Banquet Hall.

One of the rooms looked very luxurious. The room was located on the second floor of the hall and was clearly intended for the direct family of the master here, the Earl's family.

High-end solid wood furniture, a table with neatly arranged printing utensils and glass crystal cups, a small but elegant couch in the corner of the room, and a round chandelier hanging from the ceiling in front of the couch illuminates the room.

There were two people in the room at this point, two women, no, two girls to be exact.

A petite girl dressed in a luxurious white princess dress, looking about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a height of about 1.55 meters, sat on the edge of the couch, and on the other side of the couch was a set of exquisite jewelry.

She has a pair of beautiful silver-blue eyes, two lips with silver lipstick, and her whole person exudes an indescribable holy radiance.

It was the protagonist of today's banquet, Miss Licia Stale.

The other girl wore a maid outfit with a white background and a plain blue-black pattern. The delicate maid headdress, the blue-black neck ribbon, the knee-length skirt, and the black one-piece stockings look simple and decent and charming at the same time.

This is the maid who received Kylelius today, Maggie.

She was standing at Lycia's side at this time, hanging her head respectfully, as Kylelius guessed, she was Lycia's personal maid, and naturally her status was higher than that of the other attendants.

Lycia was now playing with a pair of silver headdresses with a pair of slender hands, the same one she had worn on her head at the banquet. While playing casually, she asked to herself, "Maggie, how long has my father been gone?"

There was a hint of eagerness in the girl's tone, and it was clear that she was very concerned about the situation of the Count and the others. Of course, after all, it is her father, and at the same time, her life is at stake, so she can't help but be nervous.

Without hesitation, Mary replied, "Miss Hui, it has been about three and a half hours since the earl. The unhesitating answer showed that Maggie was also keeping an eye on the hands on the clock.

However, she was not concerned about the survival of the Earl's family, but she knew that even if the Earl lost this time, she would have enough capital to maintain the influence of the Style family, after all, this was just a manor, and the Earl's base camp still had a Liliang existence far beyond here.

Moreover, before the Count left, the Count's chief butler had instructed her to leave the place through the Passage with her master, Miss Lycia, and told her the location of the Passage and the route of escape. Carefully arranged, coupled with their own good personal strength (compared to ordinary people), she naturally did not worry about the lives of the main members of the Steyer family such as the earl.

The reason why she had been paying attention to the time was actually very simple, Miss Licia had asked Maggie this question no less than twenty times in the past few hours.

Lycia then asked, "Is there any news from my father?"

Maggie answered the question quickly, "No news yet, my miss." She'd heard it more than ten times.

Lycia smiled self-deprecatingly, "Yes, if there was any news, I should have told me or taken me to prepare to escape, but I was a little too anxious, I'm sorry, Maggie." When she finished, she knew she had asked another question that seemed boring.

Maggie and she had been together for a few hours, even the food and snacks had been checked by an old butler who was waiting outside and brought in herself, and she had no access to news like herself.

"I'm afraid, my miss, this is what I should do. When Maggie heard this, she hurriedly walked a few steps to Lycia, bowed deeply, and said in fear. The movements seemed to be very smooth, and apparently she had done this set of movements more than once.

"You say, Father will be fine, right?" Licia looked up hopefully, staring only at Maggie with her pure silver eyes.

And as Maggie, who has grown up with Licia since childhood, she naturally knows what the answer Licia longs for, "My miss, don't worry, Lord Count will definitely be fine, isn't there still Advisor Tassera and His Excellency the Viscount of Luxembourg who are there? Originally, Maggie also wanted to say that even if she couldn't beat it, it was always no problem to escape. However, thinking of his identity, this sentence still did not come out.

However, the previous words were enough, and Maggie knew that Licia was simply looking for a little comfort in her soul.

Sure enough, after listening to Maggie's words, Lycia's expression gradually softened, and she played with the silver headdress again. The room was silent again, and the atmosphere in the silent room was unusually solemn.

A hurried opening of the door interrupted the heavy air.

The two girls in the room had nervous expressions on their faces at the same time, the difference was that while Lycia's face was nervous, it was more expectant, anticipation of good news. Maggie, on the other hand, has more tension and fear on her face, the fear of bad news.

She is much more rational than Lycia, although she also said just now that the Count will win the final victory, but after the few hours in the room just now, through the analysis and comparison of the strength of the two sides, Lycia is actually not very optimistic that her side will win.

She has been simulating the escape route and various situations that will happen on the way in her mind since just now, and the soft materials used for escape are ready, just waiting for the bad news to come. 'It seems that the escape is about to begin, and although it is only a few days away from the county, it is still fraught with danger. Maggie thought to herself.

However, after seeing the look on the face of the old butler who pushed the door in, Maggie was surprised at the same time, but also relieved in her heart: "It seems that there is no need to escape. The old butler's face was full of excitement and excitement, and it was clear that the outcome of the battle was very smooth.

And Lycia, who had been forcing herself to believe in her heart that her father would win Zuihou's victory, behaved even more explicitly, and crystal tears filled her eyes and involuntarily overflowed. Ignoring the tear-stained face, Lycia stood up and lifted the hem of the princess's dress, and trotted to the door.

The beautiful maiden, with excitement and joy, threw herself into the arms of a figure who had followed the old butler in her arms, and let out a cry full of joy and excitement. The person who came was none other than Earl Stelle, who had just returned with Kylelius and had washed up and changed his clothes.