"Prince Harrison, Princess Judy, Count Angele, welcome to the White Dew Castle!"
In front of the White Dew Castle, the Duchess, who was dressed to the nines, had an impeccable smile on her face as she welcomed the guests.
It was as if she had completely forgotten that this' guest 'had just led an army to attack the White Dew Castle and killed her husband.
Colin jumped off his horse and walked to the Duchess with a smile on his face.
"This is my first visit, so I didn't prepare any expensive gifts. I hope you don't mind."
Colin clapped his hands as he spoke, and the four guards behind him immediately carried a coffin forward.
It was needless to say whose body was in the coffin.
The atmosphere suddenly changed, and the air became so stagnant that it was almost suffocating.
The people of the House of Saint Prospero were spitting fire from their eyes. If looks could kill, then Colin would be riddled with holes by now.
Unfortunately, gazes couldn't kill people.
The people of the House of Saint Prospero could only rage helplessly.
The Duchess, on the other hand, had a calm expression, as if the body in the coffin was just a stranger's body.
"Count Angele, you're too kind. The House of Saint Prospero will definitely remember such a valuable gift."
Colin raised his eyebrows. For a moment, he didn't want to continue provoking her. Otherwise, it would feel like he was bullying a widow.
He glanced at the people behind the Duchess and asked in confusion.
"Why don't I see Marquis Vincent?"
"Vincent was severely injured and is still unconscious. That's why he couldn't come and greet you."
"Severely injured and unconscious?" Colin blinked his eyes. "I see … I want to visit the Marquis. Is it convenient for you?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the people of the House of Saint Prospero started breathing heavily. They obviously thought that Colin's hypocrisy was a provocation.
The Duchess' expression also became gloomy. She said coldly, "I'm sorry, Count Angele. I appreciate your kindness. However, it's not convenient for Vincent to see outsiders right now. When he recovers, it won't be too late to see you. "
After all, he was in someone else's territory. Colin didn't want to be too arrogant, so he nodded.
"Alright."
The Duchess turned to the side and extended her hand in an inviting gesture: "Please come in, three distinguished guests. We have already prepared a room for you. Please rest first. There will be a grand welcome banquet tonight."
Colin nodded and strode into White Dew Castle as if there was no one around while he faced the undisguised hostile gazes.
Prince Harrison and Princess Judy also followed.
Under the guidance of the maid, Colin walked into his room.
The overall architectural style of White Dew Castle was exquisite and elegant. The main body was built with carefully cut white glazed rock. The ground and walls were suffused with a faint layer of beige. Jadeite, rubies, and sapphires could be seen everywhere in the room. One could even see sparkling and translucent diamonds inlaid in conspicuous places.
There were many oil paintings of different styles and some animal head specimens hanging on the wall. Colin didn't have the ability to appreciate art, so he didn't pay attention to them after a glance.
"Sir, do you need me to help you bathe and change your clothes?" The young maid asked with a red face.
"No need. I'll do it myself. You can leave. "
After rejecting the maid's good intentions, Colin took off his armor and went to the bathroom alone.
Warm water had already been prepared in the bathtub, and there was a faint fragrance of jasmine. He didn't know where the House of Saint Prospero had gotten the jasmine flowers in the middle of winter.
Colin slowly sat in the bathtub and felt the warm water soak into every inch of his skin. He closed his eyes comfortably.
However, his mind didn't stop.
Colin definitely didn't believe the Duchess when she said that Marquis Vincent was seriously injured and unconscious.
After all, as a blood descendant he had transformed into, unless Marquis Vincent's head was chopped off, any kind of injury would only be a scratch to him.
How could he be seriously injured and unconscious?
He couldn't be pretending to be dead, right?
And he didn't even come out to welcome him when he arrived at White Dew Castle, hehe …
Colin had started to be vigilant when he saw the blood slaves voluntarily leaving food for their family in the small village outside of Linshui City.
If a blood slave without self-awareness would unconsciously feel pity for their family, then what about a blood descendant with self-awareness?
A blood descendant with self-awareness would be able to consider the pros and cons and weigh the pros and cons.
Then, when a blood descendant found that the benefits of betrayal were far greater than loyalty, would he still choose loyalty?
This was especially obvious with Marquis Vincent.
Marquis Vincent obeyed Colin's words before, perhaps because he was a blood descendant, but perhaps because he needed Colin's help at that time.
Without Colin, he would only be a pitiful worm abandoned by his father and framed by his younger brother.
But now, Colin had already helped him clear all obstacles, and the position of Duke of the Eastern Region was within his reach. Would Vincent still be willing to be Colin's servant and harm his own interests for him?
Colin felt that it was unlikely.
However, what was Marquis Vincent planning to do now?
Was he going to pretend to be dead and deliberately not cooperate with Colin's next move? Was he going to wait until the Blood Cavalry had no choice but to withdraw from the Eastern Region because of the war order before he came out to succeed the position of Duke of the Eastern Region?
Or was this guy already planning a more vicious plan to get rid of him once and for all and regain his freedom?
The more Colin thought about it, the more he felt that the latter was more likely.
The corners of his mouth gradually drew an arc, as if he felt that the current situation was very interesting, and even began to look forward to Marquis Vincent's next performance.
But at this moment, Colin suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood.
He suddenly opened his eyes and looked around, but found nothing unusual in the bathroom.
But Colin's vigilance did not weaken at all. After all, he had just guessed that Marquis Vincent might bite back.
Could this be a trap that he had set for him?
Thinking of this, Colin stood up from the bathtub, wiped the water droplets on his body with a bath towel, and put on his clothes again.
Then, he began to carefully identify the source of the smell of blood.
But then, Colin found that the smell of blood was somewhat familiar, as if he had smelled it somewhere before.
Walking into the bedroom, the smell of blood gradually became stronger.
And Colin finally remembered that this was clearly the smell he had smelled in the underground blood pool in the Floral City!
In the Schurz Family's Swan Castle, there was also this smell!
So …
"Earl Angele."
A deep and familiar voice sounded behind him.
Colin's body stiffened, and the expression on his face became extremely complicated.
He slowly turned around and looked at the familiar face that had appeared behind him at some point in time. He pulled out a stiff smile and said, "I'm sorry.
"Should I call you Duke Of St. Hilde? Or Mr.? "
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