Imperial Crown

Chapter 5 Madam, you don’t want to either...

"Oh my god, why do I have to come to this remote place to suffer! It's so boring!"

In the convoy of three carriages, the middle carriage made an angry complaint.

"Veston, be quiet!" Denise, who was sitting in the first carriage, shouted loudly, and then sighed for her little son.

The ticking sound of horseshoes changed from clear to dull, and Denise knew that Eagle Town had arrived.

There was a bang and the carriage shook. The maid Freya quickly helped her hostess: "Old Oujin, if you don't know how to drive, there are plenty of people in the city who can!"

The coachman explained in a panic: "I'm sorry, the horse's hoof got stuck in the mud. I swear, there were no holes here when I came here three months ago!"

Denise stopped Freya from complaining with her eyes, and opened the flap on the car door. Immediately, a stench filled the air, and flies and unknown flying insects were flying everywhere: "Eugene, stop the car."

"Madam..." Realizing what Denise wanted to do, a trace of resistance flashed in Freya's eyes: "Let's wait in the car for a while."

Denise ignored her.

"Mom, the ground is too dirty. My new calfskin boots will be soaked!" Vesdon complained loudly.

With Freya's help, Denise got out of the car and glanced back at Vesdon, who suddenly fell silent.

Although she held up her skirt and tried to walk on dry roads, Denise's skirt was still inevitably contaminated with sewage. The dilapidation of Eagle Town was fully visible to her, and her mood became worse and worse.

The houses are low and dilapidated, and the gravel roads have become bumpy due to lack of maintenance. What is collected on the street is not rainwater, but dirty water from washing clothes, which is of course mixed with dry or wet water. excrement.

That's why flies and mosquitoes are so active.

Most of the residents walking on both sides of the street were unkempt, their hair was as messy as weeds, their threadbare linen clothes were patched, and many of them didn't even have shoes.

Occasionally, they would cast their gazes at the team, but there was no envy or jealousy there, only deep numbness.

A town that is lifeless and lifeless.

As early as five years ago, Eagle Town was not like this, but as the lease agreement came into effect, Goldsmith Town was divided to Viscount Luke, and without the support of business, Eagle Town declined rapidly.

It is not easy to feed the more than 800 people in the town with just a few hundred acres of cultivated land, not to mention the taxes they must pay to the baron.

If this town is left to her to manage, Denise is confident that she can feed the residents within five years, and that after ten years, everyone can wear new clothes.

Now she still has this confidence, she only needs to solve a small trouble, and this trouble has now appeared in front of her.

Raven was wearing an ill-fitting dress, with Gordon and Eric standing behind him, with a warm and false smile unique to aristocrats: "Oh, my dear aunt, you are finally back."

He bowed in a very gentlemanly manner, squinted his eyes, and carefully examined the shrewd businessman.

She is thirty-four years old this year, but perhaps due to her wealth, she does not look older than the maid next to her.

Wearing a round fedora hat on her head, her long black hair was pressed down. The thin black gauze failed to cover her beauty. Instead, it made her round and round face like an oval whiter. Although her eyebrows were smoothed, her eyebrows were smooth. Those big and energetic eyes always give people a sharp impression when they look around.

The most eye-catching thing is the plump lips, with an amazing curvature, which perfectly blends with this face, making it look majestic, elegant and sexy.

If Lux is a pure lily without worldliness, then Denise is a vigorously growing wild rose, always seducing the deepest desire to conquer in men's hearts.

90 points.

Raven was watching Denise, and Denise was watching Raven.

He is tall and straight, but not too bloated. His black hair draped over his shoulders looks neat and chic. His strong eyebrows, high bridge of nose, and eyes like black crystals together form three-dimensional and strong facial features. He is indeed a handsome man that no woman can refuse.

But this did not make her have any favorable impression of the man in front of her, not only because she had already heard about Raven's deeds, but also because she was the biggest stumbling block for her son to inherit the title.

Even though she was extremely reluctant, she still stretched out her right hand.

Fortunately, Raven didn't come up rudely and shake hands. Instead, he gently bent down, held her three fingers in his palm, and gently pecked them with his lips.

The perfect hand kiss.

But immediately Denise frowned and her breathing became slightly short.

Because not only did Raven stick out his tongue, but his little finger was also gently itching in the palm of her hand.

This flirting technique is too sophisticated and skillful.

Is he really only twenty years old?

"Okay, Mr. Raven." Denise took out her hand and suppressed her disgust in her heart: "Let's talk about business quickly."

Raven scolded the body's instinct in his heart and said with a smile: "Of course, but before that, do you want to change your clothes first?"

"No need." Denise thought of various possibilities and said, "I don't want to stay too long this time."

"I understand, please come with me."

Raven walked in front, and soon, the group arrived at the reception room.

The two sat down at the two ends of the long table. Just as Raven was about to speak, there was a click, and a fat figure fell on a chair between the two.

Turning his head, he saw a meatball at least 1.7 meters tall and weighing at least 200 kilograms embedded in the chair, with black short hair parted in the middle and greasy on his head. His face was as round as a balloon, and his neck was invisible.

If there were not a few pimples on his face, Raven would have thought it was Donald's resurrection.

A crack appeared on the balloon: "What are you looking at? Rude guy."

Raven turned to Denise: "Who is this...?"

"Wesdon, your brother." Denise said.

"Oh, it turns out to be him." Raven was a little shocked.

With this physique, you told me he was thirteen years old! ?

Seeing the stiff expression on Raven's face, Denise felt somewhat embarrassed: "Wesdon, Mom and brother have something to talk about, you go out and play for a while."

Wesdon's facial features were twisted together. Although he was not yet an adult, he was also a man and didn't like the way Raven looked at his mother: "But, Mom..."

"Hmm?" Denise turned her head away, and Wesdon was deflated all of a sudden. He pulled himself out of the chair and walked out angrily. Freya hurriedly followed him.

Raven gave Eric a look, and the latter understood and followed behind Wesdon.

Denise was a little surprised-why was Eric so obedient to Raven?

Raven, Denise and old Gordon were the only three people left in the room soon.

Denise asked, "How did my poor husband lose his life?"

"It was an unfortunate tragedy." Raven sighed, "Uncle Donald really cared too much about the construction and development of the territory. In order to make Eagle Town great again, he did not hesitate to study late into the night and deal with documents overnight, and finally exhausted himself."

"He actually noticed that he was not feeling well, so he invited Miss Lacus, the priest of Eagle Town, to help him with treatment, but...but..."

Raven held two slices of onion in his hand, brought them close to his eyes, and barely squeezed out a few tears: "But it was too late. When he was dying, he held my hand and told me to inherit the glory of the Griffith family and run Eagle Territory!"

Denise's mouth twitched when she heard it. At this moment, even she had to admire Raven's acting skills and storytelling skills.

Care about the construction and development of the territory? He cared about Eagle Town to such a mess?

Besides, the current Eagle Territory has been dismembered. Even if he wants to deal with it, I'm afraid there won't be much business!

The most annoying thing is the honor of inheriting the Griffith family - when did Donald care about such things?

You have only been together for three days!

But Denise will not dwell on this. Since Raven has brought up this set of rhetoric, he must have made full preparations to ensure that the lie will not be exposed.

She decided to get to the heart of the matter.

Just sniffing, her eyes suddenly became red: "Oh, my poor Donald... As a wife, I was unable to share his worries and difficulties and accompany him at the last moment of his life. This is my biggest regret!"

"So, in order to make up for my regret, can I see his body?"

Raven's eyebrows twitched slightly - this is really a difficult opponent to deal with.

But he was also prepared: "I'm afraid this is not convenient... Uncle Donald died of a sudden illness. He left a will before his death, saying that he hoped everyone would remember his healthiest appearance and didn't want to leave his sick appearance to relatives and friends."

Gordon took out a piece of parchment: "This is the will of Lord Donald, please take a look."

Taking the parchment, Denise's eyes gradually became gloomy.

The content on the parchment was very simple.

It was also outrageous.

In addition to what Raven said, the largest part of the content was the flattery of Raven, describing how upright, kind, fair, brave, and wise Raven was, and Donald willingly handed over his territory to him to inherit.

There was only one sentence about Denise - let Raven take good care of them.

A trace of anger rose in my heart, but it was suppressed by Denise in an instant.

The will was undoubtedly drafted by Gordon. This old butler who had served the Griffith family for forty years completely stood on Raven's side.

First it was Eric, and now it's old Gordon.

What method did Raven use to bring these two people under his command in just a few days?

Swish.

The document was thrown lightly on the table, and Gordon showed a trace of dissatisfaction: "Madam, you are..."

"This suicide note is forged." Denise said firmly: "My copy is the real one."

She opened her handbag and showed a roll of documents.

Another will.

Raven showed a trace of astonishment in his eyes.

The content of this will was more detailed and the items were clearer. The core content was that no matter whether other blood relatives were found, Weston would be the first heir of the Griffith family.

"Madam, the will in your hand is fake!" Gordon pushed the monocle and said, "All the documents of the Griffith family were drafted by me."

"Everything has exceptions." Denise said without giving in. "If Mr. Gordon and Raven still insist on the authenticity of the suicide note in your hands, then we might as well go to the Noble Council to apply for an appraisal."

Raven's brows twitched slightly.

The killing move, the killing move that seals the throat with one sword.

The so-called "Council of Nobles" is an institution in the Keynesian Empire that specializes in handling aristocratic affairs. The succession of titles of lower-level nobles such as viscounts and barons will also be reviewed by this institution.

Raven didn't know much about this organization, but judging from his twenty years of experience in Meng'en City, there was no problem in the world that gold coins couldn't solve.

The problem is, Raven doesn't have any money, but Denise obviously does, lots of it.

While deeply feeling that Denise was difficult to deal with, Raven was also grateful that he had drafted a will in advance, otherwise he would have been completely passive now!

At least now, the development of the matter is still under his control: "Okay, the news of Uncle Donald's death has been sent to Munn City two days ago. I think at most a month, someone will come to Eagle Castle to confirm the situation. ”

"I hope you enjoy your stay at Eagle Castle during this time."

"Then let's wait and see." Denise took back the suicide note: "Before that, I need to meet my husband. Where is his coffin?"

"What we have in our hands is Uncle Donald's real will." Raven said: "He didn't want himself to..."

"Just go and stay with his coffin for a while." Denise leaned forward slightly and said forcefully: "As his widow, isn't this a requirement?"

Denise was wearing a black dress that was tightly wrapped. This time she leaned forward, her white neck was immediately highlighted. The extended arc made people want to peek at the scenery inside.

Raven withdrew his gaze: "Of course you have such a right, please come with me."

Donald's coffin was placed in the prayer room. Denise refused Raven's request to accompany him and walked into it alone.

The door to the prayer room was closed, and Raven stretched out his fingers, feeling that his palms were smooth and cold, which were traces of sweat.

Men's City is quite far away from the Eagle Territory, at least half a month's journey away. Donald's death happened two days ago. Denise was still on the road at that time. Raven thought that his suicide note could hit Denise. I was caught off guard, but I didn't expect that the other party was already prepared!

Denise should have known the secret that all men in the Griffith family would die young. She had prepared this will early in the morning and carried it with her at all times, just to prevent accidents!

This level of preparedness far exceeded Raven's expectations.

What a formidable opponent.

"Lord Raven, Master Weston has returned to his room." Eric came over and asked in a low voice: "Why are you bringing her here now? This is not in line with our plan."

Raven replied in a low voice: "Denise took out another suicide note."

"What!?" Eric was shocked: "Then shall we tell the truth now..."

"Shut up!" Gordon glared at him dissatisfied: "You only need to carry out Lord Raven's order."

Eric said: "But..."

This shows the difference between Eric and Gordon. No matter how clever they are, Eric, who was forced to be loyal, still wavered at this critical moment.

"Honesty is indeed a beautiful quality." Raven had to appease the only extraordinary person in Eagle Castle: "But that also means that we have to place our future on Denise's kindness."

Seeing that Eric still didn't understand, Raven sighed and whispered: "Just imagine, what would happen if we didn't plan in advance and prepare to talk openly and honestly with Denise?"

Without waiting for Eric to answer, Raven continued: "She will take out the will and slap it on my face. It doesn't matter if I don't admit it. As long as the Council of Nobles admits it, then the will will be true and I will lose the right to inherit."

"Old Gordon is a steward who has served for forty years. No matter who manages the Eagle Territory, he cannot do without his help, but Eric, you are different."

"You are an extraordinary person. You have never gained Denise's trust, and now you are on my side. If I lose my title, Denise will replace you as soon as she takes over the Eagle Castle."

"Are you, a grown man, going to cry and beg her to give you a bite of food and not to drive you away?"

Eric's expression changed. He was a typical Nord and would never want to kowtow to a woman: "Lord Raven, what should we do next?"

"Start the second plan." Raven said: "I'm going to have to work hard for you these few nights. Always pay attention to my news."

Eric left, looking at his back, Raven's eyes were a little gloomy.

"Lord Raven." Gordon whispered: "After this incident, are we going to..."

"Mr. Gordon, you are testing me again." Raven shook his head and said: "Eric is a good warrior. There is no need to doubt his loyalty and ability. He is just not convinced enough by me."

"The art of mastering people lies in clearly distinguishing rewards and punishments. Now I only have a weak stick in my hand, but no sweet and delicious carrots. Naturally, I cannot tame this 'war beast'. However, I believe that when he loyal to me wholeheartedly, It can also become the most reliable weapon in my hand.”

There was a click, the sound of the door lock opening, the heavy oak door opened, and Denise walked out of the prayer room.

"Aunt Denise." Raven bowed and saluted: "What did you and Uncle Donald say?"

A smile flashed across Denise's lips: "It's nothing, just sharing what's in the heart between husband and wife."

"I am your aunt after all. I hope there are no secrets between the two of us."

Raven's eyes showed just the right amount of surprise: "Of course."

Denise Tingting left in a hurry, and Raven walked to the prayer room. The scene here seemed to have not changed.

Donald's coffin rests here, made of oak, with the Griffith family's coat of arms painted on it - an eagle soaring high and fighting a dragon.

He knelt down and stretched his palms under the coffin. A bit of sawdust mixed with soil stuck to his palm: "Denise, you really did this anyway."

When Denise returned to her room, Freya was already waiting here. When she saw the former, she immediately stood up, smoothed her somewhat messy skirt with her hands, and took a deep breath to try to cover up the blush on her cheeks. .

"lady!"

Denise frowned slightly: "Has Vesdon come?"

"Master Vesdon and I made some little jokes..." Freya considered her words: "But don't worry, madam, he didn't do anything excessive."

Denise was not surprised.

Vesdon is the only man in the family, and any maid dreams of climbing into his bed. Even if she cannot become the future mistress, another "Denise", she can still get many benefits.

Her eyes fell on Freya through the reflection of the mirror.

At the age of twenty, he has slightly messy red hair, smooth and firm skin, sweet dimples when he smiles, and a few cute light red freckles on his cheekbones, giving him a youthful and lively appearance.

Very few men can refuse such a woman.

Raven is even less likely.

"I know you didn't mean to seduce Vesdon. You just wanted to test whether your charm is attractive enough."

Denise's voice was calm, but it made Freya extremely nervous. She quickly lowered her head: "Madam...I..."

"Now I have a better way to help you verify this." Denise opened and closed her red lips gently, hugged Freya's shoulders, and blew her warm breath on the base of her ears, making her face even more pale. Blushing: "Seduce Raven, Raven Griffith, don't ask any questions, and tell me everything you hear."

Layers of chicken skin began to appear on Freya's neck: "But Madam..."

"Go, Raven will be the heir of the Griffith family." Denise stared into her eyes in the mirror and said: "If you can be pregnant with his child, then it will be a good thing for you and me. Good thing."

Freya nodded and walked out in confusion, but Denise held her arm: "Don't worry, I'll change your clothes."

Two-quarters of an hour later, Freya left the room with a hint of hope and ambition in her eyes, just like when Denise went to meet Phaedrus for the first time.

The difference is that Denise knew exactly what she wanted and what she had at that time, while Freya didn't understand anything.

But that doesn't matter. If Freya really looked like her, Denise would never use her in such a place.

The door was closed, Denise took off her hat and hung it on the coat rack, then reached out and unbuttoned her collar.

The long skirt fell to the ground, and two soft jade feet wrapped in flesh-colored stockings were pulled out.

Denise looked at herself in the mirror, turned slightly, and showed a confident smile on her lips.

Although she is thirty-four years old, her skin is still smooth and firm, with a mature voluptuousness that a young girl cannot match.

This body was worthy of the title of Baron, and she was ready to take over the territory.

Donald's coffin is empty, and combined with the contents of Raven's will, it is obvious that there is something fishy about Donald's death, and this will be the key to her holding the entire territory.

"Ah..." Her white fingers touched her shoulders and untied a belt, and the turbulent waves immediately surged:

"A gangster is just a gangster. He thinks that this small trick can cover up his guilt. He is really a person who cannot stand on the stage."

She had deliberately used words to hint to Raven, just to alert him and let him know that she had discovered the secret of the empty coffin. She believed that Raven would definitely take action next.

And that will be the best time for her to take action.

At this time, following Denise's instructions, Freya came outside Raven's bedroom.

Her mood was very complicated, nervous, excited, and a little bit expectant.

Denise asked her to seduce Raven, and this was something she had been looking forward to for a long time - Raven was much more handsome than Vesdon, and at the same time, he was also the first heir to the Baron.

If she could crawl into his bed and even become pregnant with his child, she might as well become a baroness.

The real Baroness! Not a continuation!

The thought of the usually aloof Lady Denise groveling in front of her made her heart a little hot.

Boom, boom, boom.

Hearing the noise, Raven, who had been prepared for a long time, opened the door. Even though he was a battle-hardened man, his heart skipped a beat.

Originally, Freya only had about 60 points, but with Denise's dressing up, she easily broke through the 70-point mark.

The plain white lace dress makes her temperament more pure and sweet, and the exposed tender lotus-like forearms and half of the smooth clavicle are even more fascinating.

Combined with the exquisite bow on her head, it is simply a gift delivered to the door.

I thought it would be Denise who came in person, but I didn't expect that she only sent a servant.

It seems that she didn't really regard herself as an opponent, but it's good this way, it's more convenient for me to carry out my plan.

"Lord Raven..." Freya pulled the hem of her skirt with both hands, looking down: "Madam ordered me to be your personal maid."

Raven put down his dissatisfaction in his heart, walked forward, held Freya's little hand and kneaded it gently: "How personal?"

There is no reason not to eat the cake that is delivered to the door.

And he asked his second brother, and his second brother nodded.

Freya's face was as red as an apple: "...As you wish, sir."

Two hours passed.

Raven jumped up from the bed refreshed, smiled at Freya, who was sweating and sleeping, and walked out while buttoning her clothes.

After he left, Freya opened her eyes, with a blush on her face. She pushed away the wet clothes sticking to her forehead, gently lifted the quilt and sat up. Just this set of actions made her frown tightly and her breathing became heavy.

This was not the first time for her, but Raven's ferocity was far beyond her expectations and almost crushed her.

"Damn guy." Looking at the dried sheep intestines scattered on the ground, Freya spat softly.

Her ambition was blocked by these thin sheep intestines.

She stepped barefoot on the carpet and touched the wall to the door. The sound of the wind poured into her ears.

"Lord Raven, you finally came out. The pit has been dug. It's in the abandoned mine in the back mountain." That was Eric's voice.

"No one has discovered it?" Raven asked.

"Don't worry, Goyle and Link are both loyal and good guys, they will never leak it."

"Very good, I will go there myself, you help me keep an eye on the gate, and there must be no tail."

Two footsteps, one light and one heavy, gradually faded away. When the sound completely disappeared, Freya tiptoed out of the room.

The castle is very large, with many passages, and soon she returned to Denise's room.

The latter was not surprised by her arrival: "How is the situation?"

"He is simply a beast!" Freya deliberately showed off her charm: "I have never had such a brave man, and he almost didn't stop for two hours. I thought I was going to die in bed!"

The strong smell of hormones emanating from her body made Denise's face black, and she became more and more dissatisfied.

A woman's body is a good weapon, but if a woman only has this weapon and is proud of it, then it is too sad and too stupid.

However, such a stupid woman is just right for the equally despicable Raven.

"I don't want to know about your affairs."

"Sorry, Madam." Freya put away her thoughts and then repeated what she heard.

"Oh, you are such a lousy guy." Denise threw a pair of leather gloves to Freya: "Put it on."

Freya was stunned: "Madam, this..."

"Put it on." Denise said coldly.

Freya has completed her mission, and the next step will be to make use of her remaining energy.

It is very likely that Raven killed Donald, and this scandal will bring shame to the Griffith family.

Denise does not want a scandal to appear in her territory. She only needs Raven to give up the inheritance rights, and at that time, Freya can just be used as a bargaining chip to appease him.

A few minutes later, a rope dropped from the second floor of the castle and landed next to a carriage. The figures of Denise and Freya fell down along the rope one after another.

Denise had changed into a hunting suit suitable for activities at this time. She sat on the shaft of the carriage, and Freya sat beside her. With a crisp whip sound, the carriage slowly began to move and drove all the way to the back mountain.

Soon, the shadow of another carriage appeared in front of them.

A wheel flew out and fell into the grass, the carriage overturned on the ground, a huge sack rolled to the ground, and Raven stood beside it, looking at a loss.

Whoosh——

The torch lit up in Denise's hand, and the fire immediately attracted Raven's attention.

"Oh, it's Aunt Denise." Raven's face was a little pale: "It's so late, why are you here?"

Denise handed the torch to Freya.

Under the light of the fire, Denise's figure was clearly revealed in Raven's eyes.

During the day, she wore a decent dress and didn't show anything special, but now this hunting suit showed her figure perfectly.

The leather half-length jacket was draped over her body, revealing a clear collarbone, and the inside was a very close-fitting cotton shirt. Even though it was tied up with clothes, it still couldn't cover up the surging texture.

D+

Perhaps due to years of abstinence, her waist has become alarmingly thinner. The brown leather pants clearly outline the curve of her waist and hips, and her two plump and powerful thighs make the pants tight.

Denise felt a little proud. It seemed that her charm was not comparable to that of a little girl like Freya. In a good mood, she said elegantly: "I want to know more, why are you here at this time, and what is in this sack?"

"It's just some kitchen waste." Raven calmly moved sideways and blocked Denise's sight: "I don't think you will be interested."

Denise turned her wrist, and a sharp dagger appeared in her hand. This was the enchanted dagger she bought for 200 gold coins. It was as thin as a leaf, but extremely sharp. She had used it to knock down several people with ill intentions, including some who were stronger than Raven.

"Oh oh oh..." Raven spread his hands and slowly stepped aside: "Dancing with swords is not what a lady like you should do."

Denise smiled contemptuously: "Men like you are not qualified to evaluate me."

She squatted down and smelled a hint of rotten smell. She was not unfamiliar with this smell - the smell of a corpse.

This reminded her of Fedro, her first husband.

In order to accept his legacy in its entirety, she placed the man's body on the bed for seventeen days before putting it in the coffin. The stench at that time was much stronger than it is now.

But she didn't dislike the smell.

Fedro's death meant that she finally became a real businessman; and Donald's body would make her a real nobleman.

The wife of a nobleman may not be a nobleman, but the mother of a nobleman must be.

"Ms. Denise." Raven's voice was surprisingly calm and elegant at this moment: "I advise you to think twice before you act. If you really see what's inside, it will be too late to withdraw."

"Is this your last bluff?" Denise sneered.

Without even a sound, the dagger in her hand had already cut open the pocket, and an arm fell out of it.

The light was dim, and Freya brought the torch closer without Denise's instructions.

In the dark night, Denise's pupils, which had been greatly dilated, suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip.

The body in the bag was indeed Donald's. His head was twisted like a crushed doll, and his body was soft as if he had no bones. The most terrifying thing was that his skin was translucent, and his blood vessels and bones were clearly visible. His heart was even beating vigorously!

Evil God! Dark magic!

These two words jumped into Denise's mind, making her heart thump, and at the same time she realized a fact - she was fooled!

"Ah--!!!!"

The torch fell to the ground, and Freya's piercing scream rang out, echoing in the mountain path.

The lights were on in the dark castle.

Denise's eyebrows twitched fiercely, and she walked behind Freya and gently put her arms around her shoulders.

As if she had found a safe haven, Freya shrank into Denise's arms, but she was still shouting: "Church... I'm going to report to the church... Madam Denise, I--"

The voice stopped abruptly, leaving only the flying blood and the hissing sound of the trachea being cut open.

With a thud, Freya's body fell to the ground. Denise's face was pale and cold, and she gently wiped the blade on her deerskin gloves.

Snap, snap, snap.

Raven clapped his hands rhythmically: "Aunt Denise, your decisiveness and calmness far exceeded my expectations."

"Same here." Denise said: "I didn't expect that you, the most despicable gangster, would have such a mind."

"Oh, Aunt Denise, if I were you, I wouldn't say that now." Raven walked up to Denise, hooked her chin with his index finger and gently lifted it up: "After all, I am the winner now."

Under the moonlight, Denise's face looked particularly pale, but her eyes were still stubborn: "What do you want?"

"Madam, you don't want the Church to know that your husband is colluding with the evil god, right?"

Raven put his hand on Denise's shoulder, walked around her, put his chin on her shoulder, held her tightly in his arms, and took a deep breath: "If it happens, then you will be the sponsor of the person who communicates with the evil god, you and your son will be tied to the stake, and your hard-earned industry will be destroyed!"

The two of them were almost completely stuck together.

"And I will become a hero who kills the evil god and exposes a major cult incident!"

Denise's body was a little weak.

She is not a pure person, but she has always been very rational.

People's hearts are unpredictable, and ambitions will expand with the expansion of status and wealth. Once she has a man, it is difficult to guarantee that the industry she has worked hard to build will not fall into the hands of others.

Compared to men, she loves wealth more.

So even after marrying Donald, she has always deliberately kept her distance.

All these factors combined have made her stay away from men for more than ten years.

And Raven's skills are so skillful and outstanding that he knows this body better than she does.

Denise moved her shaking legs and took two steps forward. She turned around and asked the question again: "What do you want?"

"It's simple. Just a little compensation." Raven didn't want to let go of this tempting prey. He stood side by side with Denise: "Your husband dragged the future of the entire Griffith family into the abyss for his own selfish desires. I'm just cleaning your ass."

With a snap, Raven patted it gently and was shocked by the softness and elasticity. He almost wanted to change the expected conditions, but reason still defeated his instinct. He faced Denise and rubbed his fingers gently: "I I just want some real, golden compensation.”

The latter bit his soft plump lips carefully with his wet teeth, suppressing the humiliation and unwillingness in his eyes, and tried his best to keep his tone calm: "How much do you want?"

Raven raised a finger: "One thousand gold coins."

"Impossible." Denise decisively refused: "This amount is enough to drain the Federo Chamber of Commerce's cash flow. By then, the only thing waiting for me will be bankruptcy."

Torches were already lit at the foot of the mountain, illuminating three sturdy figures, none other than Eric, Goyle, and Link, the only three guards in the castle.

"It's almost time." Raven said with a smile: "If the three of them come here, then you may have to accompany poor Miss Freya."

Denise glanced at Freya, who was still staring blankly, and sighed quietly.

She had now roughly guessed Raven's plan—and was struck by the madness and sophistication of it.

Donald is suspected of communicating with evil spirits, and anyone who sees his body can draw that conclusion.

Raven was broke, and Eagle Castle didn't have much savings. It was impossible to cover up the subsequent review by the Noble Council on his own, and he had no way of inheriting the title.

At this time, the best way is to be honest with her, ask for a hush money from her, and give up the baron's inheritance rights.

If she were Raven, she would definitely do this because it was the safest way.

But Raven chose another method - deliberately exposing various flaws to make her think that Donald was killed by Raven, and then making every step of the way to let her find Donald's body in the wild.

The advantage of doing this is that you can completely extract Raven and twist the facts into another picture——

The country people were short-sighted and did not notice anything unusual about Donald. In order to destroy the evidence, Denise stole the body overnight and wanted to dispose of it, but was caught red-handed by Raven.

In the process, she chose to resist until death, and was killed on the spot by Raven "as a last resort".

What a reasonable story.

But the risks of this plan are equally huge. If she is not fooled, Donald's body will be discovered when the review of the Noble Council comes, and Raven and Old Gordon will become Donald's biggest accomplices.

In that case, if Raven didn't want to be burned on the rack, he would have to take the initiative to put the handle into her hands and become her obedient pet from then on.

But there are no ifs in the world.

Denise admitted that she underestimated the enemy and thought she was in control of the situation, but seriously underestimated Raven's madness and greed.

Especially, she didn't expect that a humble gangster would be so obsessed with a title!

Now, she must pay the price for underestimating her enemy.

"Five hundred gold coins." Denise said: "The most I can give you is five hundred gold coins. This is all the amount I brought back this time, and you have to promise me that after inheriting the title, you will retain Vesdon's inheritance rights. !”

"If I kill you, I can still get these five hundred gold coins." Raven said.

Looking at the approaching fire, Denise became calmer and calmer. A big mistake had been made. All she had to do now was to stop the loss: "If you do this, my property will be confiscated by the Church of Light. You are a copper penny." Even if you can’t get it, the title of the Griffith family will most likely be taken away.”

"I think you know which one is more important, five hundred gold coins or the title of baron." She handed the dagger to Raven, her eyes becoming calmer: "Either kill me, or agree to my conditions."

Raven took the dagger, played with it in his hand and put it on his belt.

"I agree to your conditions." Raven held a parchment scroll and an ink pad in his hand: "Then please leave your fingerprints on this document."

The content of the document was very different from what Denise expected. It described in detail her support for Donald's "evil god sacrifice" and shared the fruits of the sacrifice.

Denise didn't hesitate and pressed her fingerprint directly.

This meant that she and Vesdon had given up their fight for the inheritance of the Griffith family.

Raven showed a satisfied smile, formed a ring with two fingers, stuffed it into his mouth, and suddenly blew a sharp whistle.

The fire on the mountain road paused for a moment, then turned back.

Raven stretched out his hand, with undisguised aggression in his eyes: "I hope the two of us can work together happily from now on."

"After all, we have troubles to face together, don't we?"

Denise's beautiful eyes showed fatigue and disgust: "Always remember, I am your aunt."

"The days are long." Raven smiled: "If the two of us communicate in depth from time to time, maybe I will remember it."

Denise left without looking back.

The night wind whistled by, and Raven's eyes fell on Freya's body. He brushed the cold sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and sighed with a hint of fear: "What a difficult opponent."

To be honest, Denise's shrewdness and calmness far exceeded his expectations, especially the will that had been prepared long ago, which caught him off guard.

Fortunately, she underestimated herself; fortunately, she conquered Eric early.

Otherwise, why would he want Denise to let her go?

Now, the carefully woven trap has finally paid off. The biggest obstacle on Raven's way to inherit the title has finally been removed, and a gift of 500 gold coins is also attached.

After a short rest, Raven began to clean up the scene, loaded the body onto Denise's carriage, and headed for the abandoned mine.

The pit had been dug long ago, but it was not done by the servants, but by Eric himself.

After burying Donald's body, Raven drove the carriage back to the castle.

When he returned to his room, a satisfied smile immediately appeared on his face. An exquisite rosewood box was placed on his table.

He walked forward and opened it gently. The smooth surface reflected the candlelight, filling the whole room with golden light!

In the box, ten stacks of gold coins lay quietly there, exuding a fatal temptation.

One, two, three, four...

Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven...

Forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty...

A full fifty stacks, five hundred gold coins!

Five hundred gold coins! !

It is enough for a person living in the city of Mon'en to live a life of luxury and debauchery every day!

After five years of struggling in Mon'en City, Raven has only saved up a fortune of more than a dozen gold coins.

Even if he doesn't eat, drink, or gamble, these five hundred gold coins are enough for him to earn for two hundred years!

The most important thing is that the [God-given potion] that can awaken the seed of life and promote transcendence is sold at three hundred gold coins.

Transcendent!

In the underground society of Mon'en City, Raven has seen too many shocks brought by transcendence, and he also knows the gap between transcendence and ordinary people.

That is different from the title, another kind of power that can make people afraid and dominate the life and death of others!

It is said that high-level transcendence can achieve "close at hand, all people are enemies!"

This is the power that Raven did not dare to hope for before, but now, this opportunity has been grasped by him!

"Uncle Donald, you really left me a good legacy."

Raven stroked the box with both hands, slammed it shut, and then carried it to the bed.

It's so comfortable to sleep with gold coins in your arms!

It's just a little uncomfortable.

The next morning, before Raven woke up, Gordon knocked on his door:

"Lord Raven, Priest Lux is awake."

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