An unmarked and not luxurious carriage arrived at the entrance of the Diamond Empress Theatre in the night. Behind the window of this ordinary carriage, the curtains were lifted, revealing a plain but slightly pale face. Seeing this face, the doorman trotted over and whispered, "Young Master Parson, you're here."
It was the Count's third son, a great noble with the least sense of existence in Mountain City. Only at the Diamond Empress would there be regular patrons of the theater who recognized this noble young master who often appeared here. Parson smiled faintly, "Has Miss Ollie performed yet?"
"Not yet. There have to be two plays before Miss Ollie's solo."
"Just in time." Parson jumped out of the carriage, swayed his body to steady himself, and then took out a cluster of warm roses from the carriage. However, against the festive color of the red roses, Parson's face looked even more sickly. He coughed softly and handed the roses to the doorman, "Deliver them to Ollie for me."
He didn't forget to toss a gold coin to the doorman and walk towards the door.
The doorman nodded and bowed, pinching the gold coin and snorting, "Stingy."
If it was in the past, a gold coin would have been enough for him to enjoy for a few nights. But not long ago, another rich young master had rewarded him with a bag of gold coins. That bag of gold coins was enough for him to eat and drink for three years without worrying about it. In contrast, he naturally felt that Parson's reward was too petty.
The human heart was originally insufficient.
Of course, Parson didn't know what a little doorman was thinking, nor did he know that one of the three private rooms he had booked for many years had been privately opened by the doorman to another guest. Parson arrived at the experience box with ease. This box was in the middle, and the two on the left and right were empty. Apart from deceiving others, the most important thing was that he wasn't afraid of being known about his tryst with Ollie.
The box faced the theater stage below and Parson sat down. Soon after the two plays were over, the woman he fell in love with appeared on stage. Ollie came from a lowly background. She was delicate and beautiful, and her figure was beautiful. She could be considered a small pillar in the theater. There were many people who chased after her, but she was still able to remain independent and sing in the theater, instead of being kept as a mistress by some aristocrat. Parson had done a great job behind the scenes. If not for him, a noble young master, holding up a protective umbrella for this little woman, Ollie would have become a plaything long ago.
On the stage, Oli began to sing. Her voice was clear and graceful. When it was high, it sounded like a flying bird breaking through the curtain of rain. When it was low, it sounded like a ghost weeping and complaining. It was very touching. Parson closed his eyes and felt that he and Ollie were the only ones left in the world. Although the woman sang to the audience below the stage, to Parson, it was as if she was singing alone to herself.
He liked this woman very much, but it was a pity that his father had always opposed it. Fortunately, the count had not interfered with his private life. Otherwise, Parson would only feel that he had nothing to live for.
The song ended.
Not long after, Parson heard a knock on the door.
"Come in," he said.
Then a hot body threw itself into his embrace. Parson opened his eyes and squeezed his head desperately into Olga's soft, jade-like peaks. Olga hugged his head and moaned, "My lord …"
Parson panted heavily and casually pulled the curtain rope beside him. The two thick gauze curtains facing the stage were lowered, and the private room instantly turned into an independent small world. Parson threw Ollie into a chair. He tore off his coat, roughly opened the woman's legs, and buried his head deep between Ollie's legs. The woman immediately arched into a shrimp shape, her eyes blurry. Her nose buzzed, her small mouth slightly opened, and a string of beautiful sounds that didn't lose out to her singing came out of her throat.
Ollie could not become a plaything for others, but she was destined to become Parson's forbidden descendant. She didn't reject this herself. On the whole, Parsons were good and had a high status. The important thing was that as long as Parson still liked her, she would only be a plaything for Parson. However, if other big shots got their hands on him, he didn't know how many men he would have to serve. It wasn't uncommon for nobles to give each other playthings.
However, Young Master Parson was often unable to catch up, which made Ollie feel rather regretful.
Just like now, Young Master Parson entered her body. At first, he was incomparably brave. However, after two or three times, he handed over his gun and surrendered. Ollie didn't feel anything. Everything was over. The woman glanced at the useless man without a trace. Her eyes were filled with contempt and disdain, but she still smiled and said, "Every time Young Master Parson makes me unable to walk, you see how I'm going to go back later."
Parson smiled weakly, "There's no need to go back. Stay here with me tonight."
Ollie bit her lips and pretended to be shy, making Parson even more reluctant to let go of her. He propped himself up and slid his palm across Ollie's face, landing on the soft jade. He whispered in the woman's ear, "I'll eat you again later."
Ollie's face was filled with surprise. Three points were faked, and seven points came from the bottom of her heart. She giggled and said, "Young Master is so brave, but Ollie is your man anyway. You can eat slowly. There's no need to rush."
She knew Parson's body very well. She didn't mind if this young master wanted to fight again. But if anything happened, a little singer like her could not afford to bear the responsibility. Although she spoke tactfully, Parson was still unhappy. Just as he was about to reprimand him, he suddenly heard someone cough dryly.
This dry cough was like a thunderclap in the ears of the two of them.
Ollie shuddered and quickly put on her clothes. Parson shouted angrily, "Who is it?"
"Sorry to disturb the two of you. I originally wanted to wait patiently for the two of you to finish your good deeds and then have a good chat with Young Master Parson. I didn't expect Young Master Parson to be so brave, so I had to interrupt you two. " The man in the next room slowly said, "I took the liberty of disturbing Young Master Parson to remind you of the imminent disaster. Only I can save you. Whether you believe it or not, there will be a huge change in three days. You will know then. "
There was no sound from the private room.
Parson's expression changed. He ran to the next room and saw that it was already empty. He walked back gloomily and said to Ollie, "You must not reveal a single word you heard just now, understand?"
Ollie nodded desperately.
When Allen returned to the hotel, Spraiden sent someone to inform him that Remington was on his side. Allen smiled and asked Ante to stay at the hotel. He and Belmore took the carriage prepared by Spraiden to his residence.
At the merchant's house, Allen saw Remington. The note he left in Remington's pocket last night told him to come and find Spraiden if he wanted to cooperate. Remington did come, alone, full of sincerity.
Seeing Allen, Remington sneered, "You do have a lot of guts. Aren't you afraid that I'll pull the Mountain City Guards over to kill you if you expose your hiding place so easily?"
Allen smiled faintly and said, "If that's the case, it's only your loss. I just met your third brother, Parson. If you don't want to be my watchdog, I'll find Parson to do the same. Although he's just a sick dog, it won't be a problem for him to do it for two or three years. "
"You're Allen?" Remington narrowed his eyes and said, "Is that Saga too?"
"Looks like you know something too." Allen sat down generously and said, "Earl Rackett took good care of me while I was away from the territory. I'm going to return the favor this time. How about it, Young Master Remington? Rackett and Yopuni must die, but I don't have the energy to take care of such a large mountain city. You can take over the Earl's territory, just become my vassal. "
"How do I know if you have the ability to kill that old man and that Yopuni fellow?"
"Looks like you're not as brainless as you say." Allen said calmly, "It's very simple. I'll go to the City Lord's Mansion tomorrow night and cut off those two heads. You can just watch from the City Lord's Mansion. "
"Oh?" Remington crossed his fingers. "What about that guy Parson?"
"If you're willing to leave someone who's competing with you for the family property, then let him live. Otherwise, please do it yourself. Young Master Remington can't be thinking of doing a profitable business, can he, or can't he even deal with a patient? "Allen said softly.
Remington frowned. Allen's meaning was obvious. If he, Remington, wanted Mountain City, he would need to kill Parson with his own hands in exchange for Allen's trust in him. He nodded and said, "Alright, if you kill the old man and Yopuni, I'll personally take off Parson's head."
"Yes, after this is done, there will be other arrangements to help you take over Mountain City quickly. Wait for my notice."
After Remington left, Allen looked at Belmond and said, "Tomorrow night, when that man attacks Parson, you can save our Third Young Master. Remember, let him know that Remington wants to kill him before he can make a move. If you leave Parson as a chess piece, Mountain City will be in chaos in the future. "
"Young Master, don't forget that there is an outsider army in the barracks." Belmond reminded.
Allen nodded, "I know. That's what Spraiden and I are going to talk about next."
After staying at Spraiden's house for nearly an hour, Allen and the other two said goodbye and left. The night was as dark as ink, and the two of them did not ride in carriages. Instead, they walked on the streets of Mountain City. Late at night, Mountain City was much emptier. The two of them were each carrying a wine bottle. Belmond sighed, "Don't look at how calm it is now. Who knows that a great change will happen? But for these ordinary citizens, this turmoil will not have much of an impact on them. "
"But if Rackett is allowed to send troops, then the people of Mountain City will not have such a good life in the future." Allen shook the wine bottle and said, "Once the empire finds out that the outsider army has set off from here, even if Rackett can push it clean afterwards, the people living here will inevitably be affected." I can almost imagine that Rackett will eventually give up on Mountain City because he has almost dug it out. "That old fellow should be more interested in Ark Harbor. Ark Harbor does not have the rich mineral deposits of Mountain City, but its commercial potential is not comparable to that of a mountain city."
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