Be a matchmaker in an otome game

Chapter 116 The huge situation

Today was a day full of swords and swords, and when I got home it was already early morning the next day, and the sun would come out in a little while.

Felissa was tired, hungry, and sleepy, and her whole body was still hurting. When she got off the carriage, she was held by Azarez, and her legs were still hurting, which was a clear reminder that she was still injured.

Now that they were back home, she didn't care about anything anymore. She put her arm around Azarez's shoulders and whispered in his ear: "Go find me a doctor. It must be a woman."

Azarez was stunned for a moment before reacting: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? What should I do if the wound worsens?"

Good question. She really couldn't tell outsiders where she was injured, so she simply closed her eyes and pretended to be dead.

There was no use in blaming her. Azarez took her back to the room and asked Arthur to find a doctor.

The doctor came to examine Felissa, and after using magic to scab the wound, he told her to try not to rub the wound or touch water in the past few days.

This meant that Felissa would have to stay in bed for the next few days.

"You need to have a good rest in the next few days and don't participate in anything anymore." Azarez said to Felissa with a hint of warning, "Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be able to pass the exam."

Felissa asked hesitantly: "What if there is a follow-up to what happened today?" Safi must have brought her along. Regardless of whether she understood it or not, Safi always insisted that since she participated, she should

Participate from start to finish and decide whether she should go or not when the time comes.

"Impossible," Azarez said with great certainty. There were some things that Felissa didn't understand, but he who had been following Felissa like a shadow through the meeting understood, "Fred is just here now."

It’s just a net, it will take at least a week before there is any fish movement, and it will take at least a month until all the goals are achieved.”

Sometimes the gap between people is bigger than the gap between people and dogs, so Felissa accepted the fact that she was a bad fighter.

Azarez's acumen for political affairs is no less than that of heirs trained since childhood like Fred and Safi. I don't know if he is gifted and can understand such topics instantly, or if he has another secret.

Felissa prefers the latter, but it doesn't matter. Who has nothing to hide? Doesn't even she have secrets that she can't tell?

"Don't you have any other questions to ask me?" Felicia asked pretending to be casual. She knew that Azarez must have noticed the strange spell she recited, but he didn't ask anything, as if

do not know anything.

This question came a bit unexpectedly and strangely. Azarez paused, raised his head and glanced at Felissa, and was not surprised to see guardedness and alienation on her smiling face.

The eldest lady is testing him.

Azarez said in a calm tone: "If the eldest lady wants me to ask, I will ask. If you don't want me to ask, I won't ask."

How considerate. Felissa breathed a sigh of relief: "Then it's settled, I won't ask you, and you won't ask me." In this way, there was a certain amount of room for each other, and Felissa felt good.

It just ended up staying at the last step of the atrium, unable to enter.

They have been busy all night, and some people on the other side can't sleep.

It's still the abandoned avenue, still the same room.

The woman in a white bathrobe lazily huddled on the sofa and turned her wrist carelessly. The scarlet wine in the wine glass in her hand also rotated, spreading a beautiful color.

If Azarez were here, he would recognize it as Cress.

The side of her body collapsed slightly, and a person came over, held Cress in his arms, and asked casually: "What are you thinking about?"

Cress's slender index finger unconsciously circled his chest, teasing and seducing: "The list you gave to the racecourse is fake, right?"

"Don't make trouble," his voice was hoarse. He stretched out his hand to hold her fingers and glanced at her warningly, "Try moving again."

Cress curled her lips, and she was snuggling in his arms as softly as a bone. She sat up straight in an instant, with a noble and cold look on her face: "Okay, I'll just stay away from you."

After the two of them argued for a while, they finally got down to business: "The list is half-truth and half-false, but it's true that I deliberately let it be stolen."

Cress nodded clearly: "Sure enough, I guessed it was like this. With your ability, you won't even put a seal on such an important thing."

"The racetrack has made enough over the years, and it's time to get rid of it. Besides, the income from the racecourse has never been in my hands." He sneered, his tone cold, "Only if you know how to stop at the right time can you gain long-term success."

It did sound like a serious speech about survival, but Cress smiled: "You must have decided from the beginning to abandon the racecourse as an abandoned child."

There are large and small forces coexisting in the Abandoned Avenue. Although the "Guild" is now the dominant one, there are many parties to restrain it, not to mention this kind of conflict of interests. The profits of the racecourse have been handed over to him from the beginning. He is only responsible for being a

The instructor guides the person directly in charge of the racecourse who to go to for transactions.

His lack of care caused the appetite of the people behind the racecourse to grow bigger and bigger, and if things continued like this, it would be a matter of time before he attracted the attention of the nobles. When his subordinates reported that Ulysses had appeared at the racecourse,

After the race, he knew it was time for the geckos to dock their tails at the racecourse.

Of course, he would also package up the people behind the racecourse and hand them over to Ulysses, and then take over their power as well.

He had enough patience and spent several years setting up this situation. Just when the direct beneficiaries of the racecourse were complacent about their huge income, they did not know that they had already entered a dead end.

As for that list, it was just a small thing he did for Cress.

The aristocratic class of the human race is not monolithic. Dukes, princes and uncles are divided into counts, and princes are the upper-class nobles. Most of them are old nobles, or there are outstanding talents in the family. The new blood who is promoted will always be in the cabinet.

Among them, they have a certain right to speak, and their interests are relatively consistent; among the earls, there are some who have fallen from the upper-class nobility, such as Beard, and some who are appreciated and relied on by the upper-class nobility and have the intention to promote them, such as Sasha

There are many counts under the Fei family's enfeoffment who serve as the prime minister's "think tanks".

The declining earl is jealous of his valued colleagues, while the high-ranking earl believes that the declining earl is a waste and should be dismissed.

All in all, both sides dislike each other.

Nancy thought that what she had worked hard to obtain was a valid piece of evidence, but in fact they entered the "Guild's" situation from the moment they obtained the list.

Whether they plan to investigate all the people on the list, or only part of them, it will make the conflict between the earls more serious, and when the marquis cannot suppress the opinions of the earls, the human race will be in chaos.

(End of chapter)