Working Prophet

"...Blanco is still young and has no ability to rule the green fields." Ilea's uncle Lucio, a chubby man, said while wiping the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief.

"This is not a problem. If Blanco eventually inherits his father's fiefdom, I, as a mother, will naturally assist him until he reaches adulthood." Vanessa puffed up her chest and said, "Of course, I will definitely not be able to do without him by then. Thank you for your help.”

"Or we can directly choose a mature lord." Alisa said.

"Blanco may not be mature enough, but Ilea is not much better. The only thing that will increase in her body is age. Moreover," a hook-nosed man with gray lop ears paused, " Don’t forget, everyone, her mother is..."

"Watch your words, Diaz," the only old woman sitting on the chair interrupted the hook-nosed man. She had not spoken in the previous debate between the two sides, but once she opened her mouth, everyone The words are very weighty.

"Ilea has long ears and red pupils, which means she is an Arias and has the right to inherit. In addition, your previous words were too rude. I don't want to hear similar words again."

"My fault." The man named Diaz shrugged and apologized, readily admitting his defeat.

The old woman looked at the other people and said in a deep voice, "I think everyone's opinions have been expressed. Now let's start voting. We have already wasted a lot of time on the three adults and all your friends. Yes. It’s time to decide on the next head of the Arias family.”

The old manager who had stepped aside after hearing her words stood up again and announced.

"The election of the successor to Green Field will be held next. I hope that you will put your family first, exercise your right to vote carefully after careful consideration, and once you take a stand, you will not be able to go back on it."

He paused for more than ten seconds and said loudly, "First of all, those who support Blanco, please raise your left hands."

As soon as the manager finished speaking, Ilea's stepmother Vanessa and her brother, a man named Dias, both raised their hands impatiently.

One of them is Blanco's mother, and the other is Blanco's uncle. There is no doubt that they will stand on the side of their blood relatives.

Ilea was not surprised by this, but she bit her lip subconsciously. Seeing that no one agreed anymore, a hint of joy flashed in her eyes, but the joy did not last long and soon turned away again. Shocked.

Because she saw another person raising his hand not far in front of her.

"Uncle Antonio, you..." Miss Rabbit was so shocked that she jumped up. However, before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by the manager.

The latter looked at her seriously, "Please pay attention to your manners and keep quiet, Miss Ilea, now is the voting period, the candidates have no right to speak. If you have any objection to the results, you can wait until the voting is over to raise it." , otherwise I will cancel your candidacy.”

When Miss Rabbit jumped up, she retracted as fast as she could, and she closed her mouth obediently, not even daring to breathe.

She kept comforting herself in her heart, it didn't matter, even if Antonio broke his word and betrayed his honor suddenly, Blanco only got three votes out of seven, which would not affect the final result.

And this is indeed the case. When it was Ilea's turn to vote, she also received three votes. These three votes came from her great-grandmother Ona, aunt Alisa, and uncle Lucio.

In this way, the two sides fought to a three-to-three draw.

At this time, Alisa took out a letter from her arms and solemnly handed the letter to the old manager. The latter carefully checked the sealing paint and made sure it was intact before opening it in front of everyone.

His eyes quickly scanned the content above, and then he looked up at Ilea, "It seems that Lord Torres has made his choice."

Miss Rabbit felt that her heartbeat had never been so fast before, almost jumping out of her throat.

She had already secretly decided in her heart that the first thing she would do when she became the lord was to find some excuse to kick her nonsense-talking uncle out of the family's center of power.

The latter promised her last night that he would definitely choose her today, but he didn't expect to break his promise within half a day. If the Arias family is full of people like this, how can it be possible to achieve rejuvenation.

Fortunately, there were enough people supporting her, otherwise she would have been tricked to death this time.

"Blanco, Mr. Torres's choice is Blanco." The old manager finally revealed the final suspense.

Ilea didn't react when she heard the first two words, and was waiting in a daze to accept the congratulations, but soon her expression changed drastically, and she exclaimed as if she had seen a ghost.

"This is impossible! This is impossible. There is no way that Uncle Torres will not choose me! Aunt Alisa, you told me that Uncle Torres would stand by my side. Was this letter secretly replaced by someone midway? ?”

Alyssa's expression was also very solemn. She took the letter from the old steward and read it from beginning to end, but her expression became increasingly bitter. She said with difficulty, "This is indeed Torres's handwriting, and there are no traces of alteration."

"No, it won't! There must be something wrong. This is not true! We have to interrupt the election, send people to the royal capital, find Uncle Torres and ask about this matter."

Miss Rabbit couldn't accept this reality at all. It was as if all the bones in her body had been taken away. She collapsed while mumbling.

If Alyssa hadn't been quick-sighted and quick-handed, she would have fallen directly to the ground.

That would be embarrassing, even though she doesn't look much better now.

The eyes of the old steward looking at the girl were full of pity, but he had been the steward of the Marquis Mansion for almost two hundred years. He had served three Marquises of the Figuerola family and helped with many similar matters.

In every election, there are winners and losers.

So even if he sympathized with him, he decided to keep things official and asked, "Miss Ilea, you said there were problems during the election. Do you have any evidence?"

"I..." Ilea opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't know what else to say.

She definitely had no evidence. After all, so many people were watching in the hall, and the entire election process was open and transparent.

She just couldn't accept that she had lost the battle for succession. What was even worse was that until now, she didn't know where she had lost.

"If there is no evidence, please respect the final voting result." The old manager reminded, "For the sake of your family and yourself, it is best not to make similar remarks from now on."

At this time, people in the hall had already begun to congratulate Blanco, and the newly-minted head of the Arias family also seemed quite excited, throwing all his mother's previous instructions out of the window and shouting.

"Now that I am the head of the family, can I order the execution of Sister Ilea?!"

"What nonsense are you talking about, Blanco, no matter what, Ilea is your sister and your relative, you can't hurt her." Vanessa stroked her son's little head lovingly.

The latter felt a little regretful when he heard this, and Vanessa turned to look at Ilea again.

A winner's smile appeared on her face, "You just stood there without speaking. I thought you had grown up, Ilea, but in the end you are still the same as when you were a child. Once things develop as you hoped, If you notice any difference, you will start crying and fussing. It seems that Ruth has really spoiled you over the years."

Miss Rabbit's chest heaved violently. She tried hard to maintain her last dignity and didn't want to show her weak side in front of the annoying people. However, tears welled up in her eyes.

Ilea couldn't even hear what the people around her were saying. What just happened was like a nightmare to her.

She hoped that someone could wake her up from this terrible nightmare and tell her that it was all false and that there was still room for redemption.

But the remaining trace of reason told her that it was over.

There are no more miracles.

All the preparations that she thought were foolproof and the devout prayers for more than ten days in a row could not help her in the end. For a moment, Ilea's faith in the gods was shaken a little bit.

When I needed help the most, what on earth were those superior gods in the Kingdom of God doing? Did you listen carefully to my prayer? If so, why was it indifferent?

The girl thought, full of disappointment.

Please, no matter who it is, please respond to me, just once. I will repay him twice as much in the future, build a big temple for him, and believe in him unconditionally~

The girl prayed feebly in her heart, like a drowning man waving his hands desperately, trying to grasp the last straw.

Then she heard a somewhat familiar voice coming from the crowd.

"some."

"What?"

"We have evidence." Li Yu said.