It was gray, and there was not even a single figure in the streets, except for the night watchmen patrolling with oil lamps. It was the time of the all-night feast in the mansions at the foot of the hills of Marcherus, and even the theatres of the Rue de la Satin would have to wait another two quarters of an hour for their performances, and the cafes and taverns were already full of guests, so that no one would wander up and down the dark streets at this time.

Alan lay down at the table, looking at the flickering candlelight flickering and flickering, the soup on the plate was already cold, but a guy who should have come back a long time ago still didn't come back. The long wait made Alan yawn, and a thick tiredness spread from his mind.

At this time, there was a sudden noisy sound from the door of the house, and the sound of a carriage could be heard, Alan rubbed his eyes, and then stretched again: "Go and see if Edward is back." ”

The little maid, who was also a little sleepy, nodded with difficulty, jumped out of her chair and walked out of the room. It didn't take long for a scream to be heard outside, almost immediately sobering Alan from his sleepiness.

Something happened! The blonde girl suddenly got up from her chair and rushed out of the room, and as soon as she walked out of the room, she saw a carriage parked in the middle of the courtyard, and the little maid, who was trembling with fright, was kneeling on the ground. Alan looked in the direction she was pointing, and saw a blood-stained black-haired knight leaning against the carriage with a solemn face, gasping for breath......

"Edward?!"

Alen, who screamed, rushed over desperately, holding Edward, who had not yet reacted, in his arms, while groping back and forth on his body with a frightened expression. They looked like they were about to cry: "What's going on. Where are you hurt?"

"Don't worry. I didn't have anything - the blood was someone else's. Looking at the nervous appearance of his little wife, Edward, who couldn't cry or laugh, could only pat her on the back comfortingly: "There was a little problem, but at least I came back alive - the one who was really in danger was in the carriage." ”

On the carriage, Alan turned his head, only to see the figure that was carefully carried out of the carriage, although he was not familiar, but when she saw the face, the girl still covered her mouth in surprise: "This, this should not be ......?"

"Duke Berrion Marcherus, brother of His Majesty Horace. Edward explained with a smile on his breath, and then instructed his wife with a serious expression, "I don't have much time for you to explain." Allen - the Duke was assassinated, and I was right next to me, and we sneaked back, so we can't let anyone know now that the injured Duke is at our house!"

"Now tidy up the house, and I'll take the Duke to the attic in a moment. Alan must guard the door of the house, and no one will be allowed to enter, not even the Marquis of Holard Minester or Luthen. Edward emphasized very seriously: "Even if the other party has His Majesty's edict, he must buy us time!"

"I see. Seeing Edward's expression, the perceptive Alan didn't ask any more questions, nodded and returned to the dining room as if nothing had happened. It's just that there is still a bit of unbearable and worried gaze in his eyes.

Gallvin Brindis, who was also very anxious, watched the Duke of Berrion being carried into the attic room, and he was so nervous that he wanted to follow along. But he was blocked by Ludwig, and he couldn't help but be angry for a while: "Let me in, Lord Duke, his life is in danger!"

"That's why I advise you not to break in at such times. Ludwig smiled kindly, but pushed Gavin away from the door without leaving a trace: "When you go in at this time, it will not help you in the slightest to save the Duke." ”

"Could it be that the people in the room can help—there is not even a doctor or pharmacist in this house, and the Duke needs the best doctors and pharmacists now!" Garvin roared angrily, "And it's an insult that you still let the Duke stay in a place like the attic......"

Jiawen's voice stopped in front of the next word, because a cold blade had been pressed against his throat, and his mouth was open with cold sweat falling from his forehead, but he couldn't even shout half a syllable.

"If the price of life is the death of an insignificant clerk, I believe that the Duke would be more than happy to pay that price. Still "smiling", Ludwig withdrew his Hidden Blade and stared at the angry face with his arms behind his back full of curiosity: "Maybe we can try it?"

"Of course, I advise you not to jump to conclusions - perhaps this unseemly unseemly attic is the only place where the Duke can be saved. Ludwig said slowly, in a very reverie-prone tone, "How do you know that there are no top pharmacists here?"

And at this moment, in the attic room, Edward and Marco were equally nervous watching the little maid Angela fiddle back and forth between a few test tubes, at this time even the silver-haired wizard couldn't help but shed a few drops of nervous sweat, after all, once this kind of thing goes wrong, the end is devastating.

But at such times he was unable to intervene - Marco Tasker studied alchemy and mechanics, and he only dabbled in pharmaceutic, knowing some herbs in the wild. In front of Angela, the little maid who is the master of life magic, he is not even qualified to be an assistant, and he does not dare to show off too much at such a time.

Lying on the bed, Berion's face was pale, his body was trembling all the time, his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, obviously enduring great pain, his cheeks were almost sickly flushed and even purple, and there seemed to be signs of spreading.

A busy Angela put a few test tubes in place, took a small short knife and gently slashed a seven-pointed star rune on Berion's calf, which had already begun to abscess, and poured the potion in the test tube on it. The slashed area suddenly began to smoke as if it had been corroded, and then it melted away little by little, and dark brown pus continued to flow out of the blasted wound and into the wooden barrel that had been prepared.

"Is there a problem?" Edward asked, "this man...... There shouldn't be a danger of death, right?"

The little maid shook her head in annoyance: "Angela only stopped the abscess from continuing to festering and the spread of toxins, but too much time has passed, and some of them have begun to penetrate, so Angela has nothing to do." ”

"Fortunately, the poison wasn't very poisonous - a small amount would only kill white mice, which Angela often experimented with. The little maid also proudly straightened her small chest: "So as long as you find the right medicine, there is no difficulty in treatment, and it will take a little time to recover." ”

"It's going to take some time to prepare the antidote—because Angela needs to understand what the poison is, and he'll probably be in a coma until then. ”

"And I believe that only our loveliest Angela in the world can do that. Hearing this answer, Edward patted the little maid's head lightly: "Show a miracle, and let us open our eyes again!"

"That's for sure!" the little maid snorted proudly, glaring viciously at Marco Tasker next to her, "Angela is the best tool to use, unlike some guys who can only be made into ghouls!"

The silver-haired wizard couldn't help but roll his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched a little to say something, but in the end he gave up. Rather playfully, he looked at Edward, "Can you guess who exactly wanted to assassinate the Duke of Barrion?"

Edward shook his head, but sneered again: "No matter who planned this somewhat unexpected assassination, the other party is obviously also a guy who knows me and is planning to kill me, and his desire to kill me is no less than the urge to kill the Duke of Barrion!" (To be continued......)

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