(Thanks to The Baron for his monthly ticket~)

Ebranro, Eiling Castle.

Enjoying the warm sunshine of the winter afternoon, Overled leaned against a reclining chair in the garden, quietly closing his eyes and resting. The maids around him carefully glanced at their young and handsome masters, with a hint of admiration and obsession in their eyes occasionally.

Unfortunately, Overlie never treats them like maids. It is not that they are not beautiful and dignified enough to attract men, but that Overlie has always been very self-disciplined in dealing with men and women.

He is a normal man. Normal men have normal physical needs. Occasionally he will look for women to vent, but there are many choices for women, including maids with despicable status.

In the final analysis, there is always a strict concept of hierarchy in his heart, and there are always two worlds that cannot be intersected between nobles and common people.

Ordinary noble lords have more or less physical ties with the maids around them. Even many noble teenage men have completed their first experiences in taking care of their maids. Even so, most of the final outcomes of these maids disappear in disgrace. The body is a weapon for women, but they find it difficult to get what they expect most with this weapon.

For example, becoming the wife of a nobleman.

There are exceptions in everything. Although the aristocrats marry maids are rare, there are indeed many real cases. However, without exception, these aristocrats have become laughing stocks in the aristocratic circle. Rumors and exclusion and alienation eventually make these aristocrats gradually subside in the ordinary.

Suddenly, Overled's ears moved slightly on the recliner. He opened his eyes and waved his hand to retreat from the maids and guards around him. A low, mute and weird voice echoed gently in the garden.

"I didn't expect you to be enjoying so leisurely and comfortable at this time."

"Enjoyment is a part of life." Overled closed his eyes and said lightly.

"Oh? Can't even the assassination of your father, Earl Heather, disturb your enjoyment for a moment?" the voice said with a faint sarcastic laugh.

"What did you say? The old guy is dead?" Overled suddenly stood up from the recliner, and his calm face was full of shock and anger.

"Do you think I need to deceive you?" the voice sneered.

Overlet took a deep breath. After a long time, he suppressed his restlessness and said, "What happened on the Cantland front line? Give me a detailed explanation!"

"It's very simple. After your father started a war with Viscount Frant, Bukins, who was instigated by him, assassinated Viscount Frant, and Baisize himself fell into the ambush between him and Drank Xialan and could not rescue him for a while. As a result, your father was able to easily defeat Viscount Frant. Unfortunately, what people didn't expect was that he was finally assassinated by Baisize who escaped.

…” the voice slowly explained.

"Drank Xialan? His injury is healed?" Overled mused.

"Of course. I heard that it stimulated the potential of life in exchange for recovery from injury, tsk tsk... I didn't expect that he would choose such a cost-free path." The voice smiled.

"Why wasn't he by the old guy at that time? If he were there, the old guy wouldn't be assassinated so easily!" Overled said hoarsely.

"After Drank Sharan's final plan to ambush Baisize failed and he escaped, he left on his own. According to his original words, his deal with Earl Heather was completed." The voice expressed regret.

"What's going on the front line now?" Overled said, holding his forehead.

"Of course it's a mess. The plan to take advantage of the situation to embezzle the power of the Viscount Frant's territory has to be put on hold." The voice said: "However, the commander Quares, who is now the highest-ranking under your father, has sent people to Ebranro. It seems that he is preparing to inherit the will of Earl Heather to continue to launch a strategic counterattack on the Viscount Frant's territory!"

"Yeah?"

Overled shook his head and smiled, his voice full of bitterness.

"Are you sad?" the voice asked in anger.

"The old guy is my father after all." Overled sighed sadly. "The conflict between me and him is undeniable, but I never wanted to kill him! I can usurp his power, but I will never usurp his life, just because he is my father, my only relative in this world..."

"There are some things that you can't choose from now on." The voice said in a low voice.

"I know, maybe it's time for us to act." Overled.

"Before acting, I'm afraid you have to be careful of someone." The voice said cautiously.

"Drank Cialan?" Overled seemed to have known it.

"Yes, no one has seen him since he left the battlefield. Someone who escaped from Ebranro at night that day had successfully joined him. He must have known about Ebranro's affairs." The voice said.

"Are you saying he is already on the way to Ebranro now?" Overled said with a look of flinch.

"Maybe he is already in Ebranro now."

After hearing this, Overled was immediately full of vigilance and unconsciously scanned the surrounding environment.

"Don't worry. Our people have made complete arrangements in Ebranro and Elin Castle. As long as there is a little movement, we can find his traces!" the voice chuckled.

"Can you be sure we can really solve him?" Overled suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"If a high-Going Mage and a warrior at the middle level join forces to kill him, I can only say that we have caused a big trouble." The voice pretended to behave.

"He is indeed a big trouble!"

Overled looked up at a direction in the castle and said, "But it's just a trouble."

...

Pandilia looked at a novel in her hand with interest. Although there were a lot of really attractive content, the girl did not feel any interest at all.

These days of imprisonment were boring and boring, without freedom, without communication. There was only a cold bedroom and the only books that could be used for her to spend time, but I always got tired of books, especially books she had read countless times.

So every day, she prays and expects someone to save herself.

However, day by day passed. Her prayers were never answered, and the person she expected never appeared.

I can't help feeling depressed and numb.

In front of the closed windowsill, she looked at the dark night through the bright glass window. The swaying lights on the wall reflected her flashing shadow. For a long time, she sighed softly.

Another day.

"Dongdongdongdong--"
Chapter completed!