A month later, when Philip returned to Flogen, he heard that the Holy Tower had been infiltrated and attacked by a group of infidels of unknown origin, and that several important documents had been lost.

Thinking of the hideous-looking moody young man, Philip had a feeling in his mind that this would not be the last time they would deal with each other.

Instead of returning to the official residence across the street, Adams, who had temporarily taken over from Chand's serious injury, arrived in a small compound compound in the east of the city, where several people were still waiting for him.

Walking into the house, there was a strong smell of herbs, and the two figures saw him sit up, and the seriously wounded man on the bed was still struggling to get off the ground, but he dissuaded him.

This is a middle-aged man who has clearly entered a period of decline, and his entire body is wrapped in thick bandages, revealing only his relatively intact head.

It was Cook Lovegood in the Grogunian cobbler's quarter.

And the man who was thrilled to see him, with a completely different appearance from the Wards, and a short and thin figure, was William Lovegood Sun.

Philip comforted William, first came to the bed, bowed deeply to the middle-aged man, and then held the calloused hands, and greeted cordially: "Daddy Cook, I have caused you trouble this time, I want to thank you, you have cultivated a brave man." ”

Old Cook shook his head, and nodded, perhaps not in words, but just glancing to the side with a deep pride in his eyes.

Philip smiled, turned to the thin figure and said, "Rest assured that Daddy Cook is recuperating from his injuries, and Gerald and they are all waiting for you to return to the team." ”

A happy smile appeared on William's immature little face, he didn't know that Philip was seriously injured and dying a few days ago, but when he was recuperating here, he listened to the chaotic sounds on the street outside, and his heart was always uneasy.

He didn't feel how great he was, he just made the choice he was most loyal to his heart in the most difficult moments.

That day, before stepping into the bitter chrysanthemum bar, he did not make a final choice, on the one hand, the life and death of his adoptive father, and on the other hand, he was loyal to his employer.

This choice may not be difficult, but for a teenager who is only 17 years old, it is an unsolvable problem, even if he is smart enough.

Until he was pricked in the palm by the buckle on the black belt that he was holding tightly.

I don't know when it was pierced, although there was not much blood, it still slowly dripped down the wrist, eye-catching and dazzling.

The letters carved by his own hand were like the eyes of old Cook, watching him in the dark.

If it were an adoptive father, what choice would he make?

How would Cook Sr. react if he knew he had become a traitor?

Why is fate so unfair, and when he just saw the light of day, he sank back to hell and faced these two dilemmas.

With his lips tightly closed, his silver teeth almost crushed, young William finally stepped through the door of the bar, looking for the group of people who were waiting for him.

The rest was simple, and the men who had been in the city for so long did not seem to realize that this inconspicuous-looking young man, trembling in timidity and uneasiness, had the audacity to deceive them.

After confirming that his adoptive father was still alive for the time being, William pretended to have to accept the other party's assignment, and secretly found Philip's dormitory in the middle of the night.

Philip solemnly promised William that he would bring Papa Cook back intact, and sent Paul and two other third-level awakened warriors to assist William.

In order not to alarm the other party, Shun Teng found out the mastermind behind the scenes, and the matter dragged on for a few days.

Even William, in order to gain the trust of the other party, revealed the secrets of several Philip groups, and exposed the weaknesses in Philip's defensive habits seemingly reluctantly.

Until the opponent's large army withdrew from the Holy City, under the sword of Paul, who was the strength of the Holy Rank, the minions left behind could not be opponents.

If it weren't for the fact that seeing his father being tortured and bruised, William asked to kill that Gilderoy with his own hands, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been hurt himself.

But when he stabbed the cold dagger into Gildero's chest with blood, Paul touched his head with relief and accepted the child in full.

And the reason why Philip learned that Wood was the rebel among the cadets made precautions in advance, and took advantage of the wrong information that Wood had, deliberately exposed the empty door under the right rib, and killed the other party in one fell swoop, all of which was the information brought by Towilliam and his son.

It seems to be plain and uneventful, but the world is like this, a small piece of information, not knowing will bring shocking changes, after knowing, all conspiracies will be quietly destroyed with sufficient preparation.

If it weren't for William's father and son, maybe Philip wouldn't have died, but Duke and Gerald would have suffered heavy casualties because of the sword from behind.

The crisis at Lily Hill is over, but the conspiracy against Philip is not over.

On the afternoon of the last day of the moon lily period, as the tide of divine power caused by the resonance became weaker and weaker, Philip finally contacted Gokan City and Mellos, and the news he received made his hands and feet cold and his brain dizzy.

Ignoring Arthur's weakness after being seriously injured and the obstruction of Sophia and others, he flew back to the northeast alone.

The southeastern border of the Wardsmann Empire, the city of Gokan.

In the Lion Castle, the lively drinking has been going on for several days and nights, and even the servants at home are secretly talking, these old guys are really energetic.

Own earl, no, now a marquis, always forgets.

They have long been accustomed to the ugliness of their own marquis, and it is not news that Old Duron has poured a few glasses of horse urine and started to have unruly hands among all the maids and dancers.

But what the other two new earls were like after drinking, they had seen it for the first time, and even made a bet on it.

To their surprise, the Earl of Malfoy of the Great Deer had been a guest a few times, but not often he was really drunk and unkempt.

In the impression, there were just a lot of words, and the chatter reminded them of the eldest son of the third generation of their family.

But this time, old Malfoy did not chatter, but was silent, hiding himself in the shadows, like a stone sculpture, and I don't know how to think he had slept through.

But the maid in charge of cleaning was surprised to find that the place where old Malfoy had once sit, whether it was the cushions on the sofa or the carpet on the floor, was wet.

It's not a spilled drink, it's more like tears.

The other Earl of Kent, on the other hand, made them feel even more reversed.

The iron-masked general, who usually looked so cold that he didn't have a smile, and every time he looked at him, he couldn't help but want to confess the mistakes he had committed, but he was unexpectedly kind after getting drunk.

Not only will he have a stupid smile on his face, but his temper is even better, Brad and the others will drink when he asks him to drink, and he will sing when he is allowed to sing, and his loud singing voice is quite good.

The most exaggerated thing is that even the maid was frightened and accidentally broke the wine cup and wet his clothes, which would not attract a word of abuse from him, but sincerely cared about whether the maid was injured or not, which made the maid who was in her thirties but still charming.

It's been a long time, and all kinds of strange things can be encountered.

The spread of the rash in the castle has been controlled under strict epidemic prevention measures, not only can little Bella eat by herself, but even Jane is no longer high fever and has recovered a little energy.

With a steady stream of herbs from Murphy and Bruce, it was clear that this man-made scourge was about to be eradicated.

Brad touched the scarred skin on his wrist and went to his study.

Even though a few old friends are close, this room is the only forbidden place in the entire castle, and no one will easily enter it unless they are invited.

This was a common rule among the aristocracy.

Brad opened the roll in his hand by the warm light, which he had just received before dinner, and the fanghawk had flown for two days and two nights from Lily Villa, thousands of kilometers away.

What had happened, why the intercom could not be contacted, Brad even felt his hands tremble slightly when he opened the parchment roll.

Looking at the beautiful font and affectionate title on it, Brad breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't be more satisfied with this granddaughter-in-law, and continued to read.

But the more he looked down, the more heavy his face became, he didn't expect such chaos to break out inside the powerful Southern Temple.

At that moment, a faint wheezing sound sounded in the silent room.

Brad didn't look up, but re-rolled up the thin piece of parchment and placed it on the table.

"Old friend, since you're here, let's sit down and have a cup of tea together. ”

A stout old man stepped out of the shadows, the age spots on the backs of his hands standing out in the dim light.

He sighed and sat down on the couch, from where he quietly looked in Brad's direction.

Brad sat down as well, on the other side of the couch, expertly fiddling with the tea set on the table.

The ethereal aroma of tea mixed with the misty water vapor gradually dispelled the solemnity in the air.

Brad handed the teacup down the table: "This is this year's new tea, although it is a little lighter, but it is more suitable for us old guys than wine." ”

The man took a careful sip, his eyes narrowed.

"Yes, we're all old, and we've all been thinking about our youth lately, as if it were just yesterday. ”

Then there was silence in the study, and no one spoke except for the sound of sipping tea.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Brad's voice with a hint of regret broke the silence again.

"Why you, old man?"

The old man on the other side smiled, put down the teacup in his hand, looked at the ceiling with blank eyes, and said faintly: "Yes, if I were you, I'm afraid I would also suspect that it was Duren's old fellow."

After getting drunk yesterday, he's still scolding you.

After fighting for a lifetime, the Shadow Hunter was almost empty, but in exchange for such a result, anyone would have resentment.

Or maybe it's the Kent hypocrisy. ”