Noble Emblem

North County Abbey is still in a solemn atmosphere. Everyone seemed a little uneasy, even the Hotel California team seemed a little trembling.

Fortunately, Monica came back in the evening, and everyone in the temple felt much more at ease.

And then Beta came back, which made them feel like they had found a anchor, and they just did whatever they should do normally.

After a simple dinner, the two of them were alone in the room.

Monica was still wearing the almost translucent pajamas, but there was not much intimacy in the room.

"How is the situation over there?" Monica asked.

Beta shook his head: "I can't find any clues. That force has wiped away all traces."

Monica thought for a while and said: "I plan to use violence. I want to call them one by one and force them to help me find them. I really have no... way."

Beta nodded: "Indeed, this is a good method."

"Don't you dislike my method?" Monica's eyes lit up: "Why did you suddenly agree?"

"The situation is different. Last time, the other party used a conspiracy. It was just to block your followers. It was a reasonable method and there was no bloodshed. Therefore, if you use inferior methods to deal with them, you will be inferior. This will be harmful to your future. There is nothing useful about the upward path.”

Beta sighed and continued: "But the situation is different now. The other party used this method and even kidnapped people. I suspect they are attacking your prestige. They are slowly trying to force you away."

"What if I don't leave?"

Monica's eyes were shining, and her eyebrows seemed to be immersed in a halo of light, looking a bit like a filter.

"Then just do what you want and call them one by one." Beta said seriously: "Since the other party used this method first, we don't need to be polite. Otherwise, others will think you are really weak."

"With your words, I feel relieved."

Monica pulled up the hem of her skirt. She used to wear translucent pajamas hanging in front of Beta and never felt any embarrassment, but now, she felt her heart pounding.

It's like the feeling you get when you see flowers blooming for the first time.

Beta looked out the window. The silver moon outside was bright and seemed to have a ruthless coldness. The moonlight is very bright, but are the two missing girls and Orari's two daughters completely in darkness?

Gently grinding his teeth, Beta showed a trace of murderous intent on his face: "In addition, I can also assist you. I will call the names one by one with you."

"Um."

Monica nodded heavily, her long hair flying, and her voice filled with uncontrollable joy.

Again, the marriage between people is wonderful. Monica never thought she could fall in love with a man before.

But now, she feels that falling in love with a man is a very happy thing.

One night passed.

The next day, the holy city of the Life God Religion was still peaceful, and the people at the bottom were still running around for food and clothing. At the same time, I have to pray that the 'anger' from the big shots will not fall on me.

Living like this day after day.

But the upper class people collectively exploded.

The eldest son of the famous Archbishop, Robes' heir, was assassinated. He died in a miserable state, hanging upside down from the ruins of an abandoned wooden house that had burned down.

When people found him, he was swaying slightly in the wind, with a livid face and a strange smile, as if he had seen heaven before dying.

Under the deceased, there were a few words written crookedly: I said I would call the names one by one.

The death of an heir is not a big deal to Robes. He still had thirteen sons, and it wouldn't hurt if a few more died.

What really made him angry was that sentence: naming names one by one.

When he heard these words, Monica's beautiful, sinister, and even arrogant face appeared in front of her.

Robes smashed several cups on the spot, and then said with trembling lips: "It's too much to bully others, it's too much to bully others."

The old housekeeper stayed aside, not daring to speak. He knows his master's character. When he is angry, he should not take any action, otherwise the master will easily transfer his anger to others.

After throwing several high-value wine glasses, Robes' anger subsided a little and he was finally able to calm down.

"That little girl was the first to attack us. She really thought our family was easy to bully." Robes snorted, the murderous intent in his eyes getting stronger: "Butler, let the second brother lead a team of private guards to the northwest. Temple, please bring Archbishop Celia back to live. Since he killed the boss, she should take on the responsibility of passing him on. The boss’s son Kaka is already twelve years old, right?”

The butler nodded: "Yes, sir."

"Well, I'm old enough to make a woman pregnant. Go ahead and tell the second child that if he can't catch her back, then there's no need to come back."

The butler took the order and left.

The door closed and the room became quiet. Robes began to deal with some trivial family matters, but as he wrote, muddy tears suddenly flowed from his eyes.

"The boss is gone." There was a hint of sadness in Roberta's eyes.

He sat outside the window and looked up at the sky through the window.

Memories inevitably come to mind. He still remembered that when he became a father for the first time in his life, he was so excited that he almost wanted to jump to the sky.

He remembered holding his eldest son's hand, teaching him about the flowers in the manor, listening to his eldest son's milky voice as he repeated the words he taught him, and that feeling of satisfaction could still echo in his mind.

Although there were more and more descendants of him later, much less attention was paid to the boss.

But as the first descendant, the eldest child holds a very important position in Robes' heart.

But now, there are no people left!

Robes sat in a daze, staring blankly at the sky. Scenes about his eldest son more than thirty years ago flashed before his eyes.

He was immersed in it, as if this would give him a feeling of going back to the past.

By the time he recovered from his memory, it was already night.

There was a knock on the door.

Taking a deep breath, all the sadness and weakness on Robes' face disappeared, only calmness and a little anger.

The door opened and the butler came in.

Robes frowned: "Why are you sweating profusely?"

The old housekeeper's face was quite ugly, even a little scared. He moved his lips several times, but couldn't get the words out.

Robes got a little impatient after waiting, and said angrily: "If you have something to say, say it quickly. What does hesitating look like?"

The old housekeeper looked sad and said in a hoarse voice with difficulty: "Master... the second young master is gone."

What!

Robes stood up suddenly, his eyes wide open, and then he grabbed his chest suddenly, and his whole body bent like a shrimp.