Chapter 455
After the black hair wizard left, old steward silently closed the door of the side hall.
A silhouette with a cane suddenly appeared beside the empty and dry curtains, which gradually condensed like drops of water; the young incumbent Chaen count complexion pale, sitting in the position of the black hair wizard just now, looks exhausted.
"You said, did he just find me?"
"His last sentence deliberately raised his voice, maybe it meant something." Old steward faintly replied, When I walked to the wine rack by the fireplace, I poured a glass full of vanilla wine, and put it quietly by the hand of Chaen count: "Your Excellency Loren is the famous sorcerer of Eboden, who was taken by Bran. The selection of His Royal Highness should be more than because of his superb sword technique."
What the servant has to do is answer questions, not make judgments for the master.
"For a sorcerer of his level, this kind of bauble is probably the same as nothing." He threw the cane to old steward, and the young Charn Count raised his glass wearily:
"It is for the sake of both sides to deliberately not pierce it, right?"
"This is good for both parties. You have just inherited the knighthood as a young man. Once it is learned that you are conspiring with Highness Brandon's cronies The consequences are very serious."
old steward said in a deep voice, silently reminding his master: "No matter what this abrupt Lord Loren Torino wants to do, you must not be implicated by him. -Inside and outside the family, I have a lot of eyes looking at you."
Staring at the mellow wine in the glass, an angry look flashed across Chaen Count’s face, and the hands holding the glass were all there. Shaking slightly.
Siscott’s death hit the Charn family unprecedentedly, not only did the family lose its unity, but it also caused the old-fashioned aristocrats who originally surrounded the Charn family to be separated from their morals.
Recalling their smirking expressions when they came to comfort them, and the evil spirits buried under that face, Zahn count felt incomparable nausea.
The followers who were originally loyal to the family became bloodthirsty ominous beasts ready to pounce in the blink of an eye!
"...Don't the Charn family want it..."
At the moment Loren Torino said those words, the young Charn count almost exposed himself!
He remembered his grandfather who fell in a pool of blood when he was in the banquet hall of the Wizard Academy...
I remembered himself with blood on his face at the time...
I remembered the respectful and respectful guests who were in awe of themselves and the Charn family when my grandfather fell, none of them extended a helping hand to the dying grandfather...
The frightened ones Face, in retrospect, it seems that every one of them was an incomparable mockery, satire and taking pleasure in other people's misfortune, as if they had been waiting for a day for a long time!
"Let the people responsible for the hands-on come back and tell them the plan to cancel." Charn count said solemnly: "As for your Excellency Loren Torino-whatever he wants to do, let him go."
"The Charn family will not help him, but there is no need to stop him deliberately, just wait and see what happens."
"Young Master, Lussac Covo Master may be true Is not guilty, but many people are looking forward to his death."old steward face changed:
"And whether you can avenge Lord Siscott...It also has a bearing on your status in the family, but you can’t At this time..."
He raised his hand to stop Old Steward, and Chaen, who held up the glass, counted a deep breath, and drank his head suddenly!
The wine enters the deep throat, and the hot breath penetrates the internal organs.
"I know...Although my grandfather did not react when he died, I am fully aware now...Those people wanted to use the hands of the Charn family to perform the operation."
The young count looked up, and there was a portrait hanging on the wall of the side hall. It was the former Charn Count, his grandfather Siscott Charn.
Usually painters will deliberately beautify their employers, making them look like Saints in the Holy Cross Church, compassionate, or kind, and respectful...No one doesn’t like to see such "self "Or ancestors.
But Siscott Charn is an exception. He paid the artist twice the price. In the oil painting, he has an arrogant look with a high jaw; his eyes are very ruthless, a raised beard, and anger. The brows...
Like a tyrant.
As powerful as the Chaen family, there is no need for posturing to maintain power; but only the frightening and daunting Chaen count is a good Chaen count.
Such an old man who frightened and awed everyone, his grandfather... actually ended up like this.
Chaen count’s gaze became more sullen, his teeth clenched: "The dignified imperial minister, the leader of the dignified Chaen family, the leader of the noble faction..."
" They are treated as chess pieces that can swing at will!"
"It's...impossible!"
ka-cha!
There was a crisp sound, and a crack appeared in the delicate glass wine glass.
old steward bowed his head and stopped talking.
"As for whether I am qualified to be the next Chaen count, I don't need to rely on this sordid method of framing." Chaen count has no expression on his face, faintly opened the mouth and said:
"I will prove it to them personally!"
The voice will fall, and the atmosphere in the house will become heavier.
"Look for an opportunity to give all the medicine formulas prescribed by Master Lussac Covo for his grandfather to this Lord Loren Torino."
"But absolutely don’t Let others discover that this information is provided by us, find an opportunity... see if we can leak it out."
"Be sure to let him understand that as long as he does not continue to explore the secrets of the Zhan family, we I will never interfere too much, and I do not intend to be an enemy of Brandon-whether he can reverse the case for the Lussac Master, and whether the result will be on him!"
Sigh tiredly, young The count puts down the wine glass in his hand:
"I hope he is smart enough to understand what we mean."
"Young Master, is this really appropriate?" old steward calmly Asked: "In this way, Lord Siscott..."
"Sir Grandfather, because his body is too exhausted, he died suddenly...for an old man of this age, it shouldn't be It’s weird!"
Chaen count is frowned, and his fisted hands are tightly tightened:
"I know very well that now I have never been fighting with those people. The cost...at least not now!"
"But no matter what, I definitely can't make those people do what they want easily-if they dare to use the Charn family as pawns, they have to pay a sufficient price!"
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"I am the count of the Charn family. This is my decision and the final decision. There will be no more changes!"
"You are the count of the Charn family, He is also the only legal heir to Master Siscott." Old Steward silently nodded and reminded his master:
"But the elders in the family would not think so, let alone think so."
"If the elders find that you have violated their wishes, these people will no longer care about your face, but will take the initiative to use their connections and resources to drive the Lussac Master into hell. "
"Now you are just a dispensable puppet to them, only if you follow their wishes will you be the Charn count, otherwise... it will be the same as the beggar on the side of the road!"
p>"So... if Your Excellency Loren Torino really succeeds in overturning the case for the Lussac Master, the awe of the imperial nobles towards the Charn family will drop a thousand zhang in one fall, but the same connections of those people And resources will also drop a thousand zhang in one fall."
Chaen count was expressionless, his eyes deepened: "By then, I will be the only one who can stand Come out, rescue and restore the face of the Charn family. "
"I will become...the savior of the Charn family and the sole owner! "
"The premise is that the'wizard consultant' can really reverse the case for the Lussac Master alive. "Old steward reminded again.
"Even if he fails, what can I lose? "The young count coldly snorted: "I am the only legal heir to my grandfather. At best, I'm just a puppet that the elders used to decorate the facade!" "
If it's just a puppet in the end, why can't you take a gamble?
Whether it’s awe or respect... It’s just an outsider’s vision, which has nothing to do with family power, so it’s abandoned. What is it to be a pity?
As long as I have enough power to become a real Charn count, that’s enough!
Seeing that count has made up his mind , The old steward, who no longer said much, bowed and bowed, turned and walked out the door.
"You said, if we are willing to help him..." The young count suddenly said: "His Royal Highness, Brandon, Will there be a chance? "
Old steward, with an indistinct expression, turned around:
"It's impossible! "