"What did you say?!"
The Duke of Saint Prospero immediately let go of his wife and grabbed the butler's collar with a ferocious look on his face.
Under the Duke's ferocious gaze, the old butler had no choice but to explain in a trembling voice.
"My lord, according to Master Vincent's squire, when the young master rushed to the Hall family manor, he happened to meet a group of people from the Northern Frontier who were holding the Hall family members hostage and preparing to escape. The young master was so angry that he ordered the manor to be surrounded and then personally fought with the people from the Northern Frontier …
But in a moment of carelessness, the young master was actually killed by a person from the Northern Frontier wearing red armor … "
"People from the Northern Frontier?" The Duke of Saint Prospero dragged the butler to the edge of the balcony and pointed to the East City. "Look carefully, the Bloody Cavalry hasn't been able to break through the defense line of the Sky Horse Legion. How could they kill the Hall family and try to hold them hostage and escape?"
"My lord, I don't know either. Maybe it's a group of assassins from the Northern Frontier who secretly sneaked in, not Bloody Cavalry soldiers … "
"How many of them are there?"
"According to the report, there are about a few dozen people …"
"So few people, are you all stupid pigs?!"
The Duke of Saint Prospero angrily threw the butler to the ground and then rushed out like an angry bull.
The Duchess watched her husband's back gradually disappear at the end of the promenade. She then turned to the butler who was still huddled in the corner and asked,
"What about Molly and Eckart? Did they go back to the Hall family? "
The Molly mentioned by the Duchess was actually the wife of Marquis Vincent, and Eckart was the son of Marquis Vincent.
"No, my lady, they are still in White Dew Castle."
"Well, send someone to keep an eye on them and don't let them leave the castle."
"Yes."
After the butler left, the Duchess stood on the balcony and looked in the direction of the Hall family. She touched the bruise on her wrist that was just caused by her husband, and her expression became a little uncertain.
…
The Hall family.
The fierce battle had stopped. The number of assassins from the Northern Frontier who rushed in was not large, and they were quickly killed or subdued by the Sky Horse Legion who came to support.
But after achieving such a victory, none of the Eastern Army soldiers present could laugh.
Because Marquis Vincent was actually dead!
An extremely oppressive atmosphere enveloped the manor, as if it was the prelude to a storm.
Muffat's face was so gloomy that it looked like water could drip from it. He suppressed the anger and fear in his heart and asked the woman in front of him:
"Lady Felynn, how did these Northern Frontier people appear in the Hall Manor?"
Madam Felynn, the wife of Earl Hall and the current person in charge of the Hall family in White Dew City, forced herself to remain calm.
"Lord Muffat, how did these people from the Northern Frontier sneak into White Dew City? Shouldn't they be asking your Sky Horse Legion?"
The Knight of Muffat was not willing to take the blame, so he immediately sneered and asked:
"Madam Felynn, who do you think you can fool? Your Hall family has been colluding with the Northern Frontier for a long time. Earl Hall's actions in Alfalfa City are a blatant betrayal of the Eastern Army!
And this time, the Blood Cavalry rushed into White Dew City with your family's manor as their target. Hehe, isn't it obvious what they want to do? "
"I don't know what the people from the Northern Frontier want to do, but don't you dare slander the Hall family!"
"Then why did you bring your luggage?" The Knight of Muffat sneered: "It's so late, are you still planning to go out?"
Madam Felynn suddenly choked and was speechless.
The Knight of Muffat took the opportunity to threaten: "Madam Felynn, the Duke hasn't put you on trial yet because he wants to give the Hall family a chance to turn over a new leaf. So, don't try to quibble anymore. Tell me, did these people from the Northern Frontier get in touch with you long ago?"
Madam Felynn struggled for a while before she finally gritted her teeth and said: "Lord Muffat, do you know who told us to prepare to escape?"
"Who?"
"Marquis Vincent!"
"Marquis Vincent?" The Knight of Muffat didn't expect to get such an answer from Madam Felynn, but his first reaction was –
This woman was lying.
So, he snorted and said disdainfully: "Madam Felynn, it's not a smart choice to slander a knight who just died bravely."
"But this is the truth!" Madam Felynn insisted. "It was Marquis Vincent who asked Molly to inform us. He said that if we see knights in red armor, we should follow them!"
The Knight of Muffat stared into Madam Felynn's eyes, and she didn't flinch.
His intuition told him that Madam Felynn wasn't lying.
But if this was the truth, then didn't it mean that Marquis Vincent had long planned to help the Hall family escape?
That was too ridiculous!
And what was even more ridiculous was that Marquis Vincent died in the battle to prevent the Hall family from escaping …
The Knight of Muffat was speechless. How could he almost be deceived by such a contradictory and flawed lie?
"Madam Felynn, if you don't tell the truth, then don't blame me for being impolite …"
Before the Knight of Muffat could begin to take action against the stubborn Madam Felynn, a sudden greeting came from outside the manor:
"Your Grace!"
The Knight of Muffat's heart trembled. He no longer cared about Madam Felynn and immediately strode outside.
Before he could reach the entrance of the manor, he saw the Duke of Saint Prospero striding in.
"Your Grace!"
The Knight of Muffat immediately bowed, and then heard the low and hoarse voice of the Duke of Saint Prospero:
"Where is it?"
"It's in the hall." The Knight of Muffat hurriedly led the way.
He thought that the Duke of Saint Prospero would ask about the details, but he only walked forward in silence. He didn't even stop when he passed by Madam Felynn.
After entering the hall, the Duke of Saint Prospero found that his son's body had already been collected and placed in a crystal coffin.
He took a few steps forward and saw Vincent lying there peacefully. If it wasn't for the hideous wound on his chest, he would have thought that he was just sleeping.
Seeing the Duke of Saint Prospero standing in front of the coffin for a long time without saying anything, the Knight of Muffat hurriedly gave a look to the guards in the hall. He then took the lead and retreated, leaving the Duke of Saint Prospero and his son alone.
The whistling cold wind kept blowing into the hall, bringing with it the sounds of fighting in the distance.
The Duke of Saint Prospero stood alone in front of the coffin. He suddenly felt a heart-wrenching sorrow, as well as endless regret and self-blame.
You would only know how to cherish something after losing it.
Now that he was facing Vincent's body, the Duke of Saint Prospero finally realized that Vincent was actually his best successor.
Looking at Evan's recent performance, was he really better than Vincent?
Not to mention that naive and unreliable Anna.
At least when White Dew City was in danger, only his eldest son, Vincent, was still here, helping him formulate strategies to deal with the enemy, and even risking his life to fight …
The churning regret and hesitation gnawed at the Duke of Saint Prospero's heart like ants.
If he hadn't listened to the rumors and insisted on protecting his eldest son's inheritance, outsiders wouldn't have taken the opportunity to stir up chaos in the east, and he wouldn't have lost his beloved son.
In his grief, the Duke of Saint Prospero couldn't help but tear up.
In his blurred vision, the Duke of Saint Prospero seemed to have noticed that his son's body moved. He thought that he was hallucinating because of his grief, but in the next second, a sharp pain came from his chest.
The Duke of Saint Prospero's eyes widened. He saw his son, who was supposed to be dead, staring at him!
In his hand was a jet-black dagger.
The dagger pierced through the crystal coffin and into the Duke of Saint Prospero's chest!
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