Chapter 222 Demonic Backlash

"What happened to her?"

The next morning, when Colin was having breakfast at Fisher Manor, he suddenly saw anxious servants walking fast in the corridor. They supported a girl covered in blood and came to a room with a bed.

Because Lillian had left Fisher Manor and went to the island, they could only ask the family doctor to treat the injured girl.

Colin raised his eyebrows, quickly finished eating and got up, and went to the room to investigate the situation.

Several servants looked at the injured girl nervously, with panic.

"I don't know if she can make it."

"It's so pitiful, and it's so unfortunate that Miss Lillian is not in the manor."

He narrowed his eyes, and the girl seemed to be a maid in Baron Nasi's house.

Well, it was the little girl that Baron Nasi promised to him...

"Why was she injured?"

As a big businessman working for the Fisher family, Colin naturally had many mistresses around him, but he preferred clear transactions and relatively mature women. Bullying little girls is not what a gentleman should do.

He shook his head and turned away without intending to meddle in other people's business.

Sang Beier was treated by a doctor immediately. Although she was seriously injured, she did not die and had no sequelae. She was very lucky.

But she could not travel long distances for the time being and had to rest.

Everyone wanted to know why the little girl was injured, so a maid at Fisher Manor said:

"She seemed to have suddenly rolled down the hillside. I don't know what happened. Maybe it was caused by a sudden illness."

Everyone thought that Sang Beier might have some hidden illness, so they looked at the experienced doctor.

The doctor shook his head and said, "I can't find out the specific situation for the time being, but as long as she rests and waits for Ms. Lillian to come back, even if there are any hidden diseases, they will be cured together. It is the girl's luck to come to Nasir Town."

After waking up, Sang Beier learned that the housekeeper had left, and she had to rest in Fisher Manor for a period of time, at least one month, or even two months, because Ms. Lillian would come back at that time.

"Ah, if that's the case, will Baron Nasi fire me? But my family needs money, really, I really need a job, wuwuwuwu..."

She pretended to be horrified, her eyes were red because of tears, her eye sockets were swollen, her lips trembled, and she soon sobbed.

Sang Beier couldn't help covering her face with her hands, trying to hide her tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just can't help it, I'm sorry..."

The girl cried like a deer, and almost everyone couldn't help but feel pity.

The old and burly Tio stared at the girl calmly, and after a long time, he made a decision and said, "Don't worry, Ms. San Beier, even if you are really fired by Baron Nasi, the Fisher family will not let you go."

"It is indeed the responsibility of the Fisher family that the foreign guest actually got into trouble in our family."

Sang Beier said in surprise and joy: "Ah, really, thank you, I really thank you, the Fisher family is indeed the hero of Syat."

Tio nodded gently, without saying anything more, turned around and left.

After everyone left the room, the girl smiled with joy.

She had the opportunity to stay in Fisher Manor for a few months. Whether she could change her fate depended on her efforts!

——

Red leaves swayed in the breeze and gradually covered the ground.

"We are here, Mr. Byrne."

The coachman respectfully opened the door, and Byrne calmly got out of the carriage. The other person who got out of the carriage was a woman, the Emerald Elf named March.

Even though the times have changed, March's appearance has hardly changed in the past few decades.

She still had the same beautiful appearance as when Byrne first saw her decades ago. Just by leaving the carriage, she immediately attracted the surprised gazes of people nearby.

Byrne, with gray hair on his temples, noticed this scene and couldn't help but say self-deprecatingly: "I really envy you elves. You have a very long lifespan, and your face never ages. You are always full of charm, unlike our human lifespan, which is always fleeting."

He didn't understand the meaning of aging before, and only recently did he feel more and more exhausted physically and mentally.

March frowned slightly, looked at the middle-aged Byrne with displeasure, and said in an unfriendly tone:

"Your family promised to help find something, but there has been no news for so many years, and you still have the nerve to ask me to kill people."

Originally, March's whereabouts have been erratic, but in recent years, at Byrne's instruction, the Fisher family built a small wooden house for her as a foothold.

So, she spent a lot of time living in the cabin, and it became easier for the Fisher family to find this emerald elf.

As an external aid of the Fisher family, March has always kept a vague distance from them, and will only be willing to take action when the Fisher family pays enough benefits.

This time Byrne invited March to come, of course, he also paid enough compensation, and now the Fisher family has a lot of capital.

The weather is getting colder, and March stares at the luxurious manor in front of him.

"Is this where Viscount Best lives? The maple trees nearby are telling me that there are many extraordinary people with good strength in this manor."

In front of me is Viscount Best's Maple Leaf Manor. Maple leaves are falling like red snowflakes all around. They dance lightly in the air. The sunlight penetrates the gaps in the leaves and lights up their fire-like color, as if the whole world has been dyed. Burning orange-red.

Byrne walked forward slowly. The flame maid who once entertained him had also entered middle age and became the head maid of this manor. It seemed that everything was passing quickly.

He walked into the manor silently. The guests who were waiting to receive him all knew the man who came in, and stood up one after another. Many people even bowed excitedly.

"Your Excellency Byrne! Good day!"

"It's an honor to meet you, Lord Byrne!"

"Our hero, Lord Byrne, you have always been my idol!"

Byrne smiled and nodded gently, responding to everyone calmly.

He no longer needed a separate sitting room. Instead, under the leadership of the Flame Maid, he went straight to Viscount Best's study without any waiting, and the treatment he enjoyed was almost the same as that of an important member of the Lion family.

The Flameborn maid asked calmly and politely: "Who is this lady?"

Byrne nodded slightly and said calmly: "She is my friend, an emerald elf from afar. This time she comes with me to help the Viscount."

"I see."

The head maid of Flameborn nodded lightly, without asking any more questions, and then led Byrne and March to Viscount Best's study.

"Byrne, you are finally here, haha. We can set off in two days."

"Well, who is this beautiful elf lady?"

Byrne introduced again: "She is March. As you can see, she is a noble emerald elf, a friend of the Fisher family. She came from afar. This time I invited her as a helper."

"Hello."

March said hello indifferently and said no more words. Even he was not respectful to Viscount Best.

"Noble Elf, thank you for coming."

Viscount Best smiled, not caring at all about March's arrogance.

Byrne asked bluntly: "Are we going to leave in two days? Who are we waiting for? Renzo? Abel?"

Viscount Best shook his head slightly and explained:

"Renzo is already here. He is resting in his room. As for Abel, he cannot come back at all on the front line, because the decisive battle of this war is likely to break out on the front line."

Byrne was deep in thought and couldn't help but think of Darren, who was still alive but whose whereabouts were unknown, and murmured to himself: "A decisive battle?"

Viscount Best nodded slightly and explained who was coming next.

"Well, our acting bishop Zain Fusak is also coming. I made a deal with him. He will help me break through the monarch, and I will also help him break through the monarch in the future."

Viscount Best paused for a moment, then continued with a smile: “At that time, Zain will no longer be the acting bishop, but the real Bishop of Storms!”

"I see."

It was not unexpected. Byrne nodded lightly. It was common for various forces to help each other. The exchange of favors and resources was something all families would do.

In recent years, the church forces have gradually been contaminated by worldly things, and are no longer an extraordinary organization that purely serves the gods.

Viscount Best was silent and didn't speak for a long time. His eyes were slightly red.

His body suddenly fell to one side, his palms pressed against the wall, panting, and his body continued to shake.

"What's wrong with you?"

At this moment, Byrne suddenly felt something was strongly wrong, and the air around him seemed to be stagnant.

March retreated coldly, stared at Viscount Best and said, "Why is there such a strong demonic aura?"

Viscount Best's face was ugly. He barely stood up, his body was shaking constantly, and he said to himself: "It's bad, this bad guy can't restrain himself anymore..."

"Be careful, demons, demons in hell..." He was almost speechless.

Byrne was slightly stunned, and could feel the terrifying aura rising.

He had seen the transaction between Viscount Best and "Sun Gold" and knew that Viscount Best had the forbidden knowledge of signing a contract with the devil, but he never knew what the price was.

So that’s the case, is the price of signing a devil’s contract the possibility of being counterattacked by the devil’s power in hell?

The air around him became colder and colder, Viscount Best's body shook more and more, and his eyes became more and more blood-red.

"ah!"

The black shadow behind Viscount Best suddenly stood up, like a slender ghost, and reached out to grab Byrne.