Fox Luo Yanta no longer remembers how he answered his father's question, or even how he finally left the circular conference hall.
Until midnight, this young knight who was once arrogant and arrogant, full of dreams of inheriting his family's future title and hoping to marry the Pearl of Salk as his wife, was now like a withered tree, sitting alone in the darkness of the balcony of his room.
Yijiao. Even Harris, the old servant who had served Fox since childhood, couldn't help but feel endless pain and sadness when he saw his master's current situation.
"Did you hear that my lordship publicly announced today that he has abolished Master Fox's right to inherit the title?" In the room outside the suite a little further away, an inferior maid looked carefully towards the balcony while whispering to another person beside her.
A maid said.
"Of course I've heard about it. Now it's spread all over the Rhineburg. Even the businessmen down there are discussing this big event fiercely." The other maid was slightly younger and her voice was slightly shriller.
"Yes, Master Fox is really pitiful. Since he came back more than a month ago, he has been covered in injuries. Not to mention a lot of broken bones, even his eyes were stabbed blind. Think about it, it turns out that
How handsome and handsome the young master is!" Because she couldn't see the movement on the balcony clearly, the older maid had to give up, and then she pursed her lips and sighed with regret, but her eyes showed a certain light of schadenfreude.
"Who says it's not the case? Moreover, your lordship said such terrible words in public today. He almost wanted to drive Master Fox to death." The little maid seemed to have a stronger stomach, and actually wanted to defend Fox Luo Yanta's injustice.
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"Shh, keep your voice down." The older maid hurriedly waved her hand to her companion to lower her voice, but she quickly came closer and asked in a low voice: "Hey, how did your lordship say that? I have never heard of it.
Understand, tell me again."
"What did you say!?" The little maid looked down upon the eldest maid's crudeness and stupidity, but she patiently repeated it for her: "Your Lordship said: 'The Luo Yanta family does not need cowards.'"
"Haha, yes, that's it, coward!" When the older maid heard this word again, she got a little excited and forgot about herself, and even danced a little.
"What are you talking nonsense here! Why don't you back down!" At this moment, Harris, who had heard the noise, appeared in front of the two maids and scolded them sternly in a low voice.
"Yes, Harris is in charge." Like a mouse meeting a cat, the two maids immediately saluted Harris in panic, and then fled as if they were running away.
"Alas!" Looking at the door that was quickly closed, the old servant Harris couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
This is the case in aristocratic families. Those who gain power are majestic and respond to all calls; but once they lose power and are frustrated, not only their own interests will be greatly damaged, but even the lowly servants will dare to take pleasure in it and abuse them wantonly.
Anyway, Harris, who was full of worries, had no intention of further punishing the two maids. Even if he punished the two maids heavily at this moment, it would not help Fox Luo Yanta at all. Instead, he would be blamed for "taking his anger out on his servants".
reputation.
I glanced at the big pendulum clock on the wall. The hour hand was already pointing to one o'clock in the morning.
Harris sighed again, walked into another small room, and quickly took out a plate of cold roast chicken and a basket of croissants that had lost their aroma, and came to Fox's side on the balcony.
"Master, have something to eat. You haven't had a meal all day." Harris put down the dinner plate on the round table on the balcony, walked gently to Fox's lounge chair, bent down, and whispered in his ear to persuade.
"Haha, it's you, Harris." As if he had woken up from a sleepwalk, Fox slowly turned his head, looked blankly at this familiar old servant, and said with a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Master, please be more open-minded. Master is just angry for a moment. Maybe he will forgive you in a few days." Harris turned his head and couldn't bear to look at the young man in front of him, but he said words of comfort that even he didn't believe.
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"My father was right, 'The Luo Yanta family doesn't need cowards.' They don't need cowards... Yes, I am a pathetic coward! Oh my god, why did I choose to do this instead of dying gloriously that day?
Living cowardly!" Fox looked at the old servant and murmured to himself, his tears moistening the balcony floor like drizzle.
"Master, Master!" Fox looked at Fox who was on the verge of collapse with some panic, and hurriedly persuaded: "This is not your fault, you are the real victim. All of this is the result of those evil people
The sins of thieves. May God punish them! Why hasn’t Viscount Salk hanged those thieves on the gallows yet!”
"It's the thief's fault... Yes, it's the thief's fault. However, there is that Moriarty. The real murderer is that hateful Moriarty. It was he who robbed me of Hanover; it was he who forced me out of Hanover.
Windsor Castle; it was him who made me a coward, a coward abandoned by my family and father!" As if he suddenly found the culprit who framed him, Fox Luo Yanta struggled to stand up from the recliner, his eyes filled with tears.
His hatred and anger could almost set the entire Rhineburg on fire.
"Master, you mean Sir Ensberg? He..." Hearing the name "Moriarty", the old servant couldn't help being surprised, and then asked in a low voice.
"That's him, the murderer who killed me!" Fox gritted his teeth, and red blood immediately left the corner of his mouth.
"I heard rumors today that Baron Ensberg is about to marry a new wife, and Sir Ensberg has also left Ivy Manor." Harris thought for a while and said.
"Ha, he has today, what a retribution! I lost my inheritance and everything, and he himself was driven out of the house in despair like a lost dog. Haha...haha!" Suddenly, Fox Rowe
Yanta laughed wildly as if he was crazy. In the quiet night, the sound immediately spread far and wide.
"But..." Looking at Fox, who was crying and laughing like a madman, the old servant hesitated to speak.
"But what?" Fox suppressed his "smile" and asked sharply.
"But I also heard that Sir Ensborg will leave Kent soon and study abroad." Harris quickly added.
"Moriarty wants to run away? This murderer wants to escape after committing such a heinous crime?" Fox's face instantly turned ferocious, like an evil ghost.
"It should... be like this..." For a moment, the old servant Harris was actually a little afraid of Fox's terrifyingly ferocious eyes, and said tremblingly.
"No, I don't allow it, I don't allow him to escape like this... Since God won't punish him, then I will do it!" Fox Luo Yanta stamped his foot, but forgot about his injured leg, and almost immediately
About to fall down.
"Master, be careful." Harris hurriedly stepped forward to help him.
"Harris, how many gold coins are left in my account?" Fox asked hoarsely as he looked at the dark and lightless sky, letting the old servant support him.
"There are still five thousand gold coins." As Fox's true confidant, Harris is directly in charge of his private treasury.
"Take them all out."
"What are you going to do?" The old servant was surprised again.
"I want to buy his life..." Fox Luo Yanta looked at the frightened old servant and smiled ferociously, with twisted joy in his despair.
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It has been nearly three weeks since he said goodbye to Ivy Manor. Moriarty has been living quietly in Shell Villa, like a hermit.
During this period, Baron Ensberg also sent people to visit twice, but they came and went in a hurry without leaving any words. On the contrary, Mathil visited him almost every two or three times.
A letter will be sent from the sky. In addition to asking about Moriarty's current situation, he also asks him some minor questions about flower arrangements. However, at the end of the letter, Mathil will "specially" mention the latest events in the county.
"Interesting facts". Moriarty knew all these "little tidbits" including Fox and Luo Yanta being deposed from the family inheritance, and the aristocratic circle in Kent County ranking him and Fox as the "most tragic people" of the year.
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Moriarty doesn't care or care about his "fall" once again becoming a hot topic in Kent County. Just like when he was in the Ivy League, he is still focused on his established plans and study arrangements. Except that he can no longer do anything except every morning.
Apart from "discussing swordsmanship" with Knight Hamilton, Moriarty's life has remained unchanged.
Perhaps due to the special care of the old butler Hugo, the servants stationed at Shell Villa did not dare to show any contempt for Moriarty because of certain changes within the family. Instead, they were more careful and served respectfully.
Looking at the young master who is about to bid farewell to Ensberg. Especially during Moriarty's daily meditation, the servants in the entire villa will spontaneously gather in the kitchen on the ground floor farthest from the study and sit in a circle.
Don't dare to make the slightest sound.
"Okay, you go down and have a rest." Near midnight, Moriarty completed his schedule for the day, took a cup of ivy tea from the butler's hand, and said with a smile.
"Yes, Master, please rest early." The butler bowed with a smile and then exited the study.
"...It's late autumn..." After drinking half a cup of mint black tea, he felt that his energy had been completely restored. Moriarty looked out the window at the mountains and forests under the bright moonlight, and then turned his eyes back to a piece of paper on the desk.
Pink letter paper.
That was the letter from Mathil that I just received this afternoon.
The content of the letter was still an exchange of greetings and some minor tangles about flowers and plants. However, at the end of the letter, Mathil mentioned the news that in the near future, the nobles in Kent would make a decision on the final treatment of the thief.
"I hope someone can survive." Moriarty sighed softly and drank all the tea in the cup.
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