Noble Emblem

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A scream that almost pierced one's eardrums. Claire rolled around on the ground holding her belly. The housekeeper had a ridiculously swollen face and stared dumbfoundedly at his inconspicuous but energetic master, writhing on the ground.

Like a rambunctious monkey.

"Master...your body." Before the housekeeper could be happy, he saw Monica lifting her leg again.

He immediately rushed over, protected his master, and shouted at the same time: "Madam, if you are unhappy, just kick me. Don't kick our master, he is in good health!"

Jeff, the butler, had cried so hard that his voice was hoarse, and now this shouting sound was very unpleasant, like a duck quacking.

But Monica didn't care about him. Instead, she kicked the housekeeper away and then stepped on Claire's stomach.

The latter's pain was subsided a little, and the same attack came again, and the veins on his neck were so painful that they popped out.

Claire rolled on the ground for a while and finally got up. Her whole body was covered in dust, and her face could hardly be seen clearly. The gorgeous aristocratic clothes were dark and messy, making him look like a beggar.

"After your illness has been cured, you actually pretended to be sleeping for me. You are so rude." Monica said with a look of disgust.

Claire wiped her face and replied awkwardly: "I really didn't sleep. I thought I was dead."

As he spoke, he touched his heart. There was no more pain there, and his throat no longer felt blocked. Although his body was still a little weak, there seemed to be a force in his heart swimming towards his limbs, which was very strange. Comfortable.

This is completely different from the previous weakness that seemed to fall into the invisible abyss.

Then he looked up at the woman in front of him. She was so beautiful and had an arrogant temperament. He suddenly felt a heat wave in his heart, mixed with the pain in his abdomen that had not completely disappeared, like Chili peppers were put into the boiling oil pan, which was painful.

"Excuse me, ma'am, who are you?" Claire made an elegant aristocratic salute, stared at Monica's face and asked, "Can I know your beautiful name?"

"Celia." Monica said indifferently: "It's fifty gold coins for helping you fight off the enemy. It's also fifty gold coins for saving your life. A total of one hundred gold coins. Are you willing to pay?" ”

"Yes, yes." Claire's head nodded like a pug's tail: "Madam, if you can move to my manor, I will donate the gold coins immediately."

"Are you an idiot?" Monica's face was full of disgust: "You actually invited an unmarried woman into your manor at night, with ulterior motives?"

"No, no." Claire looked nervous and waved her hands repeatedly: "I definitely don't have any bad intentions, I just..."

Monica said: "Just send someone to our church tomorrow and bring the money."

After speaking, Monica drifted away.

After Monica's graceful back disappeared into the night, the housekeeper Jeff hugged Claire's legs and cried again.

Claire stared at the place where Monica disappeared. After a while, he asked intoxicatedly: "Jeff, don't you think that this Ms. Monica is completely different from other women. There is something about her." Her lively and independent temperament is so beautiful.”

Jeff's mouth opened wide: "Young Master, I just think she is a female devil."

"You don't understand, Jeff."

Monica returned to the church and saw that the lights in Beta's room had been turned off. She pushed open the door without hesitation and barged in.

Beta sat up from the bed, flicked his fingers, and lit a ball of magic light: "It's not good for you to run into a man's room so late."

Monica snorted indifferently: "I'm here, you can do whatever you want, I will never resist."

Beta frowned, there was nothing he could do about this kind of woman who didn't take her body seriously at all.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?"

Monica sat down on the edge of Beta's bed: "That little white-faced aristocrat looks useless, like an idiot."

Beta smiled: "It may be true that his ability is not as good as yours, but he persisted for several years under Billy's suppression. Besides, he was only thirteen years old when he took over the family, so we can't be too demanding on him. "

Monica thought for a while and felt it made sense: "You are quite right."

"But this is the first time I've seen you not pretending to be in front of outsiders." Beta smiled.

"Are you following me?" Monica was not angry but happy: "Are you worried about my safety? I didn't expect that you are also a duplicitous person."

"No, I just let my magic pet monitor that area from above."

Monica snorted and left Beta's room.

She was still feeling unhappy just now. Beta asked her to save the pretty boy Marquis, but when she invited Beta to go with her and said she hoped he could protect her, Beta actually responded like this!

"You can kill them all by yourself, what should I do?"

That's why Monica saw that Claire was unhappy, so she vented her anger on him.

But now that she knew that Beta had sent a magic pet to follow her, her mood immediately became brighter.

In Billy's study. After listening to his subordinate's report, he waved his leg to his subordinate, and then sat quietly by himself to think about the problem.

All the dead soldiers he sent out were really dead, and none of them came back. No one even knew who killed them, and their bodies could not be found.

But he knew one thing, Claire's illness had recovered, and now the entire Marquis Manor was celebrating, and some well-informed nobles had joined the celebration banquet.

The cage that I had laid out for five years was suddenly opened with brute force.

In the Northwest District, the only people who can do this and dare to do this are the newly arrived Archbishop Celia and her pretty boy who is very annoying at first sight.

He sat quietly on the chair all night. When the next day, he stood up and said to the steward: "Get the carriage ready and go to the Northwest Church."

At the North County Chapel, Claire came over early with her subordinates. He asked someone to place a heavy wooden box on the ground, and then said to Monica: "Ms. Celia, this is my precious gift. There are also some small gifts in it, I hope you can accept it."

After speaking, Claire asked to open the box. In addition to a hundred iron gold coins, there were also some orbs and jewelry. Of course, they were just ordinary jewelry, not magic equipment.

Monica was in a good mood now. She picked out the jewelry and threw it back to Claire. She only took the one hundred gold coins: "Yes, it's mine. If it's not mine, I don't want it either. Okay, gold coins I received it, is there anything else you can do?”

Claire stared blankly at Monica's beautiful face. When she heard these words, she seemed to wake up from a dream. She trembled all over and then said: "That lady, have you ever..."

Claire wanted to ask if the goddess in her mind was married, but at this moment another carriage stopped at the door of the church, and Billy, who was tall, strong, and had a masculine appearance, jumped out.

"Billy!"

Seeing her enemy, Claire's gentle eyes became sharp.

"Haha, Marquis Claire, long time no see." Billy walked up and said happily: "I heard that you have recovered from your illness. It is really something worth celebrating."

"Baron Billy, according to your status, you should salute me, right?" Claire said calmly.

Billy slapped his forehead and said with a heroic smile: "Sorry, sorry, I was so happy when I heard that you were cured, and I forgot my etiquette for a moment. You also know that I am a rough man, sorry, I will immediately Just make it up.”

Billy, who was smiling happily, bent down to the end and performed the courtesy of a subordinate meeting his superior. After finishing the trip, he smiled without any grudge, as if what he did was a matter of course and not something he was being embarrassed about.

Claire's face looked a little ugly. He knew that he had lost this invisible battle, and he seemed to be ungrateful and unforgiving.

Such a playboy image will definitely make Ms. Celia look down upon.

Thinking this, he turned his attention to Monica.

At this time, Monica turned around and asked: "Count Billy, what's the matter with you coming to my place today?"

"My mother is in poor health. I heard that Madam, you cured Marquis Claire, so I wanted to ask you to take a look at my mother too."

Monica said: "Then let your mother come over."

"She's not in good health and can't come here. Even riding in a carriage makes her whole body hurt."

Monica frowned. Now that the two sides are in conflict, only idiots would go to the other party's house. If they are really ambushed, the sky and the earth will definitely not respond.

In fact, Monica is quite confident in her own strength, but she doesn't want to expose too much.

"I hope you can have mercy on my mother, madam. She really can't bear the bumps of the carriage."

Monica's eyebrows furrowed deeper.

Claire looked at the club and felt a little heartbroken. She was about to quarrel with Billy when a magnetic voice suddenly came from next to her.

"If you can't ride in a carriage, you can learn from your mother."

The three of them followed the sound and looked over, with different expressions on their faces.

Monica was happy, Billy was dull, and Claire was a little scared.

Because Beta is handsome, has a good temperament, and is young, Claire subconsciously regards him as a competitor.

Billy's face became calm for a moment, and then he smiled: "My mercenary friend, we are discussing matters among nobles. Logically speaking, you should not express your opinions. This will make your master lose face." , will be misunderstood by others and do not know how to teach others.”

Servant?

Claire felt relieved.

Beta came over and smiled: "But the problem is that Celia doesn't mind at all. Master doesn't mind, so you don't have to think too much."