Karst's fingers kept rubbing, he had to admit that he was frightened by the name, it was his lord, it was his master, and now, his own master killed the woman he loved? Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Does Amed know about the relationship between Malghdad and himself? Karst thought to himself, perhaps he knows, that the intelligence network owned by a duke should not be underestimated, especially an older duke, and he knows that in order to govern his territory well, in addition to a strong military, what is more needed is an impenetrable intelligence network.

The matter of Marghdad and Karst Even the citizens of Piedmont know that there is a leg between them, and Ahmed, who has such a powerful intelligence system, has no reason not to know, so the question is, since he knows, why kill Marghad?

Karst never wanted to betray Ahmed, he served the House of Savoy wholeheartedly, and gave his only daughter to the Duke's son to become a key to their future rule over Piedmont, and he could be said to have achieved the most humble level, and the Duke had no reason to want to kill him.

"How could the Duke do such a thing? It can't be framed by someone, right?"

"Yes, the House of Savoy is a famous family in the Empire, which nobleman would not know their family crest, it is definitely not difficult to imitate it, and if the Duke really wants to kill Marghada, why would he use his own family coat of arms?

"I am still useful to him, my daughter will also marry his son and become part of the Duchy of Savoy in the future, he does not have to do it, yes, he does not have to, there must be someone who frames the duke, wants to see our own people fighting among themselves, yes, it must be so. “

Karst's mind began to defend Ahmed involuntarily, and in his thinking he discarded all the bad thoughts about Ahmed, and began to excuse Ahmed as if it was impossible for the Duke to kill Marghad.

He left his seat and walked over to the map on the right side of the room, a panorama of Piedmont, depicted in such detail that even a small bridgehead was marked, which showed the strength of Karst in Piedmont.

If you want to enter the sphere of influence of the local nobles, and still carve the map to such a fine extent, you can't do it without strong financial resources and high prestige, but the paper used in this map has gradually yellowed, but it has not yet reached the point of damage, it is just a little dry and wrinkled, and it is estimated that it should be more than twenty years.

This is Karst just became an earl, after a civil strife after the order of someone to draw, at that time Karst was heroic, as the spirit of the sea, in the face of the tide of the enemy command, which allowed him to accumulate unparalleled popularity, and terrible political strength, the young Karst at that time, with his courtiers, one by one to the castle of those viscounts, in the confrontation of the knights to draw this map representing the advent of his reign.

At that time, he was not afraid of heaven and earth, he had a powerful army, a beautiful wife and a lovely daughter, and a lover who was so beautiful that it was suffocating, the people obeyed him, the nobles were subservient at his feet, all things prospered because of him, and because of his anger caused disaster.

However, these old stories have long been turned into legends under the wear and tear of the years, and that legendary person, now, has also become a cowardly old nobleman, only thinking about how to protect his family and the relatives around him, as for the yearning for love and the dignity of the nobles, Karst has long been no longer caring.

Karst looked at the dense place names on the map, and began to look for the target who would frame Ahmed, his eyes were already a little old, and he could only see clearly by holding a magnifying glass and then approaching the map, which made the housekeeper on the side a little worried, afraid that Karst would accidentally fall to the ground.

Karst's hand with a magnifying glass swept his eyes from place names to place, and the voices and smiles of a viscount appeared in his mind one by one, and he kept wondering if it was him, was it him, was it him?

Suspicion made Karst look at everyone as if he were an enemy, but when he tried it again, he couldn't make a decision, until Karst's eyes saw a place name that he was very familiar with, and his hand holding a magnifying glass stopped, and his eyes no longer moved around, looking for the opponent he had guessed, but looked straight at the place name.

Marghda, the name of the woman Karst loved dearly, undoubtedly reminded him of what had happened at the time.

At that time, in order to commemorate her becoming a baron, she personally issued an order to all the nobles to change the name of the territory she inherited to the name of Malghda, which made Marghada very moved at that time, as a lord, Marghada itself cannot change the name of the place, otherwise there will be a problem in the transfer when there is a war in the future, so all the nobles who have a lord, when changing the name of the place, need to inform their lord, and agree to change it.

And this, for Marghada, is an impossible thing, at that time she was famous, a husband at home sick and unable to get out of bed, but she was hooking up with her husband outside, to be able to become a lord is already the limit of what the nobles can tolerate, changing the name of the place, completely erasing the honor of the previous noble, this is an unforgivable thing for any aristocratic family.

At that time, Marghdad was not qualified to become a lord, he was only the wife of a dead lord, and he had no right to inherit at all, and his succession made many gentry in the realm dissatisfied, believing that she could not protect their property from infringement and left here, and even relied on the hands of the surrounding nobles to seek refuge in the hands of the surrounding nobles.

At that time, Marghada could be described as internal and external troubles, and it couldn't be more miserable.

Karst, on the other hand, did not abandon Marghda, and even helped her to do this, leaving her name forever in the land of Piedmont, becoming a true nobleman, for only one reason, and still remembering why he did it.

At that time, he had reached the age of about 40 years old, and there were many strong teenagers in his teens who had just come of age, he was already old, and he no longer had the energy to deal with the prime of life, and he had a full curiosity about the male body.

And Marghda is more like a soul mate for Karst, and his body, Marghda no longer has any extra thoughts to drive her body to touch, Karst naturally knows what Marghda thinks, but love makes him choose to tolerate Marghda's betrayal.

And let himself bear it, so he decided to change the name of the place, leaving the name of Marghdad on his map, so that he could look at this map hanging in his office in the middle of the night, and imagine that beautiful woman, who was alive and happy in that land with the same name.

And I can also look at this name here, thinking about all the wastes in the past, and I am also very happy.

But now, the name is still there, but the person is gone.

"Smack!!"

The magnifying glass was slammed to the ground by the karst, shattered into countless glass shards, which had been bought from Venice, and that piece of glass alone was worth a mark, not to mention the handle made by a special person outside, and in this way, the income generated by ten villages in a year was shattered.

But what the housekeeper was afraid of was not this, he was already relieved to see Karst's state, as long as Karst put his enemies in his own territory, then with the family wealth accumulated over the years, hire a force, plus Karst's army, he can definitely wipe this force off the map, but if Karst puts his anger on Amed, then Karst has to face, but the grasshopper shaking the tree has no chance to die.

"Master, are you alright?"

The butler's tone was a little inquiring, and the reflection of the candlelight made the shadow of the karst stretch infinitely on the wall, but because the windows and doors were tightly closed, they did not form a shadow like a ghost film, but stood straight on the wall, without the slightest deviation.

"I'm fine. “

Karst didn't say anything, turned his head and didn't look at the map on the wall again, went straight to his seat, picked up the glass with red wine next to it, and drank it with a clatter, I don't know if it was because Karst's mind was no longer here, so he was a little too anxious when he drank, and a lot of red liquid did not flow down the mouth of the cup into Karst's mouth, but flowed along the corners of his mouth to his beard, to his clothes, until it was dyed red.

The cup was taken away, put back on the table, and the lights flickered on Karst's face and body, making the red wine that had been left in the corners of Karst's mouth more bright red, and the housekeeper looked at Karst as if he was looking at a beast that had just eaten people.

Karst, on the other hand, did not notice the housekeeper's movements at all, but looked straight at the moon outside the window, and did not speak for a long time, until dawn, and did not leave.

He just kept looking at it, as if there was something on it that fascinated him.

Gentlemen and ladies from all over the Duchy of Savoy arrive in their carriages to the court of the Duchess of Savoy to celebrate the great feast held once a month, to expand their network, or to find a suitable partner for their children to be married in the glorious cathedral.

But the master of this court, the Duke of Ahmed, did not appear in the palace where the grand event was held, but in a hidden place in the court, a person sat in the room with a wine jug, quietly, only the sound of pouring wine, and did not speak, but sat as if waiting for someone.

"Footsteps (forgive me for not thinking of any onomatopoeia.....)"

Amed placed the glass in his hand on the table when he heard the footsteps, and straightened up from the chair where he had reclined, and when he entered the courtyard, he ordered that no one should enter, and that anyone who dared to trespass would be killed.

His own army, Ahmed himself knows best, can stand out from tens of thousands of soldiers, and finally work in his own court, absolutely none of them are amateurs, every one of them is loyal and reliable, if you want to enter here quietly, there is no possibility, and the only person who has the possibility is only able to do it with his own assassination team.

Soon, the footsteps stopped, and a man in black who was half-kneeling on the ground suddenly appeared not far from Ahmed's side, his appearance was completely hidden in the dark, and his figure was also very petite, but at a glance, he could still judge that it was a man, and he appeared in front of Ahmed like this, and Ahmed was not surprised, as if the person who appeared in front of him would be surprised if he came here with great fanfare.

"Your Excellency, the mission has been accomplished. “

"You saw her die with your own eyes?" the words of the visitor were simple and clear, but Ahmed looked a little excited, which is not an easy task for a man who has reigned for decades, and it is obvious that this matter is very important to Ahmed.

"Yes, my lord, I saw with my own eyes that my arrow pierced the body of the Baroness of Marchada. “

The man in black, who was half-kneeling on the ground, answered his master's question truthfully, and was not honored or apprehensive because he had killed a nobleman, as if he had killed a chicken, without any ups and downs, like a dead man.

It's just that the words that came out of his mouth, if other people heard it, he would probably be half frightened to death, because this is Ahmed's direct army, he killed Marghad, and reported to Ahmed here, the results can be obtained, it is naturally obvious that Ahmed really wanted to kill Malghada just like the news Karst got from it, and put it into action, and succeeded.

"Whew, very good, you go down. “

Hearing the news that Marghada was completely dead, Amed finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on the corner of his mouth involuntarily bloomed, accompanied by that old face, like a blooming chrysanthemum, which made people feel happy and vomited.

But Ahmed obviously didn't feel how carried away he was now, and now he only had one feeling, that is, the whole situation was under his control, and Karst, the wolf dog he had raised for so many years, could finally fight for himself. (To be continued.) )