After listening to Dussonde's analysis, Rosen's first reaction was to ask.

"Sir...... What do you mean......" Rosen even seemed to have lost the ability to organize his language, and he stammered, "I, my father, he...... Yes, he was killed? ”

"It's highly likely, but we don't have clear evidence to confirm it." Dussaint sighed and said, "I want to get justice for your father from the surface...... It's hard. ”

Rosen looked up at Dusand in despair, and only after a long time did he say astringently, "Master, when a person dies, there is nothing." I...... I don't want any justice. As long as we can live a good life. ”

If civilians want to live with dignity, they have to give up some of their dignity. Those who are already dead, do not affect the already difficult lives of those who are alive.

This is the lesson engraved in the bones of every Upper Albin. For civilians, having a coffin to hold a body is considered decent. It is impossible for them to be like the nobles, who feasted after death and held a dance party for a week.

Not to mention luxurious cemeteries and art-level tombstones – if you can leave a wooden plaque, even the living are still remembering the deceased.

That's what Rosen thought. The lord also said that it is difficult to seek justice. His life is gradually improving now, and maybe in a few years, he will be able to erect a decent marble tombstone for his father.

That's enough.

"You can't do it in the open, but it's fair...... We're still going to get it back. Dussaint was a little surprised by Rosen's statement, and after thinking about the reason, he was even a little moved. In order not to cause trouble for himself, Rosen directly decided not to pursue the revenge of his father's murder.

Dussand's heavy emotion made him a little excited, and he circled around the spot twice with his hands behind his back, paused and said, "We don't have proof, but it doesn't matter - a suspicion is enough." ”

"Harold probably benefited the most from your father's affairs, and he reacted the most after I messed things up. That's enough. Dussander stared into Rosen's eyes and asked, "Their father was killed by them, and they are planning to destroy my family." Rosen, I'm going to fight them hard - are you willing to just give up? ”

Rosen clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't want to!" ”

"Harold - he wants you to get you on your knees, stretch your necks, and swing an axe to cut off your heads." Dussander also clenched his fists, "Because you kneel low enough, because your neck is not long enough, this bastard even has to take two more bites on your body!" ”

"He has obtained the title of nobility by despicable means, and then intends to enslave you with this." Dussander slowed down his speech, "He wants to make you his slaves for the rest of your lives with that little bit of despicable calculation." ”

"I don't say yes!" Dussaint shouted in an almost roaring voice, and he waved his hand violently, "If you want to enslave us, then exchange your life!" I will tell Harold - the price of wanting to enslave a free people will be his life! ”

Dussand's eyes were red, and Rosen's eyes were even redder, as if they were about to drip blood. Even Todd on the side secretly clenched his fists.

The white-knuckled fist was hidden behind him.

"I'll fight him to the end, what about you?" Dussander suppressed his voice and asked, "Do you and your Rosen Company have the guts to have a white-knuckle battle with this 'Venerable Lord'?" ”

"For your wishes!" Rosen got down on one knee and swore allegiance to Dussand, "Your will is my mission!" ”

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The temperature in the flower hall was as pleasant as ever. Androni sat at the tea table, looking at the investigation report brought by Sir Peel, her brow furrowed slightly.

"Lord Harold?" She put down her report, raised her eyes and looked at Sir Peel and asked quietly, "Tell me, Sir Peel." Who gave you the guts to provoke a fight between two nobles? ”

Sir Peel bowed down with difficulty, and he trembled, "Madame, every word of the investigation report here is true. I vouch for my life and honor. I don't have the guts to provoke a fight between the two nobles, but Lord Harold has already begun the pace of war. ”

The contents of the investigation report are all reports that have been piled up in the police force for a long time, and the content recorded on the last two pages is the source of Androni's anger.

Lord Harold is recruiting Star Thieves, who he prepares to raid the Manor at the Ball in a week's time. The aim is to kill Androni and Dusand once and for all. Failure to do so would turn the raid into a kidnapping - both Dusand and Lorraine would be targeted.

"In the one hundred and seventy-five years since Newsar pioneered, no nobleman has ever been so bold." Androni quietly commented, "It's not in order. ”

"Yes, ma'am." Sir Peel bowed deeper, "But...... The Police Force could not rely on such information to arrest a Lord. All of this was his plan, not a criminal act that had already been carried out. We can only stop the criminal acts of the nobles, but arrest ...... It needs to be decided by the Privy Council first. After being stripped of the title of nobility, we can step in. ”

"So, you're going to tell me......," asked Androny, looking silently at Sir Peel, who was almost curled up in a ball, "and you know that an attack is imminent, and you still have to wait for those armed men to do fire the first shot at my manor before you can react?" ”

"I beg your pardon, ma'am." Sir Peel looked up and said, "That's the rule. ”

It was a long time before Sir Peel added again, "But I can make small arrangements through my friends in the Privy Council." He looked at Androni and said, "Lord Dussand's little friend, I also gave as much help as I could. Madame, I have exercised my loyalty to the extent that I can do it, and I will ...... I can only wish you the best of luck. ”

"Let's go down." Androni wasn't going to say anything more to Peel, "I never thought of letting my ten-year-old son get his hands dirty to take care of these problems for me. ”

Sir Peel stood up, took a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "Madam, with all due respect. Lord Harold is here for you and Lord Dussand—and it would be in the best interest of his education to let Lord Dusand take matters into his own hands. ”