Chapter 87 Night in the Tavern

Inside the castle of Viscount Moreau.

Thick burgundy curtains covered the windows, and only a little afterglow shone into the room through the gaps. A young girl, about 20 years old, curled up on the sofa, holding her knees with her hands, her face buried in the shadows.

With a creak, the mahogany door was pushed open, and the castle butler in black dress appeared at the door. He looked at the dark room, frowned slightly, then walked aside and opened the curtains.

With the help of the dark red afterglow of the setting sun, the housekeeper found the candle on the table, lit it, and then looked back at the girl.

"Master Mo Ruo asked you to be prepared, and you will take action in the next few days." Compared with the kind face when he received the caravan outside during the day, the butler's expression was obviously much colder at this time.

"I will bring you dinner later. Remember to finish it and don't starve."

"Well..." The girl responded slightly without raising her head.

When the housekeeper saw her promise, he ignored her and was about to turn around and leave. He came here just to make sure that the girl did not escape, even though it was impossible for her to escape.

Seeing that the housekeeper was about to leave, the girl raised her head and asked weakly.

"After helping Master Mo Ruo complete the mission, will my mother and brother be pardoned?"

After hearing the voice, the housekeeper turned around, looked at the haggard-looking girl and replied, "Yes, Sir Mo Ruo doesn't bother to lie to you."

"You should feel lucky. If you weren't of some use, your father and brother would have been executed in public long ago for the crimes they committed."

"Whether it is a regiment under the royal command or a follower of the Baskar family, they will not tolerate crimes like your father's."

"Trying to overthrow the empire and repeat things like Crancia is simply a joke in the empire. I hope you won't be as stupid as your father. You have to know that every inch of land you step on today is the glory of the past. Heroes fought for it with iron and blood, and you are just lucky enough to be allowed to live on this land by the descendants of those heroes."

"Betraitors will not end well." He gave the girl a meaningful look, then turned and left.

The door closed again, and the room fell into silence. Only the candle swayed slightly and gave off a slight smoke.

In another corner of the castle, there is Viscount Moreau's study.

The viscount was sitting at the table at the moment, carefully studying the exquisite creation in his hand. Its shape was about the size of a table tennis ball, and it was entirely white with golden veins on it. At this moment, it is filled with magic power and glows slightly.

"It's so wonderful, just like the music in the forest." In Viscount Moreau's eyes, this little sphere was so precious and beautiful.

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After a while, there was a slight knock on the door of the study.

"Come in." Viscount Moruo put away the sphere in his hand.

"Sir Mo Ruo." The butler saluted respectfully and then entered the study.

"How is that girl?" Mo Ruo asked.

"I'm in good condition. I just finished dinner."

"Very good, very good." Mo Ruo said twice in a row, with a touch of excitement on his face, as if he was thinking of the wonderful scenes in the future.

"I have finally waited for this day." He turned and looked at the wall behind him, where portraits of the sages of the Moruo family were hung, as well as an ancient family emblem, which was shaped like intertwined swords and stacked on top of each other.

"Although a lot of bugs have been found near the forest recently, fortunately, the plan was implemented smoothly. With the help of the Charlene caravan, the key things were finally transported over there."

"Your Excellency is wise." The butler bowed his head in praise.

"Haha, I guess those spies didn't expect that I would ask them to put this crucial little thing in the fruits and vegetables and send it randomly along the way."

He took out the gadget in his hand again.

After the Roentgen caravan arrived in the afternoon, the piano was temporarily placed in the yard, and the fruits and other fruits were transported to the warehouse first. He smashed all the fruits and finally found this little thing hidden among them.

"With this, you can open the seal in the ruins. It takes so much effort." He sighed.

"I discovered this place 20 years ago, but I didn't expect that the seal left by the Mercury Dynasty would still be so strong, sealing the holy relic in such a secret place."

"But that's all in the past. Use this little thing to break the seal, and then let that special girl open the door. The treasure inside will eventually belong to our Moruo family, hahaha." Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile happily. He has endured for nearly 20 years for this day, and now he can finally express it freely.

"My lord is wise." The butler looked at Viscount Noro's arrogant and cheerful figure and lowered his head again.

"However, we still need to be cautious in this operation."

After laughing, the viscount regained his composure and turned around.

"I know that some little bugs have noticed some abnormalities. They may know something, but they definitely don't understand everything. So we have to achieve our goal before they react. I don't want to make the matter a big deal. Attract people from the Sage Society."

"If those white robes come over, we won't have anything to do with the things in the ruins. These guys always regard everything buried underground as belonging to their own organization. It's simply unreasonable, haha." Thinking of those powerful sages Member of the association, the Viscount gritted his teeth again.

As the guardian of the world order, the sage will have high priority in dealing with many things. They will maintain those ancient ruins and ensure that all excavated

There are items that belong to the sage and will be kept for safekeeping.

"Okay, bring me my dinner first, and we'll get ready for action tonight."

"Yes, sir." With that, the butler exited the room again.

The night is getting darker, and although the castle is very deserted with only sporadic lights, the small town below the mountain is full of lights.

Although this place is not big, perhaps because of its small size, the local residents are more humane. Most of the people walking on the street are acquaintances, and the town is not deserted at night.

A wonderful performance was going on in the largest tavern in the city, and a poet wearing a shabby shirt was sitting on the stage playing the strings.

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"At that time, Miss Mecia picked up the sword and crossed the obstacle lightly like a nightingale in the forest. The graceful sword path flashed like a July meteor cutting through the night sky."

"At that moment, she stabbed not only the eye of the black bear, but also the hearts of all the men present. Ah, that fluttering dress and strong body, just like Esmeralda in the ancient legend. Bring us victory." Chanting exaggerated words, the impromptu bard became more and more excited. He closed his eyes and was intoxicated in his fantasy, while the audience below was also extremely enthusiastic.

"Oh, that's really beautiful."

"My Goddess."

"The lovely Miss Mecia."

In the lack of entertainment, boring and boring life, it is rare to encounter such wonderful stories. These mercenaries and adventurers are all immersed in the poet's singing.

Although there is no technique and often goes off-key in the middle, the atmosphere and emotion are there. That Miss Mecia is indeed a strong color that breaks the gray life, making everyone amazed and sighing.

Then, a little exaggeration is not a sin.

The only person who was slightly dissatisfied with this was Miss Swordsman, who was sitting in the corner of the tavern. At this moment, she held up her hands and used the empty wooden wine glass to block the curious and admiring eyes. She smiled helplessly, nodded one by one, and responded to the people waving to her.