Tome of Blood

In the small space, Eleanor shrank into a ball, holding her legs tightly with her hands, her bruised body under her thin clothes trembling.

Her eyes were blank, and she didn't even dare to look at everyone.

If Charlotte hadn't met the Duchess of Boulder, who was her niece by blood, at the banquet of the Duke of Moonguard, it would have been really difficult for her to distinguish between the trembling, pitiful woman in front of her and the one at the banquet. The dazzling noble ladies are linked together.

And the numerous scars on the other party's body are by no means a one-day scar, and it almost directly indicates the identity of the perpetrator——

As the aloof duke, as the wife of a member of the royal family, besides her husband, the third prince Philip, who else is capable and dares to do such a thing?

The nobles present were not fools, and soon figured out the reason for this, and their expressions changed slightly for a while.

Charlotte's face was also not good-looking, she snorted coldly, and cursed:

"What a scumbag!"

No one denies Charlotte's judgment.

Everyone looked at Eleanor with only solemnity, anger and pity.

Taking a deep breath, Charlotte sighed slightly.

"Ms. Eleanor, Ms. Eleanor?"

She tried to say a few words.

After hearing her words, Eleanor was slightly shocked, but she didn't respond, but shrank deeper into the corner.

Looking at the other party's dull eyes, Charlotte frowned:

"she……"

"Her spirit should have been greatly stimulated, and there are still traces of spiritual magic on her soul, which seems to have been enslaved by magic, but... it should not be completely successful."

"If my judgment is not wrong, it should be spiritual control."

Earl Ulster said.

Leon Castell's pupil trembled:

"Spiritual control?! Blood... Gorefiend?!"

Earl Ulster glanced at him and nodded:

"That's right, it is indeed the spiritual control of the Bloodborn, and it should be the work of the Blood Demon Sect."

"However, the caster is not a blood descendant, and the spiritual control has not been completely successful, but it has deeply affected her soul..."

"Psychic dominance... not a blood descendant... So... the third prince really has contacts with the Blood Demon Cult?!"

The old Viscount widened his eyes.

Yurst sneered and said:

"This is not surprising. As far as I know, there are quite a few idiots among the New Moon nobles who secretly associate with the Gorefiend Cult. These naive people always think that those depraved Gorefiends obey the rules like other blood clans, but they don't know that even They are blood clans, and they are also divided into different factions, pursuing different creeds."

After listening to Urst's words, Viscount Leon-Castel and Vincent were thoughtful.

Charlotte pondered for a moment, and stepped forward to Eleanor's side.

"Lady Eleanor?"

she called out again.

Eleanor still didn't answer, and continued to hide inside.

Charlotte sighed in her heart, stretched out her hands to hold Eleanor's cheeks, then knelt down halfway, slightly adjusted the magic power, started to use the words of charm, and said in a softer tone:

"Eleanor, look up at me, I'm Charlotte."

After hearing her words, Eleanor trembled slightly, then slowly raised her head.

The two looked at each other, and Charlotte's pupils were quickly dyed red, and the power of spiritual comfort was slowly aroused:

"Eleanor, don't be afraid, the scum who abused you is no longer here."

Water-like magic power flowed into the Duchess' body along Charlotte's hands, and the gentle spiritual power repaired the other party's wounded soul.

This time, Eleanor finally responded.

I saw her lifeless pupils gradually returning to focus, reflecting the beautiful appearance of the young girl.

"Charlotte... Charlotte...?"

Eleanor spoke timidly.

There are more and more expressions in the pupils, and the pale face gradually regains its vitality:

"Charlotte!"

Eleanor yelled tremblingly, then buried herself in the girl's arms, and began to cry.

...

After soothing Eleanor's soul with magic, Charlotte summoned a maid to take her to rest.

The scars on the poor duchess' body and heart cannot be healed in a day, and I'm afraid it will take a while to recuperate.

After coming out of the tent, both Viscount Leon-Castel and Vincent had unsightly expressions.

"Although my father has told me many times that the third prince has a cruel temperament and is not a future Mingjun, I really didn't expect that he would treat his own wife like this..."

"Such a person, there are nobles in the kingdom to support him, I really don't know what they think!"

Thinking back to everything he saw just now, Vincent couldn't help but said.

Viscount Lien-Castle glanced at him and shook his head:

"It's not a secret that the third prince has a violent temperament, but his reckless personality is also well known."

"He is not the first heir to the throne, and his foundation is far inferior to that of the second prince, and the city mansion is not very deep. Perhaps in the eyes of some nobles, supporting such a prince is more conducive to their control."

"What a stupid idea!"

Vincent cursed.

The old Viscount sighed slightly, but did not deny it.

He was also angry at the third prince's various actions that broke the bottom line of morality and nobility.

The two did not continue to discuss the matter of the third prince.

Some things can be done, but some things can't be done, and the behavior of the third prince has clearly broken through the bottom line of the nobility.

They knew that after today's news spread, the third prince might be completely finished.

...

What happened to Eleanor dilutes the joy of Charlotte's victory a lot. Although I can't be called close to this "niece", people will empathize. Seeing the other party's experience will always affect my mood of.

However, after setting up the other party, Charlotte quickly adjusted.

Although this battle has been won, and although the outcome of this Boulder-Castel war has been doomed, there are still many things to worry about in the follow-up, which needs to be finished and negotiated.

It is foreseeable that the upper layers of the New Moon Kingdom may experience a major earthquake next.

After finishing the follow-up matters on the battlefield, Charlotte finally made time for a private conversation with Yurst.

This time, she was not only the Earl of Castel, but also the "True Ancestor Messenger".

"Praise the great ancestor of blood! My lord, I wonder if His Majesty the True Ancestor is satisfied with our support this time?"

In the living room of the Earl's Mansion, Earl Ulster, who had put on his aristocratic costume again, smiled and elegantly drew a symbol of thorns and roses on his chest, and asked expectantly.

His movements are quite standard. It can be seen that he has practiced countless times in advance, and he is even more proficient than Charlotte herself.

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