In an era where communication was very underdeveloped, it would take a lot of manpower for any nobleman to keep their information up-to-date. In a situation where manpower was limited, how to balance the input of such resources became a subject of study for the noblemen.
From a common point of view, Francis should be called a wise nobleman.
In order to intercept Sally, he arranged most of his men to go to the seven or eight villages on the outskirts of Hollier, and at the same time, he rushed back to the Ducal Palace as fast as he could. As long as he arrived first, he could "wait" for his sister's arrival and comfortably grasp all the initiative to make all the necessary preparations.
Such a decision was not a problem in anyone's eyes. Anyone who rode on a horse on the plains would be patrolled by Francis's men. If it was through the forest, how could it outrun the warm-blooded horse he was riding?
Unless Sally could fly in the sky, Francis did not think that there was any way for Sally to bypass his surveillance and return to Hollier.
After making so many moves, Francis could be said to be very calm. So, at noon, when he appeared outside the city gate, he could not help but let out a sigh of relief and showed a relaxed smile.
Imagining his sister being thrown into the wilderness and running helplessly, Francis rode into the city with his head held high. Because of the speed of the journey these few days, the people who were supposed to be in charge of collecting information did not have time to report to him anything about Hollier. But Francis was not in a hurry. Noblemen should have the elegance of noblemen. He planned to listen to his men's report after returning to the mansion.
Of course, another important reason was …
Francis had never run such a long distance before. It was a little painful.
After riding for three days straight, his physical strength was severely depleted, and he almost couldn't hold on anymore. It could be said that he had suffered a lot. The inside of his thighs was abraded by the saddle, and the pain in his balls was so painful that the corner of his mouth twitched. But for the "elegance" of noblemen, Francis did not dare to choose to walk as soon as he entered the city. Because once he got off the horse, it was estimated that his walking posture would be as ridiculous as a turtle.
So the count straightened his back all the way back to the Ducal Palace. When the mansion gate behind him closed and the old butler, Alpha, came out to greet him, he let out a sigh of relief and climbed down from the horse's back stiffly.
"Whew …"
Letting out a sigh of relief, Francis raised his head and said to the old steward in a good mood, "Alpha, I don't want to ride a fast horse this time. It's so uncomfortable —"
"Heh, Young Master, your return time is much earlier than expected."
"Yeah, something happened. The border hasn't been peaceful recently. Sally and I went our separate ways. She's behind me, so she probably hasn't arrived yet. "
This was the reason that Francis had thought of a long time ago. When Francis said it, his expression was very natural. Butler Alpha's expression didn't change much. He just smiled and waved his hand to ask the servants to help the young count up. But after a few steps, just as Francis was about to return to the mansion, the butler suddenly said, "Is it … Young Master and Young Lady having a competition again?"
"Competition?"
Francis raised his eyebrows. Thinking back to the past when he and Sally were competing, perhaps Alpha still thought that Francis and Sally were "competing". But this reason seemed to be very logical, so Francis nodded and said, "You can say that. I'm afraid this time … she's going to lose."
The young count's smile was very confident and bright. But Alpha didn't say anything else. He just nodded, as if he always had the same expression. Then he turned around and went to arrange the knights.
With the help of the servant, Francis returned to his bedroom. The first thing he did was to take a hot bath. After venting his lust in the bathtub with the plump maid he had taken when he was 15 years old, Francis felt extremely good because of the stimulation of his body and he felt extremely comfortable.
Sally was going to die. The next thing he needed to do was to wait for his father to pass the title to him.
Francis wanted to laugh out loud, but his crotch was slightly pulled because of the excessive movement just now. This kind of pain made him very uncomfortable. So now he was lying on the bed with all four limbs spread out, and the maid carefully applied the ointment for him.
In his mind, all he could think about was the glorious scene after he took control of the territory.
As an old noble family, the Lucifron family's power network almost covered half of the empire. He had a group of aunts and uncles, all of whom were nobles who were lords of other territories. If he raised his army, the whole kingdom would tremble in fear of the powerful power of his family.
When he thought of how those arrogant royals would submit in front of him, the corner of Francis' mouth slightly curled up.
"Young Master, what makes you so happy?"
"There are a lot of happy things, such as your … it's a little bigger."
Francis was in a good mood. He reached out to pinch the maid's hand and teased her, which made her pout coquettishly. The maid's face made him want to vent his desire again. But after thinking that he still had things to do, he calmed down and got up to ask the servants to report the latest news.
"Young Master … don't you want to rest a little longer?"
"No, I want to see how long it will take for my sister to come back."
Francis replied casually. He reached out to adjust the collar of his white shirt, and his tone became calm again.
"Miss Sally?"
The maid got up from the bed and put on her dress again. She answered strangely, "Miss … didn't she come back?"
"She can't come back … Huh?"
Francis's expression suddenly froze. It seemed that after a few seconds, he realized that there was something wrong with the maid's words. His action of adjusting his sleeves stopped in mid-air. "You … What did you say? She came back? "
"Yesterday, Bishop Benjamin held a 'Rose Cross' Temple speech and blessing ceremony in the square. Miss Sally was announced as the new 'Candidate Priest'! Young Master, you just came back, I'm afraid you don't know? Miss, she … Young Master … Young Master? "
The maid who was talking suddenly noticed that Francis's expression seemed to be a little strange, and her voice became hesitant.
"You … You mean, Sally has become a 'Candidate Priest'? I … I mean … Did she attend the ceremony yesterday? "
Although Francis didn't believe that it was possible, he still wanted to confirm the news. To his relief, the maidservant shook her head.
That's right … The Rose Cross suddenly went crazy, Sally couldn't come back at all.
He thought in his heart.
"I didn't go to the scene, but I heard that Bishop Benjamin personally performed the blessing ceremony for Miss Sally. I think Miss … should have already returned."
The atmosphere in the bedroom suddenly froze for a moment.
As an Elementalist, Francis stood rooted to the ground as if he had been struck by lightning. The air was instantly filled with drifting magical elements. The maid standing at the side felt as if the young master in front of her was suddenly shrouded by a ball of hot flame.
Francis turned his head and blinked his eyes. Looking at the woman in front of him, he tilted his head slightly and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something. But after a few seconds, he couldn't say anything …
Sally didn't die …
Sally escaped …
Not only did she escape, but also rushed back to Hollier City before me …
Now, she actually became a "Candidate Priest"?!
Where's my cavalry? Where's the interception team? Where's the warning that I arranged along the way?!
As if a bucket of cold water was poured on his head, an unprecedented sense of frustration instantly enveloped Francis. Previously, his strategy of letting the Wolf Cavalry bring a bad feeling to Sally, now seemed to be completely used on him!
His brain tried to integrate the information, Francis reached out and grabbed the maid's wrist, asking in a low voice: "You mean … You only heard these things, and she didn't return to the Ducal Palace?"
"Yes … Yes, Young Master. It seems that Miss has been resting in the Rose Cross Monastery these days and didn't return to the mansion. "
The maid felt that her arm was about to be broken by him, and immediately answered Francis's question as fast as possible.
And this answer finally made Francis heave a sigh of relief — because he found that he … still had room to fight.
Although Sally entered the Holy Cathedral, she couldn't use the power of the Holy Cathedral to fight against him at present. In other words, Sally now had enough "defense" but not enough "offense".
But Francis was just the opposite, because he … still had the initiative!
After thinking about this, Francis suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. After relaxing his mind, he took a few steps back and sat back on the bed. This movement made him howl like a pig being slaughtered …
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