovering and preparing for the heavy labor of tomorrow, while the rich district was still brightly lit, even the street lamps on the street were not extinguished, but burning, guiding every gentleman not to take the beauty in his arms to other people's homes after being drunk. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

If there is only some difference, maybe it is that there are more people who have caught a cold recently, and the mortality rate among civilians has begun to increase somewhat, but this is also normal, this is a common disease in big cities, when the seasons change every year, due to the drop in temperature, coupled with the embarrassment of civilians so that they can not afford to change their clothes, and because of this reason, they are all living in small courtyards everywhere, such an environment will naturally make the spread of infectious diseases very quickly.

This makes Turin, a city of 40,000 people, a spectacle every time the seasons change, between the civilian area and the rich area, the rich will pay enough to buy a large amount of firewood and fuel, and then place a brazier every 10 meters or so on this line, so that the civilians can enjoy the warm nights and reduce the rate of illness, but also as a warning that if they go further, they will be attacked.

Although it is inhumane to do so, it brings a beautiful scenery to the ancient city of Turin, and at night, when viewed from a distance, it is like a red ribbon covering the city, which looks a little poetic and beautiful, so many people come to see it, and it is said that the hotels in the city are full of guests from all over the world because of this attraction.

And now, after decades of evolution, even though the lives of civilians have become much better than before, and the sick can have been partially treated, so that death will not take away the poor people in such a hurry, but this wonder has not disappeared, even in spring, summer, autumn and winter, it has always been there.

As for the reason? haha, because those restaurants are all aristocrats.

"Drive!!"

Suddenly, the originally quiet civilian area was disturbed by the sound of horses' hooves, and with the cavalry sitting on the horse, the horses that had begun to pant continued to march forward quickly, and the heavy pace made the houses on both sides of the road be awakened from their sleep, and they all went out of the door to see who was between the horses and the market at night, so that they could not be at peace, but when they came out, the war horse that was loudly stepping on the soil had already disappeared.

Soon the cavalry passed through the civilians and came to the fire, and the cavalry seemed to be very familiar with the place, and immediately found the road of the rich area when they came out of the path of the civilian quarter, and rushed over with the reins, and did not stop when they met the soldiers who were on duty in rotation, and the soldiers, after the initial astonishment and precautions, waited until they saw the blue feathers on the helmets of the comers, but saluted the back of the knight who had already gone away, and no one stopped them.

This is the family crest of the earl's family, and such a blue feather represents the news carried by the cavalry on this war horse, and it is the most important news of the Count of Karst.

They are soldiers of the Earl's family, and if something happens to the Earl's family, there is no essential difference between it and their own accident.

The knight's hooves were fast, and he came to the gate of the Earl's Residence of Karst all the way, where the lights were bright, and the soldiers guarding the residence naturally saw the figure of the cavalry, and immediately a few soldiers standing on the steps walked down the steps and stood at the door, ready to stop the cavalry in front of them.

But when they saw the blue feathers on his helmet, the soldiers who had come to the door exchanged glances with each other, and immediately opened the closed iron door in groups of twos and twos, allowing the cavalry to run in without any hindrance, until the steps of the mansion stopped.

And the moment it stopped, the horse, which had been running for a whole day, fell to the ground and couldn't get up, this was originally a pack horse, and after running for such a long time, his physical strength had long been exhausted, and the knight sitting on the horse also stopped breathing.

He was wounded, and while he was escaping, he was slashed twice in the back by a mob, injuring his internal organs, and it was a miracle to be able to be here, and the completion of the mission made his spirit also dissipate with this relaxation, and in a breath, he died.

The loud sound made when the horse fell naturally made the keeper who was on duty in the foyer hear, walked to the side of the cavalryman who had been killed, and as soon as he saw his iconic helmet, he understood that this was a messenger, and immediately leaned down and touched the cavalryman a few times, and when he touched the chest of the cavalryman, he felt a paper envelope, and the gatekeeper took out the envelope, looked at the words on it, and shook his hands.

Karst Residence.

"What did you say?Marghda, she's dead?!"

Karst looked at the people he arranged in Marghda, desperately passed on the news back, and for a while he couldn't accept it, leaning back on a chair made of wood, Karst took a deep breath, hoping that he could accept the news, but Karst found that his love for Marghada may not be as simple as ordinary bed relationships say.

"Yes, sir. The housekeeper of Karst looked at his master's slightly pale face, and a few strands of hair that had fallen down without grooming, and had many words in his heart, but he did not dare to continue to speak, but only answered Karst's question, and then, like every good housekeeper, stood aside, waiting for his master to ask.

Once again, Karst's death was confirmed, and Karst was still unwilling to accept this cruel news, and at this moment, he had to admit that after so many years of companionship, Karst fell in love with this woman with a beautiful appearance, although this woman was always close to him, and it was only when he was in bed that Karst felt that he owned this woman.

The encounter between Karst and Marghda can be said to be full of drama, when Marghda married an old man, and the unfortunate marriage made her want to escape the cage that locked her, and Karst had not yet become a count, at a drinking party, when Marghda's husband appeared in front of Karst with his 16-year-old wife, the young Karst was undoubtedly seduced by the beautiful woman in front of him.

This is a woman of incredible beauty, the duality of the sixteen-year-old innocence and marrying another woman makes Marghda both simple and full of charm, and when the lips painted with a faint red are closed and called out his name, Karst's heart is rippling, and in this way, Marghda makes Karst, who was only 28 years old at the time, deeply trapped and unable to extricate himself.

And Marghda, a 16-year-old girl, was forced to marry an old man because of her family background, and deep down she didn't want to live with this old man with a noble title for the rest of her life.

It's just that Karst fell in love, but he himself simply thought it was **** rather than love, and the reason for this was naturally a little obscure, when Karst had a relationship with Marghda, the knight Karst already had a wife, and was pregnant, and was about to give birth, Karst at that time naturally could not make a promise to Magda, Karst at that time could only keep hypnotizing himself, he was just playing, and he didn't need to take the woman Malghda too seriously.

However, it is clear that under the constant emotional entanglement, he fell in love with this beautiful woman, especially since his wife was nothing more than a political marriage arranged by his father, and there was no affection between the two of them, and his wife had also been in contact with other men before marrying him, which made Karst undoubtedly more justified in his relationship with Marghada.

In the end, the woman who made him forget his wife, his daughter, and his people, he went crazy thinking about him every night, and then denied his thoughts, and he appeared at the funeral of her husband in Marghdad like a psychopath, and used his status as a count to force the people of Marghdad to recognize her as a baron, and for this reason he did not hesitate to make the vassals in his domain extremely jealous of him, so as to cause a detachment from morality, he loved this Marghada deeply.

And what Malghada fell into was the river of ****, since parting with the karst bed, perhaps because of the dissatisfaction that his youth was wasted on an old man who was about to die, which made Marghada rebellious.

The beauty of the young man in the karst, so that Marghda can not let go, and she for the karst, is obviously as an umbrella and ****, there is no emotion, maybe there is, but only a little, Marghda, who was intoxicated with the ****, began to find a new love behind the old man's back.

And her beautiful looks also make things very easy, every handsome young man will let out a sigh of praise to God when he sees the nude body of Marghda, this is a woman with a perfect body, at least in the eyes of these men, can always have a place where they don't need to take any responsibility to vent their stress, they can't ask for it.

Time passed gradually under such a chaotic relationship, Karst fell in love more and more, and in the end, when his wife died of a serious illness, he did not even feel the slightest desire to cry, and even felt relieved, because the reason for that marriage was only because her father was a viscount who owned a large territory.

Karst's love and the **** of Malghdad spread all over Piedmont unconsciously, and Karst naturally knew about Marghada, he was in pain and sad, but every time he came to the well-designed small manor in Marchada, he still couldn't scold.

For he had no reason to reproach Marghda, who was neither her husband nor her relative, but only one of Marghda's many lovers, and if he had an important identity, he was the first of them.

Maghdad's death made Karst see himself clearly in an instant, he wanted revenge, he wanted the man who killed his woman to be a hundred times more painful than the pain of Maghdad, he wanted to pay with blood.

"Who killed her, who killed her?"

Karst's voice, low and powerful, seemed to hit the butler's heart like a drumbeat, which made him a little afraid that if he told Karst the clues he had gotten, things would get out of hand.

"My lord, our people did not see how Her Excellency Baroness Malghdad died, but found a few arrows in her manor. The butler's words were cautious, and every word was considered before he dared to say it, and now his master had done everything for the sake of Marghda, so he had to make sure that the words in his mouth could not be biased in any way, especially not to that side.

"How many arrows, can you find out whose it is?" Karst spoke in a tone that did not seem to be talking to an old man who had been with him for decades, but as if he was talking to an enemy, although his butler was not his enemy, but Karst couldn't control his emotions now, and he needed to vent.

The butler's hands were clasped tightly in front of him, the last thing he wanted now was for Karst to ask himself this question, his master's mental condition was not good, and a pointed answer was very likely to make Karst vent his anger on this person, but this person couldn't help Karst to vent.

The housekeeper thought of this, his body trembled, Karst's eyes were like wolves, so that the housekeeper couldn't help but feel bottomless, the last time he saw the master's eyes, was when he heard about Rio and Marcheda, Karst was very sad at that time, the woman he had pursued for more than ten years was easily captured by another man in just one month, and even the child regarded him as a good father, Karst had to be jealous, and the housekeeper saw that kind of look at that time.

This gave the butler some courage, after all, the knight named Rio was not killed by Karst, was he?

"My lord, this arrow has a pattern engraved on it, which, according to my observations, should be the family crest of the Duke of Savoy. The butler told the secret of the arrow word by word, and his heart rose to his throat, for he was afraid that his master would now take revenge on Savoy with his troops.

"Ahmed ??!" Karst's pupils couldn't help but shrink tightly because of the news, and his hands were crossed together, but to the butler's surprise, Karst was not angry, but lowered his head and didn't say a word. (To be continued.) )