In the middle of the night, a horse-drawn carriage galloped out of South Los District.

The coachman shouted, and the wheels rolled.

Inside the carriage, the atmosphere is solemn and gloomy.

Just now, Lisop had told his son that he had exchanged 20% of the proceeds from the Nanzhen Iron Mine to let him return safely.

Lisop could see that after hearing the news, his son felt more and more guilty.

but

It wasn't what he wanted.

He didn't want to see that guilt.

Therefore, the lord spoke again—

"You are not to blame, my son!

I was careless......"

"No, Father!

It's all my fault!

It was my arrogance and carelessness that caused the family to suffer humiliation and loss! ”

Lithop Jr. interrupted Lisopp.

The son of the lord looked at his father, his fists clenched, his nails digging into his flesh, blood slowly running down his palms.

When the old housekeeper on the side saw it, he immediately took out a handkerchief and bandaged it for his young master.

The old butler's eyes were full of distress.

The words are full of self-blame.

"It's all my fault, and if my investigation had been a little more detailed, it wouldn't have happened!"

"You're not wrong!

It's my fault!

All the more because of that guy, if it weren't for him......"

Syllable!

Faced with the comfort of his housekeeper, little Lithop squeezed out an ugly smile, and then became gritted his teeth, and a thick hatred appeared in his eyes, but the next moment, this hatred was replaced by consternation, and the lord's son covered his face and looked at his father in surprise.

He wondered why his father had beaten him.

"Don't blame your mistakes on the strength of the enemy – when you choose the other person to be the enemy, you should expect such strength!

If you can't even face that......

I'm not going to hand Nanzhen over to you! ”

Lisop said in a deep voice.

Stunned, little Lithop nodded immediately after hearing his father's words.

He thinks his father is right.

He shouldn't make excuses for himself.

The old butler on the side thought the same thing.

However, in the eyes of the two, there were more surprises at this moment.

"His Highness agreed?"

Little Lithop asked.

The old butler also looked at his adult with anticipation.

The two of them knew exactly what Lisopp had been doing lately - seeking the help of the Grand Duke to make the title hereditary.

However, it has been in a stalemate phase before.

Even if the Lisopp family had paid enough benefits, the old lion was still vague.

And Lisop's words of 'Nanzhen handed over to you' just now seem to prove that there has been a major breakthrough.

"Hmmm!

When you became the 'medium' attendant in full view, His Highness contacted me—he feared that I had completely fallen to the Earl because of you.

So, yes. ”

Lithop nodded with a complicated expression.

The same goes for little Lithop and the old butler.

A sense of 'fate' immediately plunged the carriage into a brief silence.

Three or four seconds later, it was Lithop Jr. who broke the silence.

"What do we need to give?"

After confirming that he could be the future master of Nanzhen, little Lithop, who had received an aristocratic education since childhood, quickly grasped the key point.

"Fifty percent of the income from iron ore mines!"

Lisop replied.

Even though I knew that it would pay a great price, I still felt distressed after hearing my father's words.

Even with the 'spirit medium', at this moment, the Lisopp family only has 20% of the income from the iron ore and coal mines in Nanzhen.

Although these two percent income is not small, it is enough to make any Nanlos nobles envy.

For ordinary people, it is even more astronomical.

But apparently he could inherit more.

Unwilling!

Wrath!

Waves of emotions appeared in the bottom of Little Lithop's heart.

Even with his father's previous education, little Lithop still struggled to support himself at this time.

Almost involuntarily, the lord's son began to think about how to get revenge on Arthur - not in the open, of course.

It must be hidden and unknown.

'Maybe I can get my hands dirty with the profits from the iron ore mines?'

Or just a mining disaster?

Make them pay more? ’

Little Lithop pondered.

People, isn't that what it is?

Greed has long been imprinted in the bones.

In the past, there was reason as a bondage, and the demon called 'greed' was pressed in the bottom of my heart, but once the shackles were untied, only madness remained.

Lisopp, of course, knew what his son was thinking.

The lord immediately spoke—

"Don't use those tricks!

Both His Highness and the 'medium' are extremely intelligent people.

Especially the 'medium', who has perceptive eyes!

So, after that, little Lithop should not do anything unnecessary, just cooperate.

And now?

We've got a lot of trouble to deal with! ”

At this, the lord sighed and looked at his old butler with an apologetic look in his eyes.

Little Lithop immediately understood what his father meant.

Someone must bear the 'mistakes' of this 'sword fighting competition'.

Otherwise, it will seriously affect the 'honor' of the Lisopp family, and it will make people's hearts fluctuate and affect the future development.

Therefore, someone has to step in to take responsibility.

It can't be him, it can't be his father.

Then all that remained, the old housekeeper of their family.

The identity of the other party is just right.

It has a certain status and rights, which is reasonable to the outside world.

Even if you can't delve into it, it's enough to make sense.

What's more, his father had secretly mentioned him before, and the old housekeeper knew too many things.

Thinking of this, little Lisope looked at his father, and when he found that his father was bowing his head and not saying a word, little Lisop understood everything.

Without hesitation, he raised his right hand and covered the mouth of the old butler beside him, and with a flip of his left hand, he shook out the dagger hidden in his sleeve and stabbed it directly into the old butler's heart.

Burst!

At the sound of the metal blade cutting flesh, the old butler's eyes widened.

But there was no more surprise or disbelief in the eyes of the old butler.

There is only helplessness, and there is a strong regret.

Such a look surprised little Lithop.

What surprised the lord's son even more was that even at the last moment of his life, the palm raised by the old butler was not a struggle.

Instead, it was placed on the back of his hand.

There is no power.

More like ......

Petting.

Little Lithop was startled, almost instinctively pulled out his palm, and his whole body was even more backward on the carriage.

Lisopp, who was sitting opposite, smiled.

Laugh out loud.

Laughing back and forth.

Laughing excitedly-

"Heheheheha

Ciel, how does it feel to be killed by your own son? ”

Lisop stared at the angry old butler and asked with a hideous face.

(End of chapter)

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