Although he had become a captive, Marquis Vincent's treatment was definitely different from other captives.
He wouldn't be locked up in a prison or a captive camp. Instead, he would live in the side hall of the Half-Elven Palace.
The side hall was heavily guarded, not only to prevent outsiders from entering, but also to prevent those inside from escaping.
Of course, he wouldn't be lacking in food and drink, and there were also young and beautiful half-elven maids serving him. If he deliberately forgot that he was a captive, Marquis Vincent would even feel like he was on vacation.
Perhaps it was because this wasn't the first time he had been captured, but Marquis Vincent's ability to adjust his mental state had greatly improved. This time, he wasn't as pained and resentful as before. He even maintained a calm mind and planned a plan to redeem himself.
He first wrote a letter to his father, the Duke of Saint Prospero, blaming his failure all on High Priestess Trisili's betrayal. He made it clear that if it weren't for this crazy woman's incomprehensible betrayal, he would have successfully caused Queen Aisha's death in childbirth, plunged Silvermoon City into endless chaos, and even forced Colin Angelo to leave the half-elven kingdom.
Of course, he also wrote down the price Colin proposed for his redemption. However, he also understood that the Duke of Saint Prospero wouldn't really give up a fleet in exchange for him. Therefore, he also suggested that his father send an eloquent messenger to Silvermoon City to discuss a ransom condition that both sides could accept.
After writing this letter, Marquis Vincent thought for a while and wrote another letter to Earl Hall.
Earl Hall was an old earl in the eastern region. His family was quite powerful, and his daughter was married to Marquis Vincent. Therefore, Marquis Vincent wanted to ask for his help.
After all, this time, the eastern region didn't have Marquis García as a bargaining chip.
If they wanted to redeem Marquis Vincent, they would have to pay a huge price.
Just as Colin had reminded him, Marquis Vincent was indeed worried that his father wouldn't be willing to pay a huge price to redeem him, or that his good younger brother would make things difficult for him.
However, Marquis Vincent wasn't too worried. After all, he was still the Marquis of the Eastern Region in name, and the first successor to the throne of the Eastern Region. For the sake of the House of Saint Prospero's reputation, his father wouldn't allow Marquis Vincent to be imprisoned in Silvermoon City.
Marquis Vincent also knew that his father already had the idea of replacing his successor. The engagement between his younger brother, the Earl Of Avon, and the daughter of the Paladin of the San Lorenzo Family, Prince Lexi, was a manifestation of this idea.
Unfortunately, things didn't go according to Marquis Vincent's wishes. Prince Lacy actually killed his own uncle – Consul Letom. This made Prince Lacy turn from a respected Paladin of the Empire to an evil traitor who was despised by everyone overnight.
This also caused the Earl Of Avon's threat to Marquis Vincent to be greatly reduced.
However, Marquis Vincent wouldn't let down his guard against his good younger brother, especially under such circumstances.
His failure in Silvermoon City gave the Earl Of Avon an excellent opportunity to turn things around. If the Earl Of Avon used this opportunity to prevent him from returning to the Eastern Region, or if he persuaded the Duke of Saint Prospero to remove Vincent's identity as the successor to lower the price he had to pay, then it would be no different from the end of the world for Vincent.
After writing the letter to Earl Hall, Marquis Vincent carefully considered it again before stuffing it into an envelope and sealing it with wax.
Then, he got up and walked out of the study, preparing to hand the two letters to his attendants to send to the Eastern Region. At this moment, Marquis Vincent suddenly noticed an old acquaintance walking into the courtyard under the escort of his guards.
"Duke Modewin?" Marquis Vincent smiled and greeted the other party. He guessed that the other party must have been captured and came here, and felt a sense of sympathy for him.
"Marquis Vincent!" Duke Modewin bowed respectfully to Marquis Vincent and lowered his head, as if he wasn't too happy to see Marquis Vincent.
Marquis Vincent knew the reason why Duke Modewin was a little cold. After all, Duke Modewin didn't intend to participate in this rebellion. It was only because his son Charlie was bewitched by someone that he had no choice but to join the rebellion.
Now that he had fallen to such a state, Duke Modewin naturally wouldn't be nice to see the mastermind of this rebellion.
After handing the two letters to his guards, Marquis Vincent pretended to be friendly and patted Duke Modewin's shoulder, smiling, "I didn't expect the two of us to become neighbors."
Duke Modewin forced a smile and nodded, but didn't reply.
"Why? Are you blaming me for dragging you into this? "
"I wouldn't dare …"
Marquis Vincent could tell that Duke Modewin was insincere, but he didn't care. He smiled and invited him, "Come, come sit in my house. Things aren't as bad as you think."
Duke Modewin didn't resist this time, and followed Marquis Vincent into the house.
Marquis Vincent personally poured a cup of coffee for Duke Modewin. This polite gesture seemed to have finally moved Duke Modewin, and he asked sincerely,
"Marquis Vincent, you just said that things aren't as bad as you think. Do you have any way to get the House of Medea out of its current misfortune?"
Marquis Vincent smiled faintly, and said in an extremely confident tone, "William, don't worry. Queen Aisha wouldn't dare to kill you. Her throne was given to her by you. If she killed you, wouldn't she be known as an ungrateful person?
The punishment for you this time is probably just a demotion in rank. "
Demotion in rank?
Only?
When Duke Modewin heard this, for some reason, he thought of his son and uncle that he had killed with his own hands. While his heart was bleeding, he didn't show it on his face. He just picked up the coffee, took a sip, and asked,
"Then do we still have a chance for revenge?"
"Of course!" Marquis Vincent laughed heartily, and seemed to be very satisfied with Duke Modewin's "drive". "This time, Aisha and Colin have forcefully suppressed the rebellion in the country, but they haven't resolved the most fundamental conflict.
Aisha still can't represent the interests of the half-elves. She's just a puppet supported by the Northern Frontier!
As long as this doesn't change, Silverymoon City will be a fertile land for rebellion. We just need a little guidance, and there will be another rebellion! "
Seeing Duke Modewin's eyes flashing, Marquis Vincent thought that he had understood his thoughts. He came in front of him, put his hand on his shoulder, and confided in him.
"William, in the eyes of the Eastern Region, only the House of Medea is the legitimate half-elven royal family. That Aisha Miller is just a puppet pushed up by the Northern Frontier!
Believe me, when we make a comeback in the future, we'll definitely help you to the half-elven throne! "
"Thank you for your trust!" Duke Modewin was so emotional that his face was flushed red. He quickly got up and bowed to Marquis Vincent.
Marquis Vincent laughed as he looked at Duke Modewin who bowed to him. He was pleased with himself. Just as he was about to say a few more words of encouragement, he suddenly felt a pain in his waist!
"You …"
Duke Modewin raised his head, and his face had already changed into a ferocious smile.
"Do you Eastern Region people think that you're the savior of the half-elves? Unfortunately, in my eyes, you're just a demon who completely destroyed our peaceful lives for your own selfish interests! "
"Bastard!" Marquis Vincent kicked Duke Modewin away, and then covered the wound on his waist. He rushed out of the room and roared, "Someone come quickly! William Modewin has gone mad! "
However, before the guards outside the hall could arrive, Marquis Vincent felt that a strong aura had locked onto him. It seemed that if he made any strange movements, a thunderous attack would be launched.
"Save …"
Before Marquis Vincent's cry for help, Duke Modewin rushed from behind and stabbed the dagger into his chest once again.
Seeing Marquis Vincent slowly fall to the ground, Duke Modewin raised the bloody dagger and laughed to the sky. He did not hide the joy of getting his revenge.
"This is your retribution!"
The guards outside the hall quickly rushed over, but before they could, Duke Modewin slit his own throat without any hesitation.
The guards looked at the tragic scene in front of them and were stunned for a moment.
Until someone woke up from his dream and roared:
"Quick! Quickly inform the Earl! "
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