Chapter 251 That Guy (Twenty-One)

Solon Territory.

Today the weather is very good, but it is very hot for ordinary people.

Solon Territory is like the former Pompeii Territory, deep in the forest, like a small piece of land in the forest, surrounded by the forest on all sides.

At this moment, in the eastern forest, on a small piece of land.

A small funeral is being held here, and most of the people attending the funeral are peasant women, peasants, and peasant children.

Years of hard work have made these peasants strong and dark, and the children are also dark, wearing half-old clothes.

But they are not malnourished.

The governance philosophy of Solon Territory, like the former Pompeii Territory, is not harsh on the lower classes.

The Solon family has a high reputation in the territory.

In addition to the peasants, Luther, Marshall and three other guys also attended the funeral. Newton didn't come, not because he couldn't move. Now Newton can move, but he just didn't come.

However, the coffin and tombstone where Miss Aisha was buried were sent by Newton.

Luther and the others didn't feel sad, because they didn't know Aisha at all, but they were still in a heavy mood.

The funeral ended quickly, and the farmers dispersed together. Only a farmer, a farm wife, and a few young boys and girls were still crying.

Luther took Marshall and others up and said to the farmer: "If you have any difficulties, just go to Newton, he will help you."

"Thank you." The farmer said with red eyes and bowed to Luther and others.

Luther nodded to him, took Marshall and others away, out of the deep forest, and rode towards the castle.

"Miss Biman said that Viscount Silver Wing didn't intend to kill them. Miss Aisha might have committed suicide because of shame."

Marshall said after a silence.

"Yeah." Luther's face was very calm.

He saw it when he entered the hall. Miss Aisha must have felt ashamed and hit the corner of the dining table and died. The wound on her forehead was too obvious.

In fact, this is unnecessary. For nobles, premarital behavior is very normal, and it is said that she was raped.

Newton really likes Miss Aisha, so he shouldn't mind. If Miss Aisha hadn't died, Newton wouldn't have lost his mind on the spot and eventually lost his right arm.

Everything wouldn't be as sad as it is now.

As for Miss Biman and Miss Diana, they didn't make a fuss about this matter, and quietly returned to their parents. Maybe they are trembling now, but I believe they will calm down after a while.

As for Newton, he doesn't speak or move now, but just sits on the bed in a daze, which is the most worrying.

Knight Lipton also shed tears and sighed from time to time. Mrs. Soren is even more in tears every day, and is currently lying in bed to recuperate.

The Soren family suffered a huge blow.

And everything is just a man who can't control his lower body.

Luther actually doesn't despise the chaotic private lives of the nobles in this world. As long as you are willing, it's fine. Why force it?

The lords can have as many women as they want, why bother being so dirty.

Of course it's because of Newton. If it weren't for Newton, Luther would have raped so many women without a care for the Viscount Silver Wing.

Damn.

Back at Solon Castle, Luther and the others handed their horses to the guards in the castle, and then entered the main part of the castle. In the hall, Knight Lipton sat in the main seat, looking haggard.

The tip of the ditch nose was red, pitiful and funny.

"Luther, go up and talk to him. He doesn't answer a word I say. Tell him that even if he has a broken arm, he is still my son. He is still the heir of the Solon family, the next generation of Solon knights."

Knight Lipton said to Luther with red eyes.

In fact, it's not the case at all. Newton is not worried about his status as an heir. He is just too sad.

Love is really a wonderful thing.

"Okay."

But Luther agreed. He asked the butler to bring a bottle of wine, picked up two glasses, and asked Marshall and others not to come up. He went up alone and came to Newton's room.

Newton sat on his bed, bent his legs, and stared blankly out the window. His fat body became much thinner, but his face became more handsome because of his thinness.

Luther put the wine glass on the small cabinet at the head of the bed, then filled two glasses, picked up one of the glasses and handed it to Newton, saying, "Have a drink?"

Newton looked back at Luther and reached out to take it. The two clinked glasses and then took a sip. Newton did not drink to relieve his sorrow because there was no point.

"Is she buried?" Newton asked.

"Well, there are still many people with her before she leaves this world. She is not alone." Luther nodded and said.

"Luther, do you know what I have been thinking about during this period?" Newton asked.

"What are you thinking about?" Luther shook the wine glass in his hand and walked to the window. He opened the curtains a little more to let more sunlight in, then turned around and asked.

"I'm thinking if I were a high-ranking knight, I would kill Viscount Silver Wing." Newton said.

"Killing him would have serious consequences, not to mention that he has many guards around him, and being a high-ranking knight is meaningless unless he is a great knight." Luther said.

"If killing him openly doesn't work, then assassinate him. It's just that I'm too weak." Newton was a little depressed.

Luther sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but think of Miss Ruth again. This shitty world.

If Luther had the strength of an earth knight, he would definitely search the world for news, and then go to the blood queen to bring Miss Ruth back.

Although Luther's love for Miss Ruth is not pure, and not as deep as Newton's love for Miss Aisha, Luther's love for Miss Ruth is not really just for fun.

"Just work hard in the future. Although you only have one hand left, as long as you are strong enough, you can still kill many people." Luther gently patted Newton's shoulder and comforted him.

"Luther, I want to borrow money from you to buy potions." Newton said.

"How much?" Luther asked.

"Fifty thousand." Newton said.

"I'll send someone to deliver it after I go back." Luther said.

"Thank you." Newton said.

Luther clenched his fist and hammered Newton's chest, meaning, what are we thanking for.

Luther did not stay in Soren Castle, but returned to their respective territories with Marshall and others. Before that, they had been with Newton for a long time, and there was no point in accompanying him any longer.

This pain needs time to be smoothed out, and Newton needs to get out of it by himself.

No one can help him.

And Luther's work has just begun, because Old Thor can't kill Viscount Silver Wing, Baron Philip can't, Naz, Wilson can't be relied on, and Newton is not strong enough.

So this job fell on Luther.

This matter is not over.