In Marianne's room, Arthur, Albers, and Maltz looked at Geert as they rushed in, and on the floor were Marianne and Lamit, who had long been tied up and gagged.

The muzzle of the musket in Maltz's hand was still smoking.

Geert was stunned for a moment, and then asked with a puzzled expression.

"What happened?"

"Why did you tie up Lamit and Marianne?"

The Lord's second son's tone gradually increased, but his steps stepped back step by step, but in the corridor outside the door, the old butler, Vontel, and Andy were already waiting there.

However, the second son of the lord did not panic, and he was ready to continue to say something.

It is clear that the other side has not given up yet.

But Arthur was not willing to wait any longer.

He was one step ahead.

"Alright, alright!"

"Your father has already told me that you pushed him down the stairs and colluded with Marianne to kill him - well, your father is watching you right next to you!"

Immediately, the second son of the Lord shook his head from side to side, looked to his sides, and the whole person took a step back in fright.

When nothing was found, the second son of the Lord roared angrily.

"It's just your trick!"

"What about the evidence?"

Arthur's gaze at the Lord's second son immediately became strange, and there was also a kind of pity in it.

No wonder they have made their own decisions, and they have not seen the form clearly until now. ’

Thinking in his heart, Arthur didn't speak again, but pointed to Lamette and Marianne who were trapped on the ground.

The second son's face turned pale

He and Lamit said they were allies and brothers.

He and Marianne say they are allies and true love.

Because, Lamit, Marianne will die.

But now, the two of them are not dead, so it should be him.

Albers on the side didn't forget to mend the knife, and said, "The medicine that I found in the dark compartment of Lamit's room that can anesthetize people should also be put by you, right?" In order to make me mistakenly think that Ramit used such a potion to completely make His Excellency the Lord lose the ability to call for help and kill the Lord, plus if Lamit was killed by Lady Marianne, the suicide note on his body would confirm the identity of his murderer! ”

With Albers' words, Lamit, who was tied up on the ground, struggled violently.

Apparently, Lamette understood what his younger brother wanted to do.

Marianne looked a little calm, she glanced at Geert, and then lowered her head.

And Geert, who was revealed, became hysterical.

"It's all your fault!"

"If it weren't for your presence, everything would be mine!"

"Mine!"

"It's all mine!"

The second son of the Lord shook a dagger out of his sleeve and was about to rush towards Vontel.

With so many people present, the person hated most by this lord's second son was Vontel, if it weren't for this illegitimate son, everything in the Oak Manor, everything in the Doyle family, would be his!

Syllable!

The dagger is knocked down by Andy's baton.

This blow was fast and ruthless, and the wrists of the second son of the lord were broken.

The second son of the Lord, who fell to the ground by his wrist, howled loudly.

"How dare you make a move on a nobleman?"

"You're finished!"

"Your whole family is finished!"

Andy was so frightened that he almost got his baton out of his hands.

Although the Silver Age is over, and the rule of the nobility has long ended, the power of the nobility is still there, and if the Doyle family really wants to take revenge on him, he will definitely not be able to escape, and the whole family will be doomed.

Instinctively, Andy looked at his boss.

Maltz did not disappoint his men.

It's a kick to step forward.

Bang!

This kick hit Geert's lower abdomen, and immediately made the Lord's second son bow into a shrimp, speechless.

"Damn the miscellaneous, you're still clamoring even now - as a nobleman, you won't forget the nobles who killed your relatives, and the tradition will not be recognized, right?"

"You're not a nobleman anymore!"

Whew! Whew!

Geert gasped for breath, and after three or four seconds, he raised his head and stared fiercely at Maltz and Andy.

"You're done!"

"You're all done!"

"Even if the nobles are no longer nobles, they are not a group of commoners to insult - the other nobles of Nanlos will stand up for me at this time!"

Humans are group animals.

People from all walks of life mingle to form what is known as a circle.

Aristocracy is no exception.

Moreover, this small circle is bloodline-supreme, intertwined interests, and extremely xenophobic.

When one of them is insulted, there is a real possibility that the other members will take action.

Of course, it's not free.

Maltz knew this, of course, but he didn't care, it was the boss of the nobles of Nanlos standing behind him—even if it was only on the surface, it was enough.

Just as the Sheriff of the Shire District was about to educate Geert again, Arthur suddenly spoke.

"Butler Vic, are you still going to be silent?"

Arthur's words sent a shudder to the old butler.

The people around him looked at Arthur with some confusion.

Under the gaze of everyone, Arthur said lightly.

"Your Excellency Lord just told me that his bloodline is only Vonter, and the rest are not the Doyle bloodline."

"What?!"

Everyone was shocked.

But when I think about it, it makes sense.

If not, why should the old lord be so nice to an illegitimate child?

The bound Lamit looked like ashes.

Geert yelled again and again.

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"What's impossible?"

Arthur walked up to Vontel, pulled the young man out, and said word by word: "Did you know that in the real will, Vontel is the only one who is written - he is the heir approved by Lord Doyle, and you?" It's just a guy with no name!

Am I right, Vic Steward? ”

All eyes turned to the old butler.

At this moment, the old butler had already calmed down, and he finally understood what Arthur meant when he prayed to Arthur not to disgrace the Doyle family.

As long as Fontel is the sole heir of the Doyle family.

Then, the Doyle family will not be disgraced!

The Doyle family has lost their lord, at a time like this......

Call!

The old butler took a deep breath.

Then, he said.

"That's right, Master Fontel is the only heir to the Doyle family—the will is hidden by me in the secret room."

Everyone froze in place.

They can't turn a corner.

Only Arthur is smiling - honor and blood are the persistence and tradition of the nobility, and anything that encounters these two needs to stand aside.

And at some point, honor is higher than together.

So, Arthur knew very well what the old butler would do.

He was definitely not worried that some people would use their privileges to keep Lamit, Geert, and Marianne alive and plot to seize his oak estate.

Definitely not!

He is a 'medium', what bad intentions can he have?

So—

"So, what are we?"

Arthur laughed as Geert muttered to himself.

"Of course, it is to serve as a shield for Fontel, so that Fontel can grow up healthy and happy, and then let him inherit the family business!"

Burst!

Geert spurted out a mouthful of blood like a lightning strike, and the whole person collapsed to the ground.

Arthur, on the other hand, quietly gestured to Maltz.

Things are far from over.

(End of chapter)