The stranger yawned, and his stance was very loose. For a murderer who broke into his home, his posture was too relaxed.

But Arthur didn't dare to let his guard down. Few mortals understood the horrors of a handmaiden as much as he did, especially a favored handmaiden like Miranda. If the other party can take her life in an instant, then he will definitely be able to deal with everyone here faster.

Then the horrible visitor yawned a second time, and asked with a kind of pretentious modesty, "Can you bother to have someone clean up this place, sir?" ”

Although his mouth was asking, he had already sat back on the piano bench, his slender fingers lightly resting on the keys. Despite his size, his joints were well-proportioned, and his shiny nails were neatly trimmed and jade-colored in the light. In any case, it was a masterpiece that was more suitable for being admired than killed.

Before he had time to think about it, Arthur lowered his head: "You can do whatever you see fit." Also, you can call me Arthur. ”

The new Count of Grasse tapped lightly on the keyboard. "No, sir, we won't be together for long."

For a while, Arthur didn't know how to reply, so he could only cover up the turmoil in his heart with a wry smile: "After all, the current Earl of Glass is his father, so he wants to ...... If you imitate it, it still takes some work. ”

"Not necessarily, sir."

"So...... If you need it, please feel free to summon me or a servant, and Grasse will be happy to serve you. Arthur finished speaking as calmly as he could, and turned and walked upstairs. The sound of the bell behind him flowed again. He walked to his daughter's bedroom almost hand in hand, only to realize that his pajamas were soaked in cold sweat.

Raising his hand, he struck two long and two short according to the customary code, and the sound of the spring writhing sounded, and his wife opened the door for him. Without further words, she quickly welcomed him into the room and locked the door with her backhand. Her pajamas were disheveled, apparently fresh out of the covers, her face was pale, and she held a pair of scissors in her hand.

"How's Jeanne?" Arthur gently took his wife's hand, feeling the coldness of her fingers. His body temperature made his wife's face look better. "She drank medicated hot milk and slept deeply."

"That's good." They crept over to the edge of the bed and sat down. The wife rested her head on his chest. "I heard you go out." She said, with a hint of fear in her voice.

"I'm fine, it's Miranda...... Miranda is dead. ”

He felt his wife's breath stall for a moment. "Dead?" She muttered, but joy was quickly replaced by a new trepidation, "Who did it, Baroness?" ”

"It's not...... It's someone else, it's the enemy of the baronesse. He wanted to get his hands on the wedding in a few days, the one with the baroness and the child. He uttered the words in a breathless voice, as if he were afraid that someone would overhear. He will appear under the name of Count Grasse. ”

His wife grabbed his hand so hard that it left a few blue and white fingerprints. "You ......"

"Yes, I worked with him." Arthur gloomily replied, "Maybe he's a covenant man, maybe something else." I don't care about any of that. But he can stand up to the baroness. My dear...... I don't want little Jeanne to continue to live in her shadow. ”

His wife was silent for a long time, then pressed his hand to her cheek and rubbed it gently. "Do what you think is right, my dear."

"Our children will grow up in a better world." Arthur muttered, as if swearing to himself.

Outside the window, the rain is pouring in.

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"Nine days later." Colfaron muttered, slamming the creaking window shut and screwed the latch on. His dazed expression was reflected in the glass. Clearly, the so-called prophet did not anticipate all this.

"Nine days later." Luo Jia repeated, calmly blowing on the teacup. "This is the time we agreed."

"This ...... This is ridiculous. "Colfalon lost his eloquence. He paced incessantly around the room.

Luo Jia threw a piece of fluffy snack into his mouth and swallowed it with warm tea. "Nine days, the hour of transformation, the separation of right and wrong, where the vow becomes powerful, this is the node of the eternal music—what is your expression." He frowned, his childish face looking old. "Can't you hear the music of subspace?"

Colfaron bent down so that Roga could not see his expression. "I'm just reading a few words from the Book of Truth." He carefully chooses his words, "I have embarked on the path of truth, but it has been a long one. ”

Luo Jia waved his hand impatiently. "You have to remember that what a man does touches his shadow on the other side. Whoever is a man must have a shadow, like an echo in the valley. As for Nefrita, her shadow is pinched in someone else's hands, which makes it difficult for her to move. She wanted to borrow my power, and when two shadows far larger than her met, the restriction on her would be the weakest, and she could break free. Do you understand? ”

"I understand." Colfaron replied respectfully, "But...... Why a wedding? Are you going to make a name for yourself in Casas for this? ”

The childlike Prophet tilted his head, his bright purple eyes fixed on Colfaron. "Tell me, Colfaron, why do men water their wheat seeds, and why do they ride their feet across the sea of sand?"

"Because ......," Colfaron replied with a slurp, "because that's a useful method?" ”

"Exactly." Luo Jia scoffed. For some reason, Colfalon felt that he had been in a bad mood since he returned, and that he harbored an inexplicable resentment towards everything. "What people do, the rituals they perform will cause ripples behind the curtain, like throwing a stone into water. And our union represents no less symbolism than a hundred blood sacrifices—your useless, shoddy, and taken for granted. ”

Colfaron knew it was an important time to take a stand. He bent his knees and knelt respectfully in front of Roga, his forehead pressed against the ground. "It is because they have strayed from the right path for so long that I have gone into the desert in search of the truth, and thus I have found you."

He heard a sneer, not loud, but it made a cold sweat break out of his back. "You're no smarter than they are, Colfaron, you're just on the right path, thinking you've gone far. But the road is too long, and your journey is too small in comparison. ”

"I just want to serve the gods better." He said meekly, and to get the reward he deserved. He didn't say the rest of the story. Colfalon never felt that he was unreligious, just as he had never concealed his thirst for earthly glory. It is a natural virtuous cycle for believers to sacrifice for God, and God rewards believers.

"I know what you're asking." Luo Jia did not give up. There was some anger in his shrill childlike voice, which was more in keeping with his outward appearance. "You also think I've been taken advantage of, deceived, don't you? Do you think I'm so bewitched by the lady's rhetoric that I'm going to sacrifice for her in vain? ”

Colfaron realizes that Roga's annoyance is not directed at him, but more like an imaginary enemy who questions him. Suffering from this pond of fish, he did not show dissatisfaction on his face. "I've never ......"

"Needless to say." Luo Jia interrupted him, "You are all just as ignorant and ridiculously shallow. If you think you look stronger, older, and stronger than me, you are above me. I don't blame you, because no one has ever seen as far as I do. Can you see the color of the soul, can you see through the heart of a man, as clearly as seeing the scars on his face? ”

"You are naturally a ...... from the gods"

Colfaron was interrupted again. Luo Jia jumped out of her chair and raised her voice. "Can you hear the melody that swirls behind the curtain and tells you how to decide? Can you see that this city is a big dream, tell me! ”