Lord Duke

Chapter 11 Clues

Due to a day's delay, Slante decided to go first on horseback.There is a bit of stubbornness and youthful spirit in his bones, which has not been quietly worn away by his age.Because of this, he rejected the safe suggestion of the steward to take a carriage and go on the main road, but chose to ride a horse and take a small road to go quickly, and the carriage followed behind!Suppressing all the rebuttals, he felt something in his heart, and looked in the direction of Wangcheng from afar, feeling a sense of anxiety spreading in his heart.

strangeness.

really weird.

Slante thought to himself, this kind of mysterious and mysterious premonition... Well, his eyes suddenly became firm, he tightened the reins, and went faster!

The wind whizzed by, and Slant leaned slightly, his cloak was blown up by the wind, and his clothes were rattling, which was enough to see how fast he was moving forward!He took a small road, it seems that he is very lucky, the road is unimpeded, and he will be there in one day and a few hours!The horse's hooves clattered, and the attendants behind him closely followed the Duke in front.

Slant was also thinking in his heart, he thought it was wrong before, he exhaled slightly, since he got the reputation of the Duke of the West, he was inevitably a bit complacent, and he looked down on the other Dukes of the West, although it was only a trace , but it's not good, thanks to the early discovery.

For example, at that time, when he got the invitation from the king, he never thought that since he could feel something was wrong, shouldn't the old foxes in those old families think about it too, and think more than he did?For example, the Yige family and the Custer family that he ignored before, although there is no duke, there are several marquises and earls.He exhaled slowly again, the carved wooden plaque on his waist seemed to be one with him.

That's right, there is also the Duke of Payne, isn't he also famous at a young age?Thinking of the black-haired and blue-eyed Duke, Slant couldn't help but smile in his heart. He was thinking of the iris flower tag and Duke Payne's little problem of not being good at words.

After such a self-analysis, Slante's gaze became clearer, and his demeanor became more calm. Although he was tired from the journey, he did not look embarrassed. That trace of aristocratic elegance was truly engraved in his bones.Although he hates the useless rules and intrigues among nobles, he also agrees with some etiquette rules.

The front is already Yango City, which is the border of the Duke of Slant's territory, and also... the place where the guards finally escorted the Duke of Payne that day.A gleam of light flashed across Slante's eyes, he let out a groan, the horse raised its front hooves, and stopped, Slante quickly turned over and dismounted, his eyes swept over the tired-looking attendant, and he spoke slowly Said: "Renovate here for one night."

That night.The lights were bright. Standing outside the window and looking out, Slante picked up his cane and lightly leaned on the ground.He saw bright lights all the way on this street, as if they wanted to compete with the bright moon in the dark sky.The carved wooden plaque on his waist swayed slightly with his movements.

Slant smiled slightly. He walked back to the bed, sat down, untied the hang tag on his waist, brushed all the rough lines with his slender fingers, and it seemed that Duke Duck's careful instructions sounded in his ears:

"This is for you."

"uncle?"

"Take it, Slanter, my boy."

"uncle………"

"You must already know that some people in the Protestantism have evil intentions and incite the people. Even some barons and viscounts are also bewitched. There are some so-called leaders who are secretly planning something."

"I got some spies in it, but it took me a while. Well, why do you look at me like this? Haha, even though I'm not a duke, I'm not allowed to have some power of my own?"

"Listen to me. These people don't know each other, and they're smart. I picked them out. At first, I just saw some clues and made some preparations just in case. I never thought it would be useful now..."

"You take this wooden sign, and I will teach you how to use it. Those spies may be a great help at critical times..."

Slante couldn't help but sighed with a smile, and read softly: "Uncle..." The moonlight shone in, filling the room with a clear glow.Only the figure reflected on the ground had a cold frosty color, which dimmed the light of the golden hair.A soft sigh melted into the air.

Royal castle

The top floor of the spire finally ushered in more people.A pair of sheepskin boots stepped on the tower ladder firmly and firmly.Then from the sheepskin boots to the top, he was dressed in a neatly ironed black outfit, which made him look serious and serious, but his dark blue eyes seemed to turn bright blue in the dark, it was that——

Duke Payne.

"Crack, creak," he stepped up the tower ladder, and with the sound, the whole picture of the top floor of the tower gradually appeared in front of the visitors.With a sound of rubbing, the guard behind him lit the oil lamp, and this place was brightly lit.

Payne saw it once, and said: "Search." The guards lined up and searched carefully, and Payne just stood quietly, extremely reliable.There are indeed traces of someone coming here, very shallow, but very new.No one has been here for a long time, so it is difficult to remove the traces left behind.What's more... there is very little time left for them.

Payne stretched out his hand to brush the dust on the wall. He was almost certain in his heart, and a blurry picture even began to be outlined in front of his eyes: under the bright moonlight, on a tall tower, several dark figures stood Here, and then for an instant, the flames shot up into the sky... Payne lowered his eyes, and the three gold buttons on his cuffs exuded a dim light.

Suddenly there was a commotion, and the captain of the guard stepped forward excitedly, and presented something. In his palm, a small double cross quietly shone with mysterious light.

inside the church

The man in the black cloak was almost hidden in the shadows, but a few strands of silver hair slipped out of it restlessly. He seemed to be very familiar with the terrain of the church, but within a few breaths, he came to a room.

He raised his hand and tapped the button.

"Please come in." A peaceful voice sounded.

The man sneered and went in as he said.

What caught the eye was a head of soft, waist-length silver hair, and a face that seemed to be compassionate.She was dressed in a pure white bishop's robe, decorated with gold-edged dark patterns, which dazzled everyone who saw it for a moment, so that they ignored the somewhat dull face.North's face was light: "What are you doing here?"

With a flick of the man's hand, the black cloak fell on him, revealing a head of bright silver hair.His face is more handsome, and he can be regarded as an upper-middle posture.However, a ferocious scar snaked down from the corner of his forehead, destroying this handsome face. He sighed with a foolish smile: "Brother..." His tone suddenly became sharp again, and his face became cruel. Ruthlessly distorted: "Put away your temperament for outsiders to see!"

North seemed to have known the speed of his face-changing for a long time, he only thought he was going crazy, but his demeanor also subsided, and he just said indifferently: "Have you had fun." He paused, and finally called out his name: "Garth. Hearing this, Gass seemed to be discouraged, and said: "Brother knows everything..." He frowned and showed a big smile, "That's great." He emphasized: "It's not for fun. . . . It's a pity that some dukes and marquises were not hurt..."

North slowly came forward, he was a little taller, he hesitated, but he stroked the top of Garth's hair lightly, and let out a low voice in his throat: "Set fire... such a temporary idea, there is nothing wrong with it." This time." Gasth stroked the scar on his forehead lightly, hatred burst out in his eyes, and he quickly covered it up, and replied in a low voice: "Yeah." North did not miss the look that flashed past him, and his heart I secretly made up my mind: I have to speed up the work process.

He was thinking about how to erase some of the flaws in the arson incident for Gus, and he thought about it.This time, you can make good use of it.

Inside the palace chamber

The black tea on the table was still not completely cold, and the expression on King Phil's face was blurred by the aroma of the tea. He finally had to sigh helplessly.What Earl Krian brought... was not good news.This earl is really shrewd.

Earl Crean is personable, calm in conversation, and a first-class handsome man. He is also just right in age, around 35, and has the taste of his own years.Among the earls, he was neither outstanding nor slack, he was very moderate, so this visit surprised the king.King Phil picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea: Trouble...

Earl Crean: "My lord, you must pay attention to your younger brother, Prince Arizona." That's all.Afterwards, I casually talked about irrelevant topics such as crop harvest and flower opening time, so I felt relaxed.

A white long dress came flying like a light cloud, and with it, there was a trace of tulip fragrance——Queen Isa is coming.

Queen Isa naturally stood behind King Phil, gently pressing his forehead with both hands, and said gently: "Don't worry. I'm always by your side." The two formed a world of their own, and the warmth flowed silently.

But the royal family, according to the rules, the royal family is the first heir to succeed to the throne smoothly.So Phil inherited the throne. He has a younger brother, who is the second in line heir-Prince Arizona.In addition, there are also a few cousins ​​and cousins ​​in the collateral line, but they don't appear very often, and they don't have much impression.As for the royal princess, there is also one named Bella, who was also the princess whom the king intended to marry Slant a long time ago.This princess, however, got closer to that Prince Arizona.

What an annoyance, the king thought, his eyes flicked over his wife's face, and he left it all to the Duke of Penn, who, he thought, would be able to handle it.

Those who can do more work, don't they?

another corner of the palace

Delicate roses bloom quietly in a silent place.Princess Bella pinched the girdle hanging down her waist uneasily, and said anxiously: "Can you really help the prince win the throne?" A chuckle came from the man opposite him in his cloak, his voice was bewitching, with an indescribable He smiled and replied, "Of course."

A strand of silver hair slipped quietly.

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