The living room suddenly quieted down.
Grace also suddenly froze, her bright and beautiful purple eyes filled with shock and fear.
Obviously, she did not expect Colin's request to be this.
"What? You don't dare? "
Colin withdrew his finger and did not hide his disappointment.
Grace smiled bitterly and said in a coquettish tone, "Earl, that is the son of the Duke of Saint Prospero!"
"You are worried about the revenge of the House of Saint Prospero?"
"Yes." Grace nodded without hesitation.
Colin smiled playfully and said, "But even if you don't kill the Earl Of Avon, the Duke of Saint Prospero will not let the Bruggen Family off."
Grace obviously misunderstood Colin's meaning and explained, "The Duke of Saint Prospero will not blame the Bruggen Family for the defeat of the Fire Velvet Army. Moreover, my father has already sacrificed himself heroically on the battlefield. He did not violate his oath."
"No, of course the Duke of Saint Prospero will not blame the Bruggen Family for the defeat of the Fire Velvet Army. But what if the Bruggen Family opens the gates of Fire Velvet City and surrenders to the Blood Cavalry?"
Colin then told Grace about the meeting he had with the president of the Iris Flower Chamber of Commerce at the city gates and what he had asked him to do.
Grace's eyes widened. She did not expect Colin to use such a method to slander the Bruggen Family.
However, she had no choice but to admit that such slanderous words were easier to believe.
After all, compared to the fantasy of the 50,000 Fire Velvet Army being wiped out by the 3,000 Blood Cavalry and the Fire Velvet City being conquered in an instant, it was more "reasonable" for the Bruggen Family to betray the Eastern Region and surrender to the Northern Frontier.
Grace was sure that when such a rumor reached the ears of the Duke of Saint Prospero, the Bruggen Family would not be as trusted as before, even if she continued to marry the Earl Of Avon.
The geographical location of Tinder City was too important. Even if there was only a sliver of possibility that the Bruggen family would betray them, the Duke of Saint Prospero would definitely take thunderous measures to eliminate this hidden danger.
When Colin saw Grace's complexion constantly changing, he knew that she had figured this out. He smiled and said, "How about it? Do you dare to kill the Earl Of Avon now? "
Grace fell into silence.
Colin wasn't in a hurry. He continued to savor the flower tea with a leisurely look on his face.
When the tea was finished, Grace finally opened her mouth.
"My Lord, I think a living Earl Of Avon would be more useful to you."
He still didn't dare to.
Of course, perhaps it was because he was unwilling.
Colin stared into Grace's eyes and asked, "Why?"
Grace poured another cup of scented tea for Colin. She deliberated for a moment before speaking.
She deliberated and said, "My Lord, forgive me for speaking bluntly. Although your Bloody Cavalry is invincible, there are too few of them. They can conquer but can't defend. And because the invasion of the Orcs is imminent, you can't mobilize the Northern Frontier Army to invade the Eastern Region.
So, you are destined to give up all the cities in the Eastern Region that you have conquered, right? "
Colin nodded and used his eyes to signal for Grace to continue.
Grace felt a little more confident as she continued, "But Your Lordship, if we return without any results, I'm sure you won't be willing. Especially a strategic place like Tinder City. Anyone who wants to get a share of the Eastern Region will not be willing to give it up easily.
So, my suggestion is that you can use the Earl Of Avon to form a puppet regime north of the Alxis Mountains.
The Bruggen Family will help you block the pass to the south of the Alxis Mountains. As for the lords of the Eastern Region north of the Alxis Mountains, I believe that after they hear that you have wiped out the Fire Velvet Army in one battle, they will certainly be terrified and will not dare to be enemies with the Blood Cavalry.
At this time, you can push out the Earl Of Avon, the direct descendant of the Paladin Family. Those lords will definitely follow the trend and pledge their loyalty to Evan.
In this way, you can control half of the Eastern Region by controlling the Earl Of Avon! "
Colin smiled faintly and said, "Sounds good. But, there is a problem. "
"What problem?"
"I don't trust Evan. This kid has too many ideas and is not easy to control."
Glace hurriedly said, "I can help you! You can leave Evan in Tinder City and 3,000 Bloody Cavalry. I can assure you that the House of Saint Prospero will not be able to reach the north of the Alxis Mountains! "
Colin still shook his head, "But I don't trust you either!"
"Why?" Grace pouted her rosy lips and said unwillingly, "You can trust the half-elf queen, why can't you trust me? I can do what she can do! "
With that, the girl gritted her teeth and sat on Colin's lap. She put her hands on Colin's chest and put on a very charming posture.
Colin's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously reached out to hold the girl's slender waist.
Feeling the warm and fragrant breath and the burning eyes, Colin's heart could not help but beat faster.
However, Grace's slightly stiff body still revealed the restlessness in her heart. This was probably the first time such an intimate body contact had happened to this young girl.
Colin smiled faintly, his hands gently patting the girl's waist to help her relax, but the words that came out of his mouth were merciless.
"How do you expect me to trust a person whose father I just killed?"
Grace's body, which had just relaxed a little, stiffened again.
That's right.
The hatred of killing one's father was irreconcilable.
Grace bit her red lips so hard that they were almost dripping blood. She looked at Colin with eyes full of resentment.
It was as if she was blaming Colin for revealing the bloody truth so heartlessly.
"Then what do I have to do for you to trust me?" Grace's voice had a hint of sobbing.
Colin hugged the sorrowful girl in his arms, but his heart was as firm as stone.
Of course, he would not be so easily fooled by her appearance. Until now, he still did not know what this daughter of Count Brugen was planning.
But no matter how she acted, Colin would not trust her as long as she did not show any proof of her allegiance.
"Didn't I already say? As long as you kill the Earl Of Avon, I can trust you. "Colin reached out and caressed the girl's white and delicate neck.
"I don't dare to kill someone from the House of Saint Prospero!" Grace mistakenly thought that she still had room to bargain, so she pressed her body against his.
But in reality, Colin was only hesitating on whether or not to turn Grace into a blood kin.
The scene in the village near Linshui City reminded Colin that even a blood kin might not be completely loyal.
He was still observing the performance of the other blood kin, Marquis Vincent. He hoped to see if Marquis Vincent would still be absolutely loyal to him in a situation where there was a serious conflict of interest.
Before coming to a conclusion, Colin did not want to create another unstable factor.
Of course, if Grace was willing to kill the Earl Of Avon, then Colin would definitely trust her.
Because at that time, what would prevent Grace from betraying him would not only be the fetters of the blood kin, but also the collusion of interests.
Grace looked at Colin's eyes, which were gradually turning cold, and the hope in her heart was gradually extinguished. She steeled her heart and pressed her tender red lips against his.
Colin did not dodge.
But just as he was savoring the girl's youthfulness and fragrance, a light cough came from outside the living room.
"Scram!"
The messenger outside the door was so frightened that he trembled. He immediately knew that he had come at the wrong time, but when he thought of the importance of this news, he still reported in a loud voice.
"Sir Count, Saint Prospero Evan has been rescued!"
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