From time to time, mysterious gatherings will be held underground in this castle.

Galanti has been presiding on the unawareness of the light for a long time. Unlike the children who received huge sums of money to sell as servants, he was sent by Prince Gowen.

Taking care of the master is his duty and the last order from the prince.

From then on, he was the shadow of his master's loyalty, wandering around her for ten years.

No, he is not protecting his master, he is just wandering around his master, chasing his master like a lost shadow.

"O God, we are your humble servants, great Lord, and merciful companions from birth to death."

As the last eulogy ended, everyone praised the name of the deity who had been given them loudly.

When the ceremony ended, everyone maintained the same order as when they came in and slowly left the dark church.

If Veronica's room had windows, she could just look down and see the dark streams pouring out from the small.

But unfortunately, the room had no windows, and even if there were, Galanti was very doubtful that she could realize the unusualness of the scene.

After all, the master did not receive appropriate common sense education, and Lord Gao Wen did not allow her to communicate with others.

Before leaving, a servant walked to Galanti's side and whispered a few words.

The castle welcomed several guests.

The butler of Galanti had taken off his teaching robe and the old man who finished the ceremony changed into a white shirt and a tuxedo.

Several carriages were covered tightly and stopped inside the castle gate under the driving of Sabertooth Tiger.

The old housekeeper appeared on the ground at some point, and he said to the person who came to the leader:

"When will you change the delivery?"

Galanti remembered that the leader was a bald and strong man before.

The saber-toothed tiger has wide shoulders, but it has to lower its head in front of this thin old man.

Underground gangs may be able to act as a domineering person in front of civilians, but compared with real nobles, they are just children playing with mud in the back street.

In fact, before his death, the vulture actually communicated with the people under Prince Gao Wen, which greatly shocked the heart of the Sabertoothed Tiger. He originally didn't look down on this guy very much, thinking that as long as he gave himself time, he could surpass the vulture.

But the Vulture was able to maintain a cooperative relationship with the Galanti butler for many years, and there was no news at all, which almost made the Sabre-toothed Tiger admire him.

Unfortunately, the dead are not qualified to be admired.

If you die, there will be nothing.

Sabertooth Tiger lowered her voice and answered Galanti's answer:

“There have been some internal changes in our personnel.”

Galanti didn't really care who was delivering the goods, and didn't even know the stern thing that Vultures hid their transactions.

They are Prince Gao Wen's people. As long as they don't kill innocent civilians, even if someone knows what they are buying, who dares to question it? Everyone will think it's invisible.

As long as they don't know the truth.

They naturally have excuses for the purpose of purchasing materials. Black witchcraft is not a good thing, but it is definitely thousands of times more gentle than the truth.

Galanti threw the bag full of paper money to the Sabertooth Tiger.

The Sabertoothed Tiger took it, and these things were not what they really longed for, but he couldn't help but feel moved.

According to Sgede, all the money was at his own discretion, but he could not bring a lot of wealth to attract trouble, so he planned to save all the money. If something unexpected happened, his good boy could still get a breakup.

He put the bag full of banknotes in his arms and ordered his men to unload the goods.

Galanti frowned:

"Didn't the person I've told you before? Just stay the carriage."

The Sabertooth Tiger really doesn't know that the core subordinates of the vulture were either killed by them or hid, and the minions also knew their underground transactions.

He didn't explain, but made a gesture to let his subordinates get off the carriage.

"Take the horse away, too," said Galanti.

Everyone followed the instructions to remove the reins from the car body and dragged the horse toward the castle.

The Sabertoothed Tiger was a little confused. If there were no horses, how could the old man transport these trucks of heavy objects to the inside of the castle, but he thought for a while and thought it would be better not to explore this issue in depth.

After the Sabertooth Tiger and his men left on horseback, the old man looked at the towering spire again.

What is the master doing now?

Black gloves wrapped in beautiful shapes and gently flip through books about a man.

What she can read generally only includes profound modern books containing knowledge and ancient manuscripts that tell fables, and she is completely inaccessible to her, who is sought after by young people.

About love, conspiracy, justice, and tragedy, these stories are not what she should have watched. To be precise, as long as it is about people and people, she should not have watched them.

My father said that we should not let these inferior imaginations taint her pure soul.

She actually wanted to read a few books because she didn't think there was any nobleness or any essential difference between herself and others. However, when she was young, she had no chance to challenge her parents' regulations at all, and when she grew up, she gradually got used to it.

But I don’t know when or why, Hewen’s work accidentally slipped into her eyes. She just opened the book with an extremely ordinary mentality, but closed the book with excitement.

Maybe it was someone's mistake, maybe it was a god behind her back, or maybe it was an irresistible fate to see this book. In short, a work that did not meet the requirements was delivered to Veronica, and she was able to see the real world through an incompletely accurate hole.

This was the first time she had a question and the first time she asked her parents to ask them to give herself to other works by Hervendrenger.

Although the parents were surprised at first, they did not refuse Veronica's request.

Did they really not refuse? Maybe they tried it, but failed.

It seemed that it was also from that time that she met her parents much less often. Finally, in the words of her mother, they sent Veronica to Aaron for certain political needs.

The girl leaned her back lightly against the velvet pillow and recalled her childhood life. Although she needed to maintain etiquette at that time, she could at least eat at the same table with her parents. She sat on this end of the long table and her father sat on the other end of the long table. Her mother and brothers sat on both sides of her father.

Who was sitting around him? Veronica found that she could not recall those blurry faces.

There were also Sister Erin and other maids. She could still remember Sister Erin's sweet smile and took her to run around in the garden to play hide-and-seek. In the end, the two were severely scolded by her parents.

Thinking of this, Veronica couldn't help laughing.

Laughing came out of the room and into the ears of several servants.

They bowed their heads devoutly, praising and praying for the mercy of the gods.
Chapter completed!