It was 9 am when Viscount Little arrived at the slum area of Lower Seventh Ring.
The believers of the Mist in the slum area had started their busy day.
Although they had enough supplies and didn't need to go to work, cleaning up the ruins, cremating the bodies, and building the fortifications required a lot of manpower.
Fortunately, the winter in the Northern Land had always been cold, so they didn't have to worry about the rotting bodies and the plague that followed.
However, out of worry for their friends and family, the people still tried their best to finish everything as soon as possible.
Therefore, when Viscount Reedral arrived, what he saw was an extremely busy scene.
Of course, there were also sentries.
The heir to the throne of Aïtantin and the heir to Snake school were the same person.
The heir to Snake school had a close relationship with the Mist religious sect, to the point that the guards who were supposed to 'monitor' the situation became a real protection.
Plus the patrols and sentries from the believers of the Mist religious sect, the defense of the slum area wasn't weak at all.
As a fake general, Little instinctively evaluated how he could break into the slum area in the shortest time and at the lowest cost if he was the enemy.
His slightly invasive gaze was soon noticed.
"Hey, you better keep your eyes off me."
A young man as strong as a brown bear quietly appeared beside Little's wagon with a huge double-edged battle axe on his shoulder.
When the young man spoke, Little only noticed his arrival in shock. His eyes shrunk right away.
He started to size up the young man.
When he saw the young man's face, he quickly knew who he was.
Rogart!
One of the backbones of the Mist religious sect.
"His own strength combined with the Mist's divine spells?"
Viscount Little wondered in his heart while his face showed a friendly smile.
"Good day, I'm Viscount Little. May I know if Bishop Simon is around?"
The viscount who already looked like a fox because of his long and narrow eyes looked even more like a fox now, but his hooked nose was even more obvious, as if he was a fox with an eagle beak.
Rogart frowned when he saw the viscount's strange appearance.
The young man did not like foxes. When he was young, the things he hunted were always stolen by these bad things. Even if they were hidden in trees, the ropes would be bitten off.
So, the young man said bluntly.
"The bishop is not here."
Viscount Little was not angry at all in the face of the harsh tone.
"What about Sir Sivalka?"
He laughed.
"What do you want?"
The question of contact caused the young man to be vigilant.
"Don't worry, I mean no harm."
"Although my reputation isn't good, it isn't bad either."
"Similarly, no one can impersonate me. The soldiers behind you can prove my identity."
Viscount Little walked towards the carriage and pointed at the Aïtantin soldiers not far away.
Rogart frowned as he watched the soldiers salute Little from afar.
It wasn't that he was suspicious.
Following the news of Lord Corin's identity as the heir to the royal family, the soldiers here could almost be seen as one of their own, and there was no need to suspect anything.
He frowned because of the person in front of him.
He knew about Viscount Little's reputation.
Before they arrived, the respectable baroness did her best to inform them about the people they had to pay attention to in Aïtantin Castle.
Among them, the viscount's name was on the list.
Of course, more importantly, it was Sivalka's reminder.
'Beware of the orthodox party, they might be up to no good!'
Sivalka told the young man what happened to him and the usual methods of the orthodox party. It would be an exaggeration to say that they were unscrupulous, after all, they still had to protect the nobles' reputation.
But to say that they had morals and followed the Knight's rules?
It would be a joke.
Not even a ghost would believe it.
The young man really wanted to chase the viscount away.
However, when he thought of the bishop's order before he left, he didn't do so.
"Wait a moment."
The young man said in a cold and hard tone before he turned around and walked into the camp.
Inside the camp that was getting more and more complete, Sivalka was changing Ellie's frostbite medicine.
"You are recovering well!"
Sivalka couldn't hold back his smile when he saw the bruises on her hand had mostly disappeared. In order to help Ellie recover better, he bought the most expensive frostbite medicine.
Now, it seemed like it was the right choice.
"She will recover in two to three days."
"Ellie, don't touch cold water for the next two days."
Sivalka reminded her.
"But I have to help everyone with their work!
I don't have the strength to clean up the ruins, but I can wash the dishes, boil water, as long as I don't touch cold water … "
Ellie's little face showed that she was in a difficult position.
Sivalka's eyes were filled with pity and love.
If he had a daughter, he would never let her do this kind of work.
No!
He already had a daughter.
But if his daughter wanted to do this …
As a father, he had to support her unconditionally, even if it meant shedding tears.
"Then, Ellie, be careful."
"I'll go to the market and buy you a pair of gloves."
"The kind that can touch water."
Sivalka touched Ellie's head.
"But mom said I can't just have someone else …"
"I'm not someone else!"
"It's Ellie who saved me, you are my savior!"
"It's my duty to repay Ellie."
Sivalka said with a smile. He then pointed further away and said, "Ellie, go help them, everyone is waiting for you."
"Okay."
The little girl nodded, flashed a smile at Sivalka, and ran over with quick steps.
Looking at his daughter's disappearing figure, Sivalka turned around and looked at Rogart.
"What happened?"
Sivalka asked.
"What a good kid!"
The young man praised. Then, he started to face an old father's suspicious, vigilant, and hostile gaze.
"What are you doing?"
Sivalka clenched his teeth and asked in a heavy tone.
"Don't misunderstand!
I'm just praising you!
Besides, Sivalka, you are too nervous, not everyone … "
"A male pig in heat should be castrated."
Sivalka interrupted Rogart's words and said coldly.
Looking at how serious Sivalka was, the young man felt sorry for those boys who might catch Ellie's eye. One needed to know it would be very difficult to pass Sivalka's test.
But it was none of his business.
"It's the conservative party.
That Little Viscount is here himself. "
The young man wisely went back to the main topic.
"It's expected."
Sivalka then walked out of the camp.
When he knew the heir of Aïtantin Castle and Snake school was a single person, he knew the conservative party would not sit still.
He was well aware of how the nobles behaved.
"What should we do?"
The young man asked.
"Leave it to me.
Lord Bishop has told me the general direction of our operation.
As for the rest, I'll fill in the gaps. "
Sivalka said.
The young man went quiet.
Firstly, his love and respect for Bishop Simon made him listen to Simon's orders.
Secondly, the young man guessed it was a test the bishop gave to Sivalka.
Although Sivalka had stated that he wanted to join the Mist religious sect, his identity was troublesome. Back then, the bishop didn't reject or agree.
It was obvious that he was waiting for Sivalka to pass the test.
Therefore, the young man fell a step behind. He went from walking side by side to following Sivalka.
He had to observe the whole process.
At the same time, he had to protect Sivalka.
That noble might look annoying but he was also very strong.
Without the blessing from His Majesty, Rogart would not be a match for him.
But with the blessing from His Majesty?
He could strangle him with one hand.
Sivalka didn't say anything when he saw the changes in Rogart.
It was reasonable.
If he wanted to safely enter the embrace of the Mist religious sect from the War Shrine, he had to display his capabilities. Otherwise, what right did he have to be protected?
If it was during normal times, he would just move to the border and live his life in hiding.
But with Ellie?
He had to go all out.
…
Viscount Little who was standing outside the camp suddenly felt a little cold.
The conservative noble couldn't help but shake his head as he looked up at the bright sunlight.
The winter in the Northern Land was scary.
Even Castle Aïtantin was no exception.
He was used to spending the winter in the south and he started to feel unaccustomed to the winter in the north.
What a goddamn new order!
Once he thought about the new order from His Majesty, the noble couldn't help but frown.
One needed to know, from the moment he came to the south to spend the winter, he had invested half of his wealth into the warm place. Farms, mines, handicrafts, everything was something he was willing to do.
Not only him, but Valentin as well.
Even the middle and small nobles behind them shared the same thought.
Once the war broke out in the south …
He could already imagine what would happen to their investments.
Therefore, the new order wasn't just about the nobles' glory and land, it was related to the survival of each and every one of their families.
These were …
They couldn't give in!
In an instant, Viscount Reedral's gaze turned sharp and sharp.
However, at the next moment, his eyes turned into a smiling face.
He saw Rogart who returned and Sivalka who appeared in his sight.
"Good morning, Sir Sivalka."
Viscount Little stepped up to greet Kieran as a sign of his sincerity.
Sivalka wasn't surprised or surprised, he acted like he saw a common friend. He walked over and said with a smile, "Good morning, Lord Viscount."
"I'm really sorry, Sir Sivalka.
"What happened yesterday has caused you to have an unnecessary misunderstanding."
I came with sincerity today. "
Viscount Lisle pointed at the wagon.
The wagoner quickly opened the door.
Right away, Sivalka and Rogart squinted their eyes.
A golden brilliance shone over both of them.
After a while, both of them returned to normal.
Sivalka didn't even have to count, a single glance at the box told him there were 2,000 Gold Purton inside.
Among the nobles, the boxes that contained Gold Purton had to be sturdy and of high quality, and the size was constant as well.
It seemed like it was the only way to show the difference between them.
Faced with 2,000 Gold Purton, if it was before he met Ellie, Sivalka would surely be moved.
But now?
It wasn't enough.
It wasn't just Bishop Simon's mission.
And …
He wanted to raise a daughter!
That would cost a lot of money!
As for Rogart?
He didn't even spare a glance at him.
Even when the golden brilliance shone, the young man was holding his axe tightly, worried that someone would attack him.
When the wagoner was guarding the door, Little Viscount Lisle had been observing the two of them. When he saw how unmoved the two of them were, the conservative noble's heart couldn't help but sink.
While scolding Valentin's men for not doing their job well, Viscount Lisle pointed at the wagon with a smile.
"Sir Sivalka, I've found two decent antiques, are you interested in appreciating them?"
Little Viscount Lisle asked.
"Of course.
"However, two is too little."
If there are more, it would be better. "
Sivalka nodded and strode towards the wagon without Viscount Little Viscount Lisle's invitation.
Bishop Simon's order was to 'slaughter the fat sheep'!
Then why should he be polite?
As long as he didn't make Viscount Lisle's heart ache, he would be a little brother.
Viscount Reedral watched as Sivalka walked to the wagon and sized up everything inside. The smile on his face didn't change but he was cursing in his heart.
Lisle's attitude had stated everything.
If he wanted to let yesterday's incident go, he would have to bleed a lot.
He didn't want to.
But he couldn't.
Because behind Lisle was a person they couldn't afford to offend at the moment.
The identity of Aïtantin, the heir of Snake school, was too scary.
Although they still had a backup plan …
It was better not to make a move.
It was best to hold the trump card in one's hand.
Once they made their move, there would be no turning back.
Lisle comforted himself in his heart.
However, what Sivalka said next almost made Little Viscount Lisle draw his sword and hack Lisle to death.
"This wagon is not bad.
The things inside are not bad as well.
Give me two more wagons like this and the things inside! "
Sivalka said in a light tone.
Although he really wanted to hack Sivalka to death, Little Viscount Lisle still tried his best to maintain his noble demeanor.
"Is that so?
Give me two more wagons?
"Okay, I'll have someone send it over at noon," Wang Yao said.
Little Viscount Lisle said with a smile.
Sivalka was obviously taken aback when he saw Viscount Reedral agreeing to it right away.
Damn it!
It's too little!
His heart was filled with regret, but it wasn't the right time to go back on his words.
Therefore, he could only nod his head in remorse.
Little Viscount Lisle saw the regret and regret on his face.
His hand was already on the hilt of his sword.
'I can't hack him to death!
I can't hack him to death!
I can't hack him to death! '
Little Viscount Lisle kept reminding himself to keep smiling, but his heart was bleeding.
As a hereditary noble family, Little Viscount Lisle's family was naturally wealthy, but after investing almost all of his wealth in the south, if he took out these things, he would really go bankrupt.
However, all he needed to do was temporarily stabilize the heir.
After that?
Little Viscount Lisle laughed coldly.
With that thought in mind, Little Viscount Lisle didn't want to stay any longer and wanted to board the wagon to leave.
At that moment, Rogart, who had been quiet, stood in front of the carriage door.
"This is ours."
The young man said righteously.
Little Viscount Lisle was speechless.
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