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"I'll summon the Grail Knights and interrogate Fiona and Matthew Bard. After that, I'll send the Prophet of the Lake Goddess to punish Bryon!" Morgiana said almost instinctively. She looked very angry and stood up to leave.
"Wait! Your Highness. "Laing saw that she was about to leave in a hurry and quickly grabbed her wrist.
The Chosen One was still a little weak. Being pulled by Morgiana, he was a little unsteady. The Lake Goddess quickly supported him and said, "Be careful. You haven't recovered yet. I'll take care of this."
"No, Your Highness, you have to understand one thing. First of all, eavesdropping cannot be used as evidence. Second of all, if we don't find the stolen goods, we can't convict Sir Theodoric. Whether the Nine Scrolls really existed or whether they were really lost in the Night of Blood, we still can't come to a conclusion. We can't act rashly." Leon hurriedly advised, "I overheard all this information, so I can't confirm whether it is true or not."
"Okay, I understand." Morgiana helped Laing to sit down. The Lake Goddess was also a smart person. She immediately understood what Laing meant.
Considering the political implications, the Lake Goddess witch could not rashly convict a duke. She also could not use the eavesdropping of Laing as evidence to force him to come out and confront Fiona. In terms of physical evidence, the Nine Scrolls were already lost. If Theodore refused to admit it, Morgiana could not forcibly detain and interrogate the duke. Although the Lake Goddess witch had great power, she could not ignore the rules set by the king, the nobles, and the Lake Goddess. This would arouse the disgust and resistance of almost all the dukes.
"Sir Theodore is still not a Grail Knight. He hasn't sworn allegiance to you." Laing shook his head in distress. "We still don't know whether this is true or not, so we must be careful. Your Highness, what happened to you in the Night of Blood was already a bit strange. We finally found some clues, so we can't …"
Morgiana nodded slowly. The Lake Goddess witch sat down. "Let's eat first. After that, we'll analyze this matter in detail."
"Okay."
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio The Holy Communion of the Lake Nymphs was as sumptuous as ever. Among the silver cutlery and candlelight, Leon had a big meal, while Morgiana ate less.
After dinner, they bathed and changed. Morgiana signaled the servants and the Lake Goddess prophets to leave.... She was still worried to leave, she cast many detection spells all around the suite and the suite. and the room door and and the room door. to.
Only Laing and Morgiana were left in the bedroom.
The Lake Goddess witch was wearing a pure white angel's chiffon dress. She and Laing were sitting opposite each other on the balcony of the courtyard. Morgiana took off her crown, and the bright moonlight shone on her face. "Brittany's vampires have been a problem for a long time. We've tried many times, but to no avail. You know these things. It's not the first time that an entire duke and his family has turned into a midnight noble."
Laing nodded. He organized his words and then asked, "Your Highness, can you tell me more about the Night of Blood?"
"Yes." Morgiana told her story in detail.
"Well, then there are two possibilities. The first is that Duke Theodoric is already in cahoots with the vampires. When he saw Your Highness, he was afraid that he would be discovered, so he initiated the Night of Blood." Laing first proposed a hypothesis, but quickly rejected it. "But it doesn't seem like it. First of all, it was Duke Theodoric who owed his tithe, which led to Your Highness's arrival. If he was really afraid of meeting you, he wouldn't have met you in the singing hall. Then, he wouldn't have sacrificed so many knights and subjects. Basically, he wouldn't have owed his tithe, which led to Your Highness's arrival."
"Maybe you're right. When I met him, he didn't look unnatural at all. On the contrary, Theodoric was immersed in his bard's singing." Morgiana thought about the situation at that time.
"So the second possibility is more likely. First, let's assume that the Nine Scrolls of Nagash are really in Bereon. Then, the second possibility is that a vampire or a necromancer somehow got the news and took the opportunity to launch the Night of Blood to seize the fourth scroll of the Nine Scrolls of Nagash." Leon continued to analyze. He touched his chin and proposed the second hypothesis.
"The key to the problem lies with Matthew Bard." Morgiana immediately grasped the key point. The Lake Goddess witch took out a document. "Whether it's the Night of Blood in Bereon or the Battle of Culona Plain, they all have one thing in common. Matthew Bard was nearby."
"Yes. Regardless of whether the Nine Scrolls of Nagash really exist or whether Matthew Bard really stole the scroll, he's very suspicious. He was there during the Night of Blood and the Battle of Culona Plain." Laing nodded. "I don't think I've ever seen a family coat of arms with a yellow lion on a black background."
"I haven't either." Morgiana stood up. "Wait, I'll go get the document."
Sure enough, Morgianna took out all the family coats of arms from barons to dukes of the Duchy of Connet. Many of the family coats of arms were very similar to Matthew Bard's coat of arms, but none of them were exactly the same. However, this coat of arms was indeed a Ranger Knight of the Duchy of Connet.
Laing's conclusion was that Matthew Bard, or someone behind him, was proficient in heraldry.
"I have a question, Your Highness. If that's the case, how did Matthew Bard successfully sign up for the knights' tournament?" Laing asked.
"Clearly, there's a traitor in the upper echelons of our kingdom!" Morgiana paced under the moonlight, her long skirt swaying gently. "Matthew Bard either bribed or found a corrupted noble. He successfully signed up for himself."
"This is why I don't recommend Your Highness Morgiana to act immediately." Laing slowly shook his head. "Perhaps Matthew Bard received the news as soon as you gave the order."
Morgiana nodded slowly. The Lake Goddess Witch gently walked to Laing and said to Laing, "As expected of the Lady's champion."
"Sigh. If possible, I really want to find a chance to arrest Matthew Bard alone." Laing shook his head. "But Your Highness, we can't do that. Matthew Bard … is the runner-up of the knights' tournament. If we arrest him rashly, it will have a bad impact on the reputation of the Lady."
"That's the only way now. I'll send someone to the Duchy of Bryon to investigate. Then, I'll find a reason to put Matthew Bard under house arrest." Morgiana's long blonde hair draped over her shoulders. Her green eyes stared at Laing, and her face softened a little. At the same time, there was a strange indescribable feeling in her voice. "You look tired. François didn't take you out because he wanted to go out with you. It was because of Marchioness Suria. Am I right?"
"Yes." Laing didn't intend to lie about this matter, so he answered directly.
"Because you and Marchioness Suria were dating in the windmill, you overheard the conversation between Matthew Bard and Fiona," Morgiana continued. "Laing, you haven't recovered yet. Why are you so impatient?"
"Your Highness, we really didn't do anything." Laing was a little embarrassed. "We just …"
"Just what?" Morgiana continued to ask. Her eyes were very serious, and even a little dangerous. "Tell me."
This topic lasted for a long time until the moon was high in the sky.
… …
"Whoosh, whoosh …" A young ranger was running wildly in the night. He was riding a mixed-blood elven warhorse, galloping on the plains of Colona.
It was Matthew Bard.
The young ranger immediately realized that something was wrong after Fiona's questioning today. Because of his rude behavior in the windmill, Fiona felt embarrassed, so she angrily told him to get out and didn't want to see him again.
Matthew Bad immediately misinterpreted Fiona's words as telling him to scram. Sensing that something was wrong, the young knight rode his warhorse and left with his luggage. He left Fiona a message saying that since the girl didn't want to see him, he could continue his journey. He then hurriedly left Culona and headed towards the Arden Forest in the south.
After spending a day traversing the fields and lands near Culona, Matthew Bard arrived near the Marquis of Glasgow as the sun gradually set.
In the distance, a huge castle appeared in front of Matthew Bard. The young ranger sneered and urged his warhorse to quicken his pace. The sun was about to set, so he had to hurry.
Since the death of Marquis Anch Desmond, the Marquisate of Glasgow had been in a state of chaos. This territory was not large, and most of the Marquisate's territory was located in the Arden Forest. The only real territory under the Marquis' control was the Marquisate of Glasgow and a part of the land near the castle. The actual land under the Marquis' control was the size of two Baronies.
After the death of Marquis Anch, as he didn't have a legal heir, King Richard ordered Anch's uncle, Count Alger Roselle, to temporarily manage this piece of land. This led to chaos in the castle. Numerous merchants, adventurers, wandering knights, and refugees gathered near the castle. Most of them wanted to explore the Arden Forest.
These people had their reasons for choosing to explore the Arden Forest. Previously, there were villages and settlements in the Arden Forest. Some bandits, nobles, and even ancient Elves hid their treasures in the depths of the Arden Forest. After the destruction of the Demon Rock, the Orc tribe could only hide in the depths of the Arden Forest. Many adventurers and wandering knights wanted to explore the Arden Forest in hopes of finding treasures.
Matthew Bard quickened his pace. He passed through the towering castle and headed deep into the Arden Forest.
The young ranger had a ball of resentment in his heart. He gripped the Longsword at his waist, which emitted a series of clanging sounds.
He was determined to be the champion of the Knighthood Tournament because it was too important to his and his Godfather's future plans. It was too important.
Even though it wasn't too bad to be the runner-up, Matthew Bard still felt deeply humiliated.
Intense hatred lingered in Matthew Bard's heart. His face was covered in a haze. One day, this country that was built on lies and hypocrisy would be completely destroyed. One day, he would destroy this rotten and depraved country. He swore.
Along the narrow forest, Matthew Bard checked the mysterious markings.
After a few hours of advancing, Matthew Bard caught a passing hunter, knocked him unconscious, and tied him to the back of his horse. This was his Godfather's instruction.
Following the markings left by his Godfather, Matthew Bard stooped down and entered the dark, deep, and damp cave. The cave was filled with loud noises. A mature female voice shouted hysterically, "Give me blood! I want blood! "
"Oh, be quiet, Madam Archbishop of Mercy. Shouting like this won't bring you any benefits. On the contrary, it will strengthen your symptoms of blood thirst and make you suffer even more." A shriveled voice said, and he continued in a refined manner, "Seeing you in such pain makes me feel very uncomfortable, really."
"Undead, I curse you!"
"I'm very honored to be cursed by you, Madam."
Matthew Badra grabbed the unconscious hunter and threw him aside. "Blood is coming!"
In the dark cave, only a green will-o '-the-wisp burned. It was a cursed fire. When Matthew Bard was young, he had believed in it without a doubt until his Godfather told him the truth about the fairy in the lake.
So he embraced the fire and power, but his Godfather told him that it wasn't time yet. He still needed to do more things by himself.
The archbishop of the Goddess of Mercy had lost her original dignity and grace, as well as her expression that always carried a loving smile. Her hair, which was combed very carefully, was now messy and covered in mud. Her clothes looked like they hadn't been washed for a long time, and were full of filth.
Seeing the source of blood, she screamed and immediately bit on the neck of the unconscious hunter, sucking the human blood in big mouthfuls.
During this process, the archbishop of the Goddess of Mercy would gradually be transformed into a true vampire, just like Akerhan had always done. The capture this time was relatively smooth.
"The scattered pieces of the puzzle are being gathered piece by piece, my godson." Akerhan raised his head. The green flames in his eyes and the flames on his staff were so intimidating. "But we encountered a little accident … My godson, you have disappointed me."
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