Noble Emblem

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The severe heartache almost killed Robes. If the housekeeper hadn't been there to help him push his back and guide his breath, he would have probably choked.

"What's going on?" Robes asked weakly after finally calming down his anger: "Tell me everything you know."

The housekeeper was worried that after hearing this, the master would be so angry that he would die again. This was not an adjective, he really almost died.

But looking at the master's eyes that were quite stern even though he was weak, the butler had no choice but to tell what he knew about what happened.

Just three hours ago, Robes' second son led about a hundred guards and aggressively went to the temple in the northwest, trying to 'invite' Celia to the manor.

As a result, the other party refused to submit, and the second son was forced to use force. As a result, the other party counterattacked, not only killing Robes' second son, but even more than half of the guards were killed and injured, and those who were still alive became prisoners.

"How dare she! How dare she!"

The almost crazy roar was followed by waves of strong coughs that seemed to blow out the lungs.

The butler immediately stepped forward and patted the master's back gently.

After another while, Robes' emotions became more balanced.

"That woman is crazy."

Robes felt that he couldn't understand the other party's thoughts at all. Why did she dare to attack all the archbishops even though she was just a baseless woman.

And she is her first target to declare her strength to the entire Holy City.

Why?

Do you think your family is easy to bully?

Although he was extremely unwilling, Robes had to admit that he was a little scared now. We are all archbishops, so even if we want to deal with Celia, we should do it ourselves. He and the other party are obviously of the same rank.

And he sent his second son... knowing that she dared to assassinate his eldest son, but he was lucky, thinking that the other party would not dare to target him openly.

As a result, the calculation was wrong, even the second son's life was lost, and some elite members of the family were also included.

He leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes to rest. But the trembling eyelids showed the psychological fluctuations in his heart like a violent wave.

After a while, Robes opened his eyes. The appearance, which was already looking old due to weakness, has now become more gray and decayed, as if it were a dying person.

"Go over with some suitable gifts and tell Celia that we will find a chance to help her ask what happened. I hope he can let our people come back. As for my two sons... there was an accident. , has nothing to do with anyone.”

After saying this, Robes's chest collapsed, and there was almost no divine light in his gray eyes.

The old butler almost cried. He could see that his old master's time was running out.

The butler turned and left.

Robes sat quietly for a while, watching the sun set, watching the sky fill with stars and night fall.

Then he struggled up with his last strength and tremblingly wrote his last words on the white paper on the table.

At this time in the North County Abbey, Monica watched expressionlessly as Robes' butler presented a small box of jewelry.

Then she nodded: "I understand, I won't care too much about the affairs of the old Robes family. You can do whatever you like. But I have a request. After the new head of the family comes to power, he must help us find out the matter. ”

The old housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief: "As you wish, madam."

After getting the answer, the old housekeeper left, walking steadily.

But Monica looked at it for a while, turned to Beta and said, "This old guy won't live long."

Beta was beside him and nodded: "Yes, the spiritual fire has almost dissipated. I didn't expect that Robes, the archbishop, would be so invulnerable. He just lost two sons and he would be unable to withstand it."

"He only had his first son when he was seventy years old. Professionals generally don't look too old. Now that he is ninety-eight years old, his strength is still slightly above that of a master. Even without this blow, he wouldn't have lived much longer." Mo. Nika put the jewelry box aside, then asked with a squinted smile: "Who is the target next?"

"You decide one yourself, and try to find those with bad records to attack."

"If according to your view of good and evil, none of those archbishops can be pardoned." Monica tilted her head: "Then I will choose one myself. This family is average in strength, but has more connections. I don't need to personally To go out, just separate out some of the spiders."

While talking, densely packed translucent spiders crawled out of Monica's body. If a patient with trypophobia sees this scene, they will probably be so frightened that they will faint on the spot.

And Monica's body shrank at an extremely fast speed, and in a short time she looked like she was about fourteen years old.

She is petite and petite, and her innocent face is still a bit naive.

"Take me back to my room!"

She stretched out her hands towards Beta, as if she had a strange temptation, as if she was possessed by a succubus.

Beta raised his eyebrows, and Hao said without hesitation: "Go by yourself. You are such a big person and you have to carry him back to your room. Do you think you are still four years old?"

"Then I'll show you my four-year-old self."

Monica, who looked like a girl, stamped her feet angrily, and a large number of spiders ran out of her body. Before she turned around, her body shrank a lot.

Then he saw a little girl who looked about four years old and was standing on the ground with a long skirt.

She sucked her fingers and looked at Beta with some fear and some expectancy: "Big brother, give me a hug."

Beta stroked her forehead helplessly.

He knew that although Monica's incarnation would retain her previous memories, her mind matched her body's age.

This means that the girl in front of her is a four-year-old girl who has most of Monica's memories.

There's no point in competing with a four-year-old girl.

He picked up little Monica, returned to the room, and put her on the bed. He also covered her with a quilt.

When he wanted to leave, little Monica grabbed his sleeve, tears rolling in her big eyes: "Brother, I'm afraid of the dark..."

Beta had no choice but to stay and sang three children's songs in succession to coax the four-year-old Monica to sleep.

Then he stayed outside. This four-year-old little Monica had no fighting ability at all. If she encountered danger, she would definitely not be able to avoid it.

So he can't stay away.

About three hours later, a large number of spiders emerged from the darkness, bypassed him, and got in through the window.

After a while, the adult version of Monica appeared at the window. Her cheeks were slightly red, but her eyes were sparkling: "Brother, give me a hug?"

Beta was unmoved and said, "Okay, I'm going to take a rest and tell me the results tomorrow morning."

Monica watched him leave, and then smiled, like a star flower blooming at night, lighting up the sky with bright light.

She seemed to understand now what Beta's weakness was and how she should get along with him.