With such a coffin placed in front of the castle, the atmosphere seemed to be right again.
Colin revealed a satisfied smile and teased, "Viscounts Grimm, do you still want to welcome my arrival?"
Viscounts Grimm's face turned pale.
At this time, the Brugen Family's welcoming posture seemed very awkward.
Looking at the Viscounts Grimm who clenched his fists, as if he couldn't help but rush over to fight him in the next second, Colin didn't make any defensive posture. Instead, he turned over and dismounted from his horse, slowly walking over to the other party, as if he wanted to present such an opportunity for revenge to the Viscounts Grimm.
Viscounts Grimm began to tremble, not knowing whether it was because of anger or fear.
Looking at the enemy who killed his father standing in front of him without any defense, as if he could avenge his father as long as he pulled out his sword and stabbed forward.
Viscounts Grimm trembled for a long time, but he still didn't pull out his sword.
He didn't dare.
Colin curled his lips in disdain. Just as he was feeling extremely bored, he suddenly heard a crisp voice.
"Since Count Angele has come to Tinder City, then he is a guest of the Brugen Family, of course we have to welcome him."
Colin raised his eyebrows, his gaze went past the Viscounts Grimm in front of him, and saw a beautiful girl walking out of the Brugen Family.
She was wearing a light green tunic dress, her chestnut-brown hair draped over her smooth shoulders. She was tall and well-proportioned, her delicate facial features still had a hint of youthfulness, but she had a unique charm that was unforgettable.
The girl elegantly lifted the hem of her dress, curtsied, and extended her slender hand in front of Colin.
She wanted Colin to kiss her hand as a greeting.
She really treated him as a visiting guest.
Colin gazed at the girl's bright purple eyes with great interest, and said with a smile, "If I'm not wrong, you should be the daughter of Count Brugen, Miss Grace, right?"
"Yes." Grace nodded, her small hand still in front of Colin, as if she wanted him to complete this etiquette.
"I just killed your father." Colin "kindly" reminded her.
A trace of sadness flashed through Grace's eyes, but she immediately spoke with a resolute expression.
"Dying on the battlefield is the fate of all knights, including my father. It is also an honor that they strive for. The Brugen family will not hold any grudges against you because of this."
Colin laughed heartily, a look of admiration on his face.
Compared to the Grimm Viscounts, who had neither the guts to take revenge nor the ability to hide his anger, Count Bruggan's daughter was much more interesting.
Thus, in a very gentlemanly manner, he lifted Grace's slender hand and gently kissed her fingers, saying, "Miss Grace, may your youth last forever and your beauty last forever."
When Colin leaned over, he immediately exposed his back to Viscount Grimm without any precaution.
Viscounts Green's hands trembled even more violently.
But even after Colin finished kissing his hand, he still didn't move.
Grace shot a glance at her brother. It was hard to tell whether her gaze was filled with disappointment or joy.
"Sir Count, please move to the living room and taste the flower tea that I personally brewed."
Colin took a deep look at the girl. As if suddenly remembering something, he smiled and said, "Oh right, I heard that you are already engaged to the Earl Of Avon?"
"Yes."
"Your fiancé is now my captive. Do you want to see him?"
"He's gone." Grace said indifferently. Her tone was as if she was discussing a stranger that had nothing to do with her.
Then, her delicate face once again bloomed with a charming smile, saying, "Moreover, only the victor has the right to drink the flower tea that I personally brewed."
Colin laughed and said, "Then I must taste Miss Grace's flower tea!"
After saying that, he didn't let the Blood Cavalry enter the castle to enforce martial law. Instead, he walked in openly.
Grace looked at Colin's valiant and heroic back. Her eyes flashed with an indecipherable light.
After hesitating for a moment, she finally stepped forward to catch up with him. Naturally, she reached out and held Colin's right arm. She smiled sweetly and said, "Sir Count, I'll lead the way for you."
Feeling the warm touch on his arm, Colin's heart swayed.
Turning his head, Colin just happened to see the shyness on the girl's cheeks.
It was extremely moving.
Seeing this scene, Viscounts Green's face turned red. Even the acne on the tip of his nose became bright.
However, he was just angry and didn't do anything to stop it.
Until Colin and his sister's figure gradually went away, Viscounts Green suppressed the anger and fear in his heart. He shouted at the servants:
"What are you doing? Quickly carry father's body inside! "
…
The bright and beautiful afternoon sun passed through the castle's windows and slanted on the spotless oak floor. The spacious living room was plated with a layer of light gold.
More than ten fragrant candles were quietly burning. On top of each cluster of flames, there was a silver disc. The amber on the disc was slowly melting under the temperature of the flames. Wisps of fresh and elegant fragrance gradually filled the air.
In the center of the living room, Colin was sitting in a relaxed position on the water lizard leather sofa. He was quietly admiring the girl who was making the flower tea for him.
With a focused expression, the girl of the Bruggen family exuded an indescribable temperament.
It was like the ice and snow on the peak of Alcis. Pure and beautiful, but also a thousand miles away.
"Sir Count, your flower tea." Grace put the tray on the table. Her fair little hand picked up a cup of emerald green flower tea.
However, she didn't directly hand the cup to Colin. Instead, she brought it to her mouth and took a sip. Then, she brought it to Colin.
Looking at the bright red lipstick mark on the silver teacup, Colin smiled. He reached out to take it and brought it to his mouth.
Whether it was intentional or not, Colin's lips just happened to touch the spot where the lipstick mark was.
The moment he took a sip, there was a faint bitterness. Then, there was a light and pleasant fragrance that penetrated his heart and spleen. His body felt refreshed both inside and outside.
Putting down the teacup, Colin saw that the face of the girl in front of him was already flushed with shyness.
However, the words that came out of her mouth were poles apart from her harmless appearance.
"Sir Count, aren't you worried that the tea is poisoned?"
Colin's expression didn't change. He chuckled and said, "Didn't you drink it first?"
"But I might have already taken the antidote." Grace winked playfully, trying to find a trace of fear on Colin's face.
Unfortunately, she was disappointed.
This Count of the Northern Frontier really seemed to be fearless.
"If I can return to the Lord's embrace with Miss Grace, then the journey won't be lonely."
Seemingly provoked by such explicit words, the blush on Grace's face became even more obvious. She snorted and said angrily.
"Sir Count, now I finally understand why the half-elf queen is willing to be your lover and even give birth to a daughter for you."
Colin drank another mouthful of flower tea. He looked at the girl in front of him with a smile and said, "What? Do you want to learn from her? "
Grace coquettishly glanced at Colin. In that instant, she revealed a flirtatious expression. Like a blooming snow lotus, she was elegant and peerless, yet extremely charming.
Colin was an experienced driver, so of course, he understood the meaning of the girl's gaze. He chuckled and continued speaking.
"As long as you do one thing, you can become my lover."
Grace also seemed to understand Colin's meaning. She shyly lowered her head and softly said.
"What is it?"
Colin stretched out his index finger and hooked the girl's chin, turning her gaze back to him.
"I want you to kill your fiancé, Earl Of Avon!"
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