The cold-faced earl doesn't want to trigger the plot

"It may be exaggerated, but Viscount Bellingham's recent reputation in the social circle is indeed excellent."

boom!

Sir Gould, who slapped the table angrily, couldn't sit still immediately.

If it is said that he has been steadily suppressing Viscount Bellingham before, even if he claims to be the richest man, the other party dare not say anything even if his family is equally rich, there is a problem of reputation.

In the past, the business of Viscount Bellingham's family was not very legal, so the evaluation of him was mainly based on slander.

But now Viscount Bellingham dared to swagger across the street like today, and he was afraid that others would not know the same way back and forth.Obviously, the articles in the Pioneer Daily these days played a very positive role for him as the leader of the list.

Presumably, at the point when Greenwater City was facing a disaster, he alone donated an unbelievable number that could not be matched by the addition of more than ten people on the donation list.It is difficult not to be praised and praised.

"Also, it is written in this article that the person who donates the most will get a thank-you letter from the Earl himself, and there will be a special banquet, is it true?"

"This... I think the newspaper should not dare to make decisions for the Earl..."

"Then go, go now, we will donate too, directly donate twice as much as Bellingham!"

Sir Gold snorted coldly, and ordered simply.

"But..."

"It's nothing. It's nothing more than the money for a work of art. To me, the earl's personal letter is much more valuable than those works of art that don't even know what they are painted on! Moreover, my dignified richest man, How can you lose to the old guy Bellingham in terms of assets! Remember, if Bellingham also follows up and donates, you will be responsible for donating more, in short, you must firmly suppress him!"

Sir Gold waved his heroic hand, and then the old butler sighed helplessly, and began to follow suit.

Unknowingly, in the city of Greenwater, turbulence began in a strange place.

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...

Time pulls back to the present.

Among the newspaper offices of the Greenwater Pioneer Daily, Chris, who is mainly in charge of the fundraising plan, is deliberating about the content of tomorrow's newspaper.

Beside Chris was the female knight Yabubeki who was in charge of this work together.

Originally, with his position in the Knights, Yabubeki was not qualified to be one of the leaders.

However, because Yabubech is familiar with Riber and others.And Chris also said that he was used to working with Yabu Bache, so Erhard made an exception and agreed to this matter.

Picking up the sample of the next day's newspaper, looking at the increasingly inflated numbers on the donation list, Yabubeki, who was born in a declining nobleman, rolled his eyes.

"Ke, Advisor Chris, is this donation figure really correct? Is it... a few digits too many?"

"Don't worry, Ms. Yabbeck, I've checked it many times, and it won't be wrong. If there is a mistake, it means that during the printing period, other people donated more funds."

Chris replied with a smile.

At this time, the amount of donations from the wealthy people in the city has almost reached the expected needs of the Knights.

After the wealthy class headed by Sir Gold joined the battle, Baron Borken and others, who had been at the top of the list for a few days at the beginning, have quietly withdrawn from the big stage of the list.

"I didn't expect that in a short period of time..."

"So, as long as you follow Mr. Riber's instructions, there will definitely be nothing wrong."

Chris faced a huge number that he had never seen in his life, but he didn't make too much waves.

Although Riber was present, he would definitely wave his hands again and again to say that everything was done by Chris alone, but Yabubeki, who did not participate in the meeting where Erhard, Riber and others reached a cooperation, was not aware of the situation. nod.

Although, Yabubech didn't know what kind of "teaching" Riber gave Chris at that time.

However, this did not prevent her from having no doubts in the wisdom of the Earl.

After Commander Riber caught Hannah White and helped Isenbach settle the grudge, Yabubeki already regarded Riber as a benefactor, but he didn't have the opportunity to say these things and thank him.

"I always feel, Consultant Chris, a lot has changed recently..."

Yabubeki said with emotion, but he didn't realize that he had made a slip of the tongue until he said it.

It's not up to her to tell about the change in Chris's appearance, anyone can see it.In fact, she wanted to talk about changes in Chris's behavior.

"is it?"

But fortunately, Chris has a strong comprehension ability, and he can see what Yabubeki wants to say,

"Perhaps, there may be a real change. In the past, I have been chasing interesting cases and trying to solve difficult puzzles. But generally speaking, I am looking for fun from a person or a thing."

Chris' eyes drifted a little far away,

"And Mr. Riber taught me how to stand at a higher angle and look through the overall perspective. Find more interesting things from a group of people and a bunch of things."

"This, this way..."

Abbech echoed.It's just that this temporary adviser of the Knights, who was already somewhat difficult to understand, has become even more difficult to understand.

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...

After the news that the banquet to thank the donation will be held soon spread to the whole city through the Pioneer Daily.

Somewhere in Greenwater City.

Contrary to the dilapidated exterior, in a hidden mansion decorated magnificently inside,

At the dining table, she elegantly used a knife and fork, and enjoyed her breakfast patiently and gracefully. Almost every movement of the red-haired girl looked like a painting. She slightly raised her eyes and looked at the three gentlemen who were walking towards her. men.

"Master Filner, it has been confirmed that Caprete will attend the banquet three days later."

Among the three men, a middle-aged man spoke in a low voice.

"Oh?"

The red-haired girl in a noble evening dress showed a playful look,

"If the famous Earl of Campret, the guardian of Greenwater City, died easily in a small boring banquet, it must be a very interesting picture."

Hearing the words of the red-haired girl, another middle-aged man roared in an excited tone,

"Let us use the death of that traitor to swear the return of 'May Blaine'!"

It was late at night in autumn.

A big drama, slowly opened the curtain (?)

Volume Two: Chapter 130 Eight, "The Female Companion"

At noon, a gorgeous black carriage stopped around the Nancheng District.

While the surrounding people were amazed at the large carriage and the two heavenly horses pulling the carriage, the owner of the carriage quietly visited an ordinary house in the southern city.

It was cold, damp, and had an indescribably strange smell.

This description is not aimed at a place like a dungeon, but a hut where four people live.

On this day, Riber came to Veronica's house.

Veronica's house seemed to have been built for some years, with traces of repairs everywhere, and the exterior and interior walls looked colorful.Even so, it is said that when the rainy season comes, this old mansion will still leak.

For a patient, such an environment is obviously not suitable for recuperation.But this is also impossible.

Of course, because of Riber, the Knights have always been very concerned about Veronica's family.Not only has he helped them, but even now there are often two members of the knight order who secretly protect the place.

However, because of this, it is obviously an unrealistic fantasy to imagine that the Knights will directly assist Veronica's family in all directions and make them directly become high-ranking people.

Due to the plague, Veronica, who was still unwell, was still asleep in the room.Until, he was slightly awakened by a loud noise outside the door.

dong dong dong.

There was a light knock on the door, and Veronica, who wanted to continue sleeping, just turned over,

"Don't knock, don't knock...just come in..."

Veronica, who obviously regarded the person who knocked on the door as her younger brother, spoke lazily, while slandering her mad boy brother for suddenly pretending to be a gentleman.

"Put the water in there and get out..."

Keeping her back to the door, Veronica, who felt the cold air blowing in from outside the room, shrank her body under the quilt.

Next, Veronica heard the sound of something being placed on the table.However, the sound of the people entering the room leaving immediately was not heard.

Veronica turned around in confusion, just about to ask her younger brother why it took so long to change the water.

Then she saw it.

Standing some distance away from the bed, the Earl was watching her silently.

"..."

eh eh eh?

Veronica, whose mind suddenly went blank, instinctively raised the quilt a little, and covered herself in it.

And in the pitch-black bed space, Veronica suddenly realized that the current self was really desperate.

With her heart beating faster and her face turning red, Veronica thought about it and felt that she might be dreaming.

Otherwise, why would the Earl appear in her room?

"You're in good spirits and seem to be recovering well."

Um...

The Earl's voice in the dream was so real.

Although, members of the Knights who have had several contacts with the Earl have said that his voice is too cold and indifferent, making people want to shudder when they hear it.

But Veronica doesn't think so.

Well...

It's not warm at all, but in short, it's not cold at all!

Thinking of this, Veronica carefully pulled down a little of the quilt, and then found that the Earl was still beside the bed.

"If it was my rash visit and rash entry into your house that made you feel dissatisfied, I'm sorry. But I still hope that I can justify myself. It was your brother who asked me to come in directly."

Vi-ji-er-! !

Veronica scolded her younger brother in her heart.

"However, even so, I suggest not to bury your head under the blanket for a long time. In this way, it will gradually become difficult to breathe. Then, if it is not convenient today, I will visit you another day..."

"Please wait a moment! Earl... Lord Earl..."

In desperation, Veronica leaned half of her body out of the bed and stretched out an arm, as if to prevent the Earl from leaving.And because there was a distance between the two, it was naturally impossible for her arm to really reach the Earl.

However, seeing Veronica's movements, the Earl showed a slightly confused expression, but he stopped his steps of turning around and leaving, and stayed inside the house.

...

Soon after.

Still in Veronica's room.

Looking at the Earl who pulled a chair and sat beside the bed, peeling the skin of the fruit, and buried most of his body under the quilt, Veronica, who was only carefully exposing her fingers and half of her face, felt embarrassed in her heart. almost wanted to move out of Greenwater City overnight.

Objectively speaking, Veronica actually did nothing to be ashamed of.

But in the girl's heart, sometimes, it is true that not even a trace of ugliness can appear, nor can one lose a trace of attitude.

She didn't know what she was doing, and she acted like a person with unstable emotions and abnormal mind in front of the Earl.

But fortunately, the embarrassment is the embarrassment, and the Earl did not leave.

Otherwise, Veronica will definitely regret it for a longer time.

At this moment, looking at the Earl, Veronica was a little lost in thought.

Obviously this is still her dilapidated room, but with the Earl sitting in it, the whole room looks like a luxurious palace.And the Earl was obviously just doing something as simple as peeling the fruit, but his movements were still as graceful as a painting handed down from generation to generation.

Veronica felt that if her younger brother was allowed to wear the same clothes as the count, sit in the same place, and perform the same actions, he would probably only look like a monkey imitating a human being.

"My lord, the Earl came here today, and he is indeed replacing the Knights. Do you want to ask something?"

After calming down several times, Veronica tried to ask in a calm tone.

"No. I just heard that you woke up from a coma, so I came to see how you are doing. By the way, if your physical condition is better than expected, I will try to invite you to attend the upcoming A banquet in the afternoon."

Riber, who seems to have used all his energy to deal with the fruit in his hand, said casually,

"However, it appears that you still need to rest. It is a great pity."