The Duke recited almost from beginning to end in accordance with the laws of the Papal State, and his voice was as hard as an invisible steel blade pressing into the heart of the Marquis Garcia.

And although the latter did not expect that his duke's nephew would turn his face with him on this occasion, beads of sweat began to appear on the man's already vicissitudes of life.

But with a few sneers from Marquis Garcia, he shook his thin face and shook off the cold sweat at the same time.

"My good nephew, in spite of all this...... But I don't understand it at all? ”

The Marquis Garcia did not retreat, but advanced, his arms slightly open like the wings of his old vulture, in order to increase his momentum......

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