How long can the heat of an event last? Believe me, it won't be long...... When the evening sun once again gilded Nightingale with a circle of enchanting light, the people who came and went at the gates had lost even the last bit of interest in the dark red water stains in the brick cracks.

The rumors are just an embellishment in the lives of unrelated people to pass the time, just like the meat floss on toast, you will only express your dissatisfaction with how much or less it is, but you will never give up filling your stomach because of this. Of course, things are never so simple for the parties involved.

In a corner of Nightingale City, two strange guests came to the garrison's barracks, although no one knew their identities, but the guards who subconsciously avoided them knew very well that these two were by no means the ones they could provoke. As for why they are here, well, maybe it has something to do with the morning riot at the city gates.

Under the control of their owners, the two war horses walked leisurely, and the first to ride was a ten-year-old young man. He wore a delicate white silk tunic with a tulle scarf around the neckline, a black embroidered gold stand-up collar jacket with several golden buttons, and a circle of elegant shirt sleeves at the gradually tightened cuffs.

This man, of course, was Paislin, and he was so heroic at this time compared to the raunchy appearance of the fugitive, especially the eyes that were hidden under the luxurious exterior, which were so bright and intimidatingly sharp. "Tell your master and say it's all right......" His voice was calm, without the slightest heave.

The man who had fallen slightly behind him bowed slightly on horseback, his low-pitched gray pupils revealing submissive humility. "Yes, my lord......," replied Eshkant at once, "I believe that the master will be very happy when he receives the news here." ”

"Of course he'll be happy!" said Peslin, chuckling, "and that saves us a lot of trouble! If we had known that Murich was so obedient, we wouldn't have had to ambush at the Bleak Pass." He said, glanced back and continued, "Your injury, are you okay?"

Eshkant was stunned, but quickly replied, "Rest assured, this injury is really nothing. ”

"It's okay......" Peslin nodded, as if remembering something, "If you die in the Bleak Mountain Pass, your master will find me desperately!" his voice suddenly became extremely deep. "Remember, impulsiveness doesn't solve problems, especially when it's time for life and death......"

"Yes, my lord!" a cold sweat suddenly broke out on Eshkant's forehead, and he remembered the moment when he rushed madly towards Tandra because of Ozur's death. If it weren't for Paislin's use of a few blunt arrows to block his attack, I'm afraid that Tandra's sword would have torn him in half.

Paislin shook his head slightly boredly. "Don't be so serious...... You and your host are so similar......"

Eshkant smiled awkwardly, the master in front of him and the master behind him were not existences that could be evaluated at will, he could only change the topic and said: "My lord, why do you still come to the dungeon? Please forgive me for being straightforward, I am afraid that under the current situation, your meeting with His Highness Essorvillain is destined to be unpleasant......"

"yes, why?......" Paislin's voice was inexplicably hollow, and a familiar warmth suddenly appeared in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a more brutal coldness. "For the sake of farewell...... Maybe this is the last time. ”

Eshkant listened, and chose to be silent with interest, while Peslin, who rode only subconsciously, seemed to be caught up in a brief memory, and the sound of horses' hooves playing in the silence of the barracks was only the sound of broken stars.

Not long after, when Peslin and Eshkant arrived in front of the low building where the nightingale dungeon was located, they saw a figure by the brazier at the doorway that should not be there—Aubrey Dviculle, the illegitimate son of Count Fenris.

"Good night, my lord!" said Aubrey as he walked up quickly, bowing.

Paisling and Eshkant looked at each other and jumped off their horses with a smile. "Good night, your name is Aubrey, isn't it? Eshkant told me about you. ”

Although Paislin was dismissive of the identity of the other party's illegitimate son, after all, in a kingdom composed of layers of nobles, the title of bastard means that the person will never inherit any fiefs and possessions from his father, but the special situation of the Western Province has forced Paislin to consider.

"Yes, my lord, thank you for remembering my insignificant name. Aubrey bowed again, his voice taut with respect.

Paislin shook his head with a smile and glanced at Eskant quickly, while the latter frowned slightly. "You're so polite, Aubrey, even if you know I'm going to come to the dungeon, just arrange a random guard, you really don't need to wait here yourself. Peslin said directly, he obviously didn't believe that the other party would come to open the door for him, "Speaking of which, I haven't visited Lord Mulich yet, and Lord Duke, and I don't know how they are talking now? For the sake of the Lord God, someone is pretending to be the crown prince, this is a big deal!"

After Paislin finished speaking, he looked at Aubrey with Eshkant. They deliberately did not go to see Mourich after the morning riots, because from the moment Essaouiran was detained, there was no room for manoeuvre, and Count Fenris was completely tied to his chariot. The question is simply what choice Eudora, Duke of the West, will make. What they had to wait for was this answer, or the attitude of the entire Western Provinces.

"My lord, the fact that I'm waiting for you here also has something to do with it......," Aubrey's face suddenly changed in the firelight, and finally he gritted his teeth and whispered, "I'm sorry to inform you that Lord Udora, Duke of the West, has just passed away due to overthinking......" His voice was filled with deep sadness. "As you know, Lord Duke's health has always been poor, and this time, I am afraid that this time I have great expectations, but I didn't expect such a result......"

In fact, he was certainly not here waiting for the doorman to open the door to Peslin, he already knew what was going on in the Duke's Palace, as well as the fact that Teresa and Kereni had escaped from Nightingale City. This kind of argument is the result of the discussion between the father and son, for them, the cost of this transaction is inevitably a little too big, and they need to be paid, even more.

Paislin's pupils shrank suddenly, and the palms behind his back suddenly clenched together, and even Eshkant, who was standing next to him, widened his eyes in shock. The death of Duke Eudora of the Westland was a result they had not expected at all, and as for the sudden death of any kind of nonsense, it was simply unbelievable!

"This ...... This is truly heartbreaking news...... "Allow me to send my deepest condolences...... It seems that I need to meet with Master Murishi soon......" he squinted at Aubrey, who was bowing in front of him. "I believe, however, that neither the Lord Regent nor the Imperial Council will have any objection to Lord Murihi's taking over the affairs of the Western Province. ”

Aubrey's body jerked. "Yes, my lord, I will pass on your words to my father!" his voice trembled slightly, "I am sure that my father is also very much looking forward to your visit!"

"In that case, I won't delay your time, presumably, Lord Muric must be busy with the death of the Duke by now, right?" said Paislin, his expression a little playful.

Aubrey straightened up, the answer he wanted had been obtained, and although Paislin's words flashed an unnatural embarrassment across his face, it didn't matter anymore. "Thank you for your understanding, my lordship, then I will retire, if there is any need, just notify the guards, and I will serve you as soon as possible!"

"Again, to convey my condolences to Lord Murich. Paislin nodded.

"Yes, Your Excellency...... Please forgive my faux pas. Aubrey finally saluted Peslin and Eshkant, and turned to leave the garrison.

Looking at Aubrey's fading back, Paislin's face faded from all smiles, and he looked extremely eerie in the shadows cast by the firelight. "Look at this greedy and lowly reptile...... his voice was full of contempt and disgust, "the last bit of dignity and bottom line of being a nobleman has been ruined by the father and son of the Dwikule family?......!

The corners of Paislin's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a cruel smile. "Greed isn't terrible! It's terrible to be inflated with greed, so that the ignorant fool forgets how much appetite he really has!" he said, "The Western Frontier Province, it's over......"

Eshkant, who was standing next to him, did not speak, but he knew very well in his heart that the son of the regent, who was extremely clever and very spicy, was not wrong at all, and that the province of the West was indeed finished. The Olem dynasty, which lasted for more than 200 years, has undergone many changes, so why are only seven dukedoms still standing?

The White Oak Province symbolizes imperial power, the Thousand Pop Province symbolizes antiquity, the Tampon Province symbolizes abundance, the Black Rock Province symbolizes force, the Belen Province symbolizes shrewdness, the Junhe Province symbolizes indomitability, and the Western Province symbolizes fortitude. These great family beliefs have been precipitated into majesty over the years, like unshakable cornerstones, pushing this land and the family that rules them to immortal glory.

And what can the father and son of the Devikuler family bring? Greed, only blind and ignorant greed...... Such a piece of land will only be dismembered, crushed, and carved up by the strong, and finally become a yellowed name in the history of the kingdom, completely forgotten.

Eshkant smiled nonchalantly, and he considered whether to send the news to his master with him, for the purpose of being simple, sharpen his knife and fork and prepare in advance.

At this moment, Paislin's voice drifted coldly. "Watch your claws!, stretch out too early, be careful to let others slash together......" said this, and walked towards the door of the dungeon.

Eshkant was stunned for a moment, and instantly realized his gaffe. "Yes, sir. He said, and couldn't help but ask, "My lord, are you sure you don't need my company?"

Paislin stopped, but didn't look back. "No, that's my favorite brother......"