To Four Thousand Years Later

"Can't send it out?

The Duchess of Franks widened her eyes and roared like a lioness: "How can it be impossible to send it out? Do you know who you are talking to?"

"I know, ma'am. Seeing the gray-haired old man drinking black tea slowly, the Duchess's eyes were bloodshot, as if she was about to scream without any scruples at the next moment. The manager who was with the old man had already grinned." She wrinkled her face, waiting for the expected scream. The man pierced her eardrums. This duchess, who was only in her twenties, was known to be unscrupulous and willful even among the Frankish nobles.

She and Duke Franks are siblings in seniority, but the age difference is nearly ten years. The Duke was almost forty years old and married her who had just grown up...and before that, she lived in the Duke's house when she was twelve or thirteen years old, and was brought up by the Duke with a completely doting attitude.

As long as the struggle between nobles does not touch the core interests, it should always be elegant and peaceful. There is no need to make more entanglements for external things, and there is no need to cut grass and roots shamelessly. They believe that if they are capable enough, even if they are plotted against, they will be able to recover their cards sooner or later. Those who lose their composure for the sake of winning or losing for a while will be ridiculed and ridiculed by other nobles in private.

…only Lydia Franks does things in a completely different way than the others. Because she kept losing her composure, others couldn't complain about her attitude.

She is the duke's wife, but also her daughter. The duke's attachment and obsession with her is so well known that no one has ever been less willing to resist her, and it was like this before Duke Franks died. Lydia took a deep breath, instead of screaming in anger, she tried hard to keep herself calm.

She proudly raised her head, showing her slender collarbone, and her neck was reminiscent of a swan: "Let's pay, Mr. Brian. I'll pay ten times the price, plus a manor. As long as you nod. It's all yours.

"I'm afraid I'll take it with my life, but I won't use it." Brian said calmly: "Your price is not enough. At least it wasn't enough to buy my life.

"The problem now is, if you don't agree. You will die now.

Lydia replied coldly: "I have nothing to fear, Mr. Brian. My husband is dead.

"Your husband is dead, come and tell me what

Or Brian's expression gradually cooled down, and maliciousness appeared on his serious face: "Miss Lydia, I think you are here to find a new husband, right? Although I am old, but for the sake of In your case, I think you can force it a bit.”

"Give me back the news and shut your mouth!"

Lydia sat on her seat and shouted in a low voice, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.

Everything is not going well.

Today she has hit a wall for one day in a row. In the whole of Frank, no newspaper was willing to accept her news. The kobold who always made up gossip news began to be prudish there; the man who always entertained her enthusiastically could not even be seen; the woman who always smiled no matter how much she scolded began to be vicious cursing at her and her parents...

Even the most loyal Brian would betray her—Brian had told her gently when her husband was still around. Call him if you need help with anything. And her horn did the same... He also gave her the help she wanted, whether it was creating an alibi for her, or helping her hide her lover. Brian didn't even tell the Duke. Isn't this enough to prove that he didn't take care of himself for the sake of the duke? Now, only two days have passed.

The blood of the Franks family has not been cut off yet? why now

"To...return the press release to me." Lydia's voice was a little weak, but still clear and proud: "For the sake of your helping me before, I forgive you for being rude to the Franks family. But But Brian just shook his head: This is impossible, Miss Lydia.

"It's better to say, I'll give you one last chance to go home quickly, don't worry about anything. Be an ostrich obediently, and bury your head in the quilt. If this is the case, maybe you can still live. He approached with pity Said so in a tone of voice. And the young duchess was finally completely angered.

Without hesitation, she pulled out her pistol from her bag and pointed it at Old Brian: I declare for the last time, return the manuscript to me! "Could it be that when the gun was pointed at, would Old Brian still bet on whether there was a bullet in it? This thought flashed in Lydia's mind.

But at the next moment, she only felt the back of her heart—the lady's pistol in her hand fell out, slid on the floor like a float, and fell in front of Old Brian. Her vision gradually blurred, watching old Brian pick up the pistol slowly, but she couldn't say a word. gradually lost consciousness.

"What a pity.

"What a young and beautiful girl.

"Give her a break, it might be good for her.

The manager of the Dawn newspaper sighed and put the pistol back on his waist: "At least she can die as an ignorant and pure duchess without bearing the name of a sinner.

"I didn't think about it so much, I just felt it was a pity.

The old Brian, who is almost sixty years old this year, squinted his eyes, put the pistol back on the table, and let out a regretful spray: "If I were thirty years younger, to be honest, I would definitely try to get her." You should still sing, old man," the manager couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "This should be the world of our young people. Think about it, thirty years ago. Did you ever think that one day Frank's new family would fall? '"To be honest, thinking about it unexpectedly, old Brian squinted his old eyes that were a little bit dim, and smacked his lips: "I was still young at that time. Much more naive than now. "At that time, my thoughts were very simple and pure. I thought...they have done a lot of evil, and everyone has their lives in their hands. Such a family will suffer retribution sooner or later.

"But I will find out when I get old... What about the retribution? Where is the promised retribution? How come good people don't live long, but the worse people live, the more vigorous they are?"

As the old Brian said, he laughed out loud, reached out and clicked on the press release on the table, and replied in an old voice: "Look. This retribution is still coming.

"It's a pity, it's thirty years too late. It's too late to say anything now.

He sighed: "I am now, I will probably go to **** even after I die. I will just see, when I will be retribution... I hope it will be before I die of old age.

"Your Majesty the Pope is right," the manager said softly, "Most middle-aged confusion basically has the antecedents of personal prejudices and personal shortcomings in youth.

Old Brian was silent for a while, and told the manager standing at the door: "Listen to me, call His Majesty's people first. Announcement, ask them what they plan to do with the corpse. If they don't have any orders, Just drag it to the backyard and put it in a bag. When there is no one at night, tie a stone and throw it into the river. Remember to climb over the wall and go out. Don’t go through the main entrance.”

"Don't worry, I understand. You, the old man, are quite proficient in listening.

"That is. The old man said lightly