It was already noon, and the sky was covered with dark clouds again. Earl Marton was pacing in his study, frowning deeply. He was now in a very anxious mood. The flying elf had a relatively high magic power and would be able to deliver the letter soon.
Arrive at Duke Duck's residence in Fran City. Even if Duke Duck has gone to bed when the letter is delivered, the attendant will accept the letter and wait until dawn to hand it to Duke Duck.
According to the previous situation, the time it took Duke Dark to write the letter plus the time it took the flying elves to deliver the reply would only take a few hours. If counted from seven o'clock in the morning, the reply should have arrived long ago.
"Hey, why aren't you back yet?" He looked out the window anxiously, stopped, and kept sighing.
Attendant Xiumu gently knocked on the study door, but it was half open.
"Why are you here again?" Earl Marton looked at him angrily.
"Your Highness, it's almost one o'clock now, are you sure you don't need lunch yet?"
"I'm not in the mood now! Duke Dark's reply hasn't arrived yet. I'm worried that he's really angry this time."
"How could it be? He is your biological uncle. Besides, the lost diary is also related to him. It is impossible for him to ignore you. Don't worry."
"Yes, he must be more anxious than me now!" Earl Marton laughed suddenly, and then started to worry again, "Could it be that my flying elf was caught on the road?"
"How is it possible? Flying elves can fly to a height of more than ten meters, and humans can't catch them."
"Well..." Earl Marton sat on the chair and thought about it carefully, "This is a tricky matter after all. Maybe Duke Dark spent a lot of time writing the letter."
"Since His Highness the Earl thinks so, why not go have lunch now? The young master has been waiting for you for a long time." Xium pushed the door of the study room open.
"What?" Earl Macdonald raised his eyebrows, "My son hasn't had lunch yet! How do you take care of him?"
Xiumu knew that he was about to fly into a rage, and he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. He quickly lowered his head and said, "It's the young master who insists on waiting for you to have dinner with him. We can't persuade him no matter what."
"Bastard! If he doesn't eat, will you just let him go?" Earl Marton was so angry that his veins were exposed and his eyes were bloodshot. He grabbed Xium by the collar and threw him to the ground.
Xium's shoulder hit the hard bookcase hard, and he grinned in pain, but he didn't dare to make a sound, let alone look at his master.
Earl Marton rarely punished him so severely, and the harsh punishment he received today really surprised him. He knew that he could not do anything to make his master angry, otherwise he would be beaten for half an hour.
Hume is well aware of his master's cruel character, but he cannot leave or have any complaints, otherwise Earl Macdonald's resentment towards him will increase and he may vent his anger on his entire family.
I really want to follow a kind master, he thought to himself, covering his shoulders.
"Xium, you bastard, get up! You still have to wait for our father and son to have dinner!" Earl Macdonal kicked Xium who was lying on the ground, and then walked out of the study in a swagger.
Xium just sighed softly, endured the pain in his shoulders and back, and got up quickly. He also found that his ankle was sprained and his knees were sore from being kicked. He didn't dare to show it, so he followed out.
At this moment, the sound of flapping wings came from behind them. The study door had not yet been closed. They looked back in unison and found that the flying castle was back!
The flying elf looked very tired, flying under the study window, revealing its long ears and small head.
He stopped and opened his mouth, as if asking for help from Earl Macdonald.
"Your Highness, the flying elf seems to be almost unable to fly."
"It's strange, isn't it just a letter? As for why it's so exhausted, go and see what happened to it."
"Yes, Your Highness, maybe he has brought you something else."
Hume walked as normally as possible. When he reached the edge of the window, his eyes widened in surprise.
"This, this is..."
"What's wrong with you?" Earl Marton looked even more angry, "What makes you so frightened?"
He also walked to the window, looked under the Flying Elf, and was so frightened that he shouted: "Ah, ah, it's uncle, why are you here in person? No wonder the Flying Elf came back so late, it turned out that he brought you
coming."
The four paws of the flying elf were holding a large cradle at the same time, and Duke Dark was sitting inside, holding tightly to the edge of the cradle with both hands, breathing heavily and looking like he was in shock.
"You two fools, hurry up and get me into the room. Your flying elf is far inferior to my elf. You are too weak. You staggered along the way and scared me half to death! I'm really worried about it now.
I couldn't hold the basket and threw me down, after all, this is the second floor!"
"Oh, I'll pull you up right now." Earl Macdonald hurriedly stretched out his hand and took Duke Dark's arm.
Xiumu took his other arm, and with the flying elf's remaining strength, he finally pulled him into the study.
Duke Dark sat on the ground, breathing heavily. As for the flying elf, he collapsed on the ground from exhaustion and fell asleep.
"Strange, Your Highness the Duke, why don't you just come in through the door? Wouldn't it be more dangerous to come in from the second floor?" Hume scratched his head and asked doubtfully.
"Humph, it's not because of your master's stupid elf. I have reminded it several times to put me in front of the gate of your castle, but it doesn't seem to understand what I mean and insists on flying in from here."
Although Duke Ke's face was expressionless, his tone seemed to be full of resentment.
"Haha, although this elf has high magic power, it is really clumsy and weak. If I had known you would come, I would have sent a stronger or smarter flying elf to pick you up in Frank City."
"Forget it, you only have six flying elves, three are stupid, two fly slowly, one is still in the egg, and none of them are reliable. You should let your elves lay a few more eggs as soon as possible and choose
Be smart, otherwise the great nobles will laugh at you in the long run, and it will also affect your life." Duke Dark suggested.
"What you said makes sense. I will sell the remaining useless elves to the small nobles. Flying elves are a hard-to-get type after all. Each one can be sold for dozens of gold coins." Earl Madoner said with a smile.
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"Xium, why are you still standing here stupidly? Why haven't you helped me to a chair and brought me a glass of water." Duke Dark stared at the poor attendant, his tone slightly angry.
Xium's body trembled slightly and he said hastily: "Yes, Your Highness the Duke."
He resisted the pain in his body, helped Duke Darke onto the soft seat next to him, and then turned around to go outside to get water. Duke Darke looked at his back with a thoughtful look.
"We'd better chat here first, just in case the walls outside have ears, and I still can't fully trust all your servants."
"Yes, uncle."
"Also, before we talk, I want to ask you, have you done anything to Xium?" Duke Dark's eyes were sharp and his tone was also the same.
Quite dissatisfied.
"Uncle, how do you know?" Earl Marton felt the other person's inner thoughts, so he felt a little timid.
"I felt it when he helped me just now." Duke Dark's eyes were as sharp as knives, "You have to know that Xium comes from a small noble family. His father and uncle are both my capable subordinates, and they cannot be arbitrarily controlled by you.
Bullying, if you want to vent your anger, just hit those servants who are from common people."
At this time, Earl Marton acted like a scolded child, lowered his head and said: "I understand, uncle."
"If you let me see Xium with injuries again, I will punish you."
"I will try my best to endure it." Earl Macdonald said with a smile, "I didn't expect my uncle to come here specially today. You must be exhausted from the journey."
"It's quite tiring."
"You must have come to me to discuss the matter of the hut. Uncle, I really deserve to die for letting the things in the hut be stolen."
He originally thought that Duke Dark would be furious, but he didn't expect that the other party just sighed softly and didn't look like he wanted to blame him for this.
Duke Dark looked at him calmly: "This matter has nothing to do with you. The trap we carefully laid is perfect. It's all just because the person who broke into the hut was too cunning. While avoiding the trap, he was able to steal things
Take all the people away."
Seeing that he really didn't mean to blame himself, Earl Marton was relieved and said hurriedly: "Yes, this person who broke into the hut is really capable. You really can't blame me."
"Before I talk about this, I have one more thing to ask you." Duke Dark's eyes suddenly softened, and his tone was actually a little gentler.
His appearance only made Earl Macdonald break out in a cold sweat.
"Uncle, yes, if you need anything, just tell me."
"Ahem, how much money do you have in your hand now, besides this year's taxes?"
"How much?" Earl Macdonald asked in shock, "Do you want to ask me how many gold coins I have?"
"That's right."
Earl Macdonal recalled carefully that, excluding this year's taxes, he had stored about three hundred gold coins in the box in the years before becoming a lord. However, he did not want to tell the true number of gold coins, so he lied:
"Uncle, I usually spend a lot, but I have less than a hundred gold coins saved now."
"Less than a hundred?" Duke Dark asked, "Are there dozens specifically?"
"About...twenty."
"Oh my God, you are so good at spending gold coins, how come you only save so little." Duke Dark was surprised at first, and then suddenly his tone became softer, "When you were a child, I gave you expensive birthday gifts every year.
Later, I helped you become an earl and owned a quarter of the territory of Duck City. I remember you said that you would help me if I had any difficulties."
Sure enough, my uncle wanted to take money from me, Earl Macdonald thought to himself. Fortunately, I only said that I had twenty gold coins.
Unexpectedly, Duke Duke suddenly said: "I was cheated of a lot of money by the king a few days ago, and I am not willing to accept it, so I still want to make up for it from you. I don't want much, and the twenty you saved
Just a few gold coins in your pocket, plus some jewelry or furnishings worth a few hundred gold coins in your castle."
What, you are unwilling to be cheated by the king, so you cheated money from me, and you want so much, this is too much! Also, how did you see how many gold coins I have in my pocket?
His eyesight is so good! Earl Macdonald is about to cry.