How could an assassin who was able to track the whereabouts of the Duke of Berrion and never be discovered, and who could also touch the lair of the Blood Flag Brotherhood all the way, could be a group of ordinary people? Just to do this, it would take quite a lot of information, and even be able to evade everyone's search, and only a little bit of the life of a royal family!

The power contained in it alone was enough to strike fear into the hearts of many - the Assassins who saw death as if they were at home had a sophisticated plan, one link after another. If you follow the "script" set by the other party, you will not be able to get rid of suspicion in the café at that time, and you will be implicated in Berion's death, and the end is almost doomed.

But these alone did not surprise Edward, the city of Turin was never a clean place, and conspiracy, dealings, bribery, and abuse of power for personal gain were almost everywhere, and a nobleman who was in power today could disappear from the city the next day because of the slightest problem, and some unknown person who had not been known until the night would become the darling of all eyes just by climbing into a certain magnate.

In this place full of intrigue, there is also a certain bottom line - the nobles of Turin can accept that some innocuous "commoners" or small nobles who have lost power will disappear from this world forever, but a powerful royal family, especially one closely linked to their interests, will become a move to break the bottom line, and it will trigger the anger of the entire kingdom of Turin!

So until now, Edward didn't believe that this could be the work of the Marquis Holard Minest. With the other party's caution, how could he adopt such a reckless way? If the Duke of Berion is really dead, the contradictions that are still lurking in the shadows of the kingdom will erupt all at once.

Local lords and the nobility of Turin, churches and wizards' guilds, royal power and aristocratic privileges, east and west. South vs. North ...... This is only what Edward saw, the contradictions that have accumulated for three hundred years will blow up the entire kingdom of Turin to the sky!

If that is the case, who will benefit?, the question of distress kept echoing in Edward's mind, as if there was a mysterious enemy hiding in the darkness, waiting to strike a fatal blow to him.

Allen sat beside him the whole time. Looking at the extremely solemn expression on Edward's face in distress, he gently patted him on the shoulder with his right hand: "Do you want to take a break, you look too tired - I asked the maid to prepare bath water for you." ”

"No, the Duke hasn't woken up yet, and I can't let him find out I've left him alone in the attic. Edward jokingly replied, "You're the ...... My little wife, I think you should go back to sleep. ”

The blonde girl shook her head, shrunk into Edward's chest, her hair draped over his shoulders, and muttered to herself, "I am your wife." I'm always here for you, wherever you're going. ”

Delicate red lips inadvertently crossed Edward's cheeks, and a hint of drunkenness bloomed on his cheeks like flowers. The smiling Edward kissed it gently, carefully holding the seductive smoothness between his teeth, wrapping his hands around the flexible waist, and pressing the soft temperature against his body.

"Edward, don't stay here......" The girl muttered softly, her eyes gradually becoming a little lost, but this only reason made her no longer able to control her body, and the black-haired knight who hugged her tightly defused her last trace of resistance with unquestionable strength. I could only feel those little tremors......

"Lord Edward...... Oh!" Little Goodwin, who came hurrying over, didn't even catch his breath, and quickly turned his head around almost just the first sight. As if frightened, he fled behind the door of his room: "I'm sorry, should I come back later?"

"I don't think so, my 'dear' squire. Edward soothed the embarrassed Alan, and the girl with a flushed face was ashamed like a squirrel looking for a place to hide, and her cheeks were feverish, and she didn't even have the courage to turn back.

"Alright. Now tell me what it is that can make our little Goodwin run over in such a hurry?" The dark-haired knight with an unkind face stood at the door, and the smiling squire looked a little hairy: "Is the Duke of Barrion awake?"

Little Goodwin nodded sharply, and his equally embarrassed face did not dare to say more: "Angela's medicine has worked—although the Duke of Berrion is still weak, he now insists on seeing you." ”

Thankfully, that's the ...... Edward breathed a sigh of relief. Since he was able to return to normal so quickly, it means that his injuries are not serious. Gently patted little Goodwin's head: "Go help Alan back to the house to rest, I'll go over now." ”

In the attic, Berion lay on the narrow bed, looking a little cramped—it was the bed of the little maid Angela, which was of course too young for an elderly man like the Duke of Berion, but he still had no idea of changing his accommodation. In addition to being physically weak, it is necessary to keep it as secret as possible.

At this moment, the Duke of Berrion, who was lying on the bed, was pale, still gasping slightly, and he did not seem to have the majesty of almost becoming the king of Turin, weak and helpless, and anyone with a weapon in his hand could easily put him to death.

"You saved my life, a priceless favor, Viscount Edward. Lying there, Berion said with a calm face: "I hope to be able to take this as the beginning of our friendship, in this city of Turin, which is full of dangers, everyone needs friends to live." ”

Standing there, Edward smiled and pointed to Gavin Brindisi next to him: "It's about to dawn, I have asked the servant to prepare the carriage, you can go home immediately, and then you will be absolutely safe." ”

"You're really not a hospitable host, Viscount Edward?" the Duke of Berrion laughed a little sarcastically, "Why, a few assassins scared our brave and fearless Sacred Tree Knight into such a virtue, I don't think so, right?" Or do you not even have the slightest idea of revenge in your heart now, so you are willing to endure this shame?!"

"Or are you worried about being implicated - even if you almost have a clear charge, you plan to settle the matter and pass it as if nothing happened?"

"I just don't want to see order in the kingdom collapse because of this—as you said, protect Prince Anson. Edward replied silently, "Or are you going to take the opportunity to play and officially start a war with the Marquis of Hollard?"

"Who knows, maybe it's not the best time yet. It was not so much a conversation with Edward as it was like Barrion talking to himself, and then he calmly raised his head: "You saved my life, and you might be able to give me a wise enough advice, Viscount Edward - what do you think should be done if it were you?"

Me...... Edward hesitated, but his expression remained calm, as if he was thinking. Berion nodded slightly: "That's right, at least in this matter, we are all victims, maybe your advice can give me a lot of reference value, and you can also see whether you cherish this friendship between us." ”

"That's what you're saying. Edward raised the corners of his mouth and said, "If I were you, I would have spread the word about my attack, but I would have to keep the news out of what was happening at the café as much as possible." ”

"Many of the Assassins have fled, and they will certainly report these things to their masters, and if you are 'attacked' somewhere else, half of Turin will be shocked, but the man behind it will know that you are lying, and he will know that he is exposed—and the nervous and fearful fox will show his flaws and give us a chance to catch his tail. ”

"Once he starts to panic, he'll probably do it again – we'll have more chances to clean up the rats from his hands one by one and get this guy where he belongs. (To be continued......)