The night was low, and the silver moon was high in the sky.
Viscounts Fiin, who had been traveling all the way, finally arrived at Silvermoon City again.
The residents of the city had long been immersed in their dreams. The streets paved with bluestones were empty. Other than the night squad patrolling back and forth, there was no one else to be seen.
"Go to Half Elven Palace," Viscounts Fiin instructed the coachman in a tired voice.
The coachman said with some embarrassment, "Sir, it's already so late. I'm afraid it's rude to go to the palace …"
Viscounts Fiin lifted the curtain and asked coldly, "Are you questioning my orders?"
"No, no!" The coachman was so scared that he shrank his head and hurriedly drove the carriage in the direction of Half Elven Palace.
Not long after, the carriage arrived in front of the palace gate.
This was Viscounts Fiin's third visit to Silvermoon City, so the guards at the palace gate naturally recognized him. After careful inspection, they opened the palace gate and let the carriage into the palace.
"May I ask if Earl Angele is resting? If not, I would like to pay my respects to him. "
"Wait a moment, I'll help you ask."
"Okay."
After waiting for a while, the attendant returned with a piece of news that Viscounts Fiin did not want to hear:
"I'm sorry, Earl Angele has already fallen asleep. I'll take you to the guest room to rest first. I'll help you inform him tomorrow. "
"Okay."
Viscounts Fiin had no choice but to follow the attendant to his residence.
The reason why he was in such a hurry to see Colin was that he wanted to finalize the redemption plan for Marquis Vincent as soon as possible. This way, the Earl Of Avon's plan could be implemented as soon as possible.
Otherwise, once Emperor Reinhardt's war order reached the Eastern Region, they would never be able to use force against Silvermoon City again. Otherwise, they would become the public enemy of the nobles of the empire.
Therefore, the Eastern Region was in a race against time.
"Sir Viscounts, you can rest here tonight."
"Okay."
Viscounts Fiin sent the attendant away, threw his luggage on the coffee table, took off his coat, and lay on the bed.
Although Viscounts Fiennes was already exhausted on the way to Silvermoon City, he was not sleepy at all at this moment.
After tossing and turning several times, he still couldn't fall asleep. He simply got up and walked to the window, staring at the shadowy courtyard, lost in thought.
The pale, cold moonlight enveloped the Half Elven Palace. As the night wind blew, the shadows in the flowers swayed incessantly, like ghosts baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.
For some reason, Viscounts Fiennes felt a little uneasy.
As a trusted aide of the Earl Of Avon, he certainly knew the contents of the Eastern Region's revenge plan.
In his opinion, the plan made by the Earl Of Avon was perfect, and it would definitely surprise the half-elves and Count Angele.
However, at this moment, Fiendish Viscounts suddenly felt that he seemed to have overlooked some important information.
With his hands on the beautifully carved window frame and staring at the dark and quiet night, Viscounts Fiin felt as if he was in an uninhabited wilderness shrouded in fog. He could not see the direction he was going, but there were shadows closing in on him step by step. Anxiety and hesitation surged in his heart uncontrollably.
Viscounts Fiin shook his head and told himself not to think too much. The Earl Of Avon's plan would not go wrong. What he needed to do now was to see Colin Angele as soon as possible and set a redemption plan. Then, he could let the Eastern Region's fleet enter the Crystal River smoothly and reach Silvermoon City.
After closing the window, Viscounts Fiin returned to the bed and forced himself to close his eyes.
However, as soon as he closed his eyes, the worry and anxiety that he had forcefully suppressed emerged again.
After tossing and turning for a long time, he still could not fall asleep. Viscounts Fiin got up again.
This time, he did not stare at the dark courtyard and let his imagination run wild. Instead, he put on his clothes and strode out of the room.
"Come with me to the palace."
Fiin woke up the attendant and coachman who were sleeping next door and ordered.
The coachman barely opened his sleepy eyes. He kept cursing the damned noble in his heart for being so nosy. However, he did not dare to disobey the order. He could only force himself to pull the carriage over, carry Viscounts Fiin, and drive towards the palace gate again.
When the guard at the palace gate saw Viscounts Fiin again, he was also confused. "Lord Viscounts, it's so late. Are you still going out of the palace?"
"Yes, I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to visit a friend."
The guard nodded and did not make things difficult for Viscounts Fiin. He immediately let him go.
After leaving the palace, the carriage went all the way west.
Viscounts Fiin lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked at the quiet street in a daze.
Suddenly, another patrol team appeared at the corner of the street. When they saw the badge on the carriage clearly, they did not dare to go forward and ask further.
However, Viscounts Fiin looked at the figure of this patrol team and suddenly realized that he had overlooked something!
Blood Cavalry!
Where was the Blood Cavalry?
Only then did he notice that from the moment he entered Silvermoon City this time, he had not seen the Blood Cavalry again. Whether it was the guards at the city gate, the patrol team on the streets, or the guards at the palace, they were all half-elven Silvermoon Guard!
It seemed to be a matter of course that the Silvermoon Guard guarded Silvermoon City.
However, Viscounts Fiin felt a wave of panic because of this.
Why did he not see the Blood Cavalry?
"Speed up!" Viscounts Fiin could not help but urge.
"Okay!"
The coachman hurriedly waved his whip. The carriage sped up all the way and soon arrived in front of a luxurious villa in the business district.
Without waiting for the attendant to report, Viscounts Fiin jumped out of the carriage and strode inside.
The guards of the villa obviously knew Viscounts Fiin and did not dare to stop him at all.
After a few steps, the butler hurriedly ran over and said with an apologetic smile, "Lord Viscounts, it's so late. Master has already fallen asleep. Why don't I get someone to serve you and rest first? Tomorrow morning, I'll inform master and let him see you …"
Viscount Fiin completely ignored the butler and strode in the direction of the dormitory.
The butler's forehead was sweating and he repeatedly advised, "Lord Viscounts, Lord Viscounts! Master has really fallen asleep … "
Bang!
Viscounts Fiin kicked open the door of the dormitory.
"Ah!!!!"
The two men's screams immediately sounded in the room, followed by Javier's exasperated scolding,
"Who is it! Who is it … Fiin, Fiin Viscounts! Why are you here … "
After seeing the face of Viscounts Fiin clearly, the half-elven merchant's scolding was immediately stuck in his throat.
Soon, he reacted and hurriedly said with a flattering smile, "Lord, if you like this half-elven manservant, then I'll avoid him first. Please, please …"
Viscounts Fiin ignored Javier's good intentions and coldly ordered the manservant who was curled up at the foot of the bed, "Get out!"
"Yes!"
After the half-elven manservant left, Viscounts Fiin looked at Javier, who was shrinking his head, and asked anxiously,
"What about the Blood Cavalry? And what about Colin Angelo? Are they still in Silvermoon City? "
Javier looked at the unfriendly Viscounts Fiin and stammered, "They … they don't seem to be here …"
Viscounts Fiin grabbed Javier's collar and growled, "What do you mean by 'seem to be'? Are they here or not? "
"I really don't know! Viscounts, I only heard that late at night five days ago, the city gate was wide open. It seemed that a large number of cavalry troops left Silvermoon City, but I don't know if they were the Blood Cavalry. However, since then, I haven't seen the Blood Cavalry in the city … "
Viscounts Fiin felt a chill envelop his entire body. Then, he was filled with anger and roared again, "Why didn't you send me a letter earlier for such important information!"
Javier said aggrievedly, "Lord, I also wanted to send you a letter, but since then, Silvermoon City has been under martial law. The entire city is only allowed to enter and not to leave. Not to mention people, even a messenger pigeon can't fly out. How could I inform you?"
Viscounts Fiin's face twitched a few times. In the end, he threw Javier to the ground. Then, he still felt that he had not vented his anger, so he kicked him a few more times.
Javier howled exaggeratedly a few times, then shrank to the side and pretended to be invisible.
Viscounts Fiin paced anxiously in the room. After a moment, he suddenly stopped and asked again, "Where's the palace doctor? Where is he now? I want to see him! "
"He … he …"
"What happened to him?"
"He's gone …"
"Gone?" Viscounts Fiin rushed over angrily. Just as he was about to beat Javier up again, he saw the butler rushing over and helping him out,
"Lord Viscounts, a Silvermoon Guard is outside and wants to see you!"
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