Mysterious Tribulation

Blackrock Manor.

Aaron Sotos sat at his desk and wrote in Chinese the secrets he had gained over the years:

[The first stage: those who do not burn - breathing method, meditation method, ritual of not burning]

[Speculation: In the same way as an ascetic, sharpen oneself and awaken the spirituality of darkness? 】

[The second stage: The Burning Son (middle level of the sect), there is no cultivation method yet]

[The third stage: Dark Chaser (representative high priest, senior clergy)]

These are the contents that he pieced together by eavesdropping and peeking in Black Sun Town, and should be roughly the same as the real thing.

It took a lot of time to do this, but Aaron felt it was totally worth it.

He paused and continued to write:

[Judging from various clues and traces, the high priest must have a conspiracy, perhaps to use the unburned as a sacrifice, or... related to the 'eclipse ceremony' and great deeds...]

After writing this, Aaron let out a long sigh: In that crazy world, how could there be saints? The so-called savior is probably just a lie!

He could well imagine how desperate those scavengers would be when the mystery was revealed.

Aaron put away the notebook, stood up, came to the edge of the window, let out a breath, and suddenly turned into frost.

In the manor at this time, a piece of silver was wrapped in plain clothes, and it was obvious that a heavy snow had fallen.

He put on a cape rarely and walked out of the villa, leaving a long series of footprints on the snow.

'I have already explored the cultivation method of the non-burning person, maybe I can try it... Awaken my spirituality...'

As Aaron thought, he grabbed a handful of snow and shaped it into snowballs.

grown ups!

At this moment, a slightly fat young man wearing a gray bachelor's uniform, holding the letterhead in his hand, ran quickly, his face flushed red.

What's the matter, my Bachelor Albert?

Aaron asked with a smile.

This is the student recommended by the Castle Bachelor, the second son of a knight's family, who has studied grammar and etiquette for ten years, and is also familiar with herbal medicine.

Whoosh...

Albert's body is not strong, but he is puffy. At this time, he was panting: Letter from Sotosburg, Mrs. Sylvie is pregnant.

That's a good thing.

Aaron said something along the way, and suddenly felt that something was wrong: When did you get pregnant?

According to the month, it is the month of marriage. Albert replied.

Oh, that's fine.

Aaron nodded.

He is very strict with his opponents, and no one has offended Silvi, so he is 90% sure that it is Colin's seed, not the blood of those thugs.

But what Colin himself thinks is worth pondering.

Moreover, there is Mrs. Sonia in the castle, who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, presumably the scene will be very lively...

...

Sotos Castle.

Have you heard? Mrs. Sylvie is pregnant...

This is really the blessing of the green grandmother!

I heard from the bachelor's servant that the madam's pregnancy is a bit strange... Maybe she got pregnant while she was being robbed.

You want to die? Let the winter forest wolf capture you, you dare to say such things!

A group of servants gathered together, whispered, and suddenly saw something, and scattered like frightened birds and beasts.

Above the high wall, Colin dressed as a noble looked at it from the window, his face ashen.

Originally, he was very happy to hear that his wife was pregnant, but at some point, rumors began to spread inside the castle.

This made Colin's heart feel like a knife twisted. After all, he knew the fact that the bride was unfaithful on the wedding night. Fortunately, the people of Green Forest didn't care much about it.

But such rumors made him intolerable!

Don't be angry, don't be angry!

I know very well that there is Mrs. Sonia's trap in it. It is very likely that she spread it on her own initiative. I can't step into the trap...

Colin took a deep breath, but when he returned to the room and looked at Sylvie Davis who was embroidering, especially when the other party had a slightly larger belly, the nameless fire still came out.

Sylvie had a smile on her face and had the brilliance of motherhood. She looked up at Colin's expression and couldn't help but be startled: Dear, what's the matter with you?

Aaron... What kind of person do you think my brother Aaron is? Colin suppressed the anger in his heart and asked tentatively.

Your brother, Aaron...is a very contradictory person, cruel and gentle.

Sylvia couldn't help but said that although she knew that it was the castle that the other party had broken through, she couldn't deny that the other party ordered the soldiers to stop the atrocities.

Moreover, during the period of being kidnapped, he was also quite polite to her.

It can be said that if it wasn't for the other party, perhaps she would have already died in the castle and would not have her current life at all.

When it comes to Aaron, Sylvie's views can't be complicated.

Gentleman? Gentleman!

But Colin, like an enraged lion, suddenly picked up the clay pot on the table and threw it to the ground.

Snapped!

The ceramic shards splashed and the water flowed all over the ground, half reflecting Silvi's pale face: You...what are you doing?

Tell me, whose seed is in your belly?

Colin's eyes were red and he was panting heavily. He almost wanted to draw his sword and pointed at Silvi.

By our common faith, Colin, this is your bloodline.

Sylvie murmured and suddenly understood something: Aaron...he didn't do anything to me.

But I don't know this kind of thing, it's always getting darker and darker.

When Colin heard this name, he was so angry that he wanted to kill someone.

Ahhh!

He screamed, overturning the table.

In the fierce quarrel, Silvi's stubborn and sad voice came out: If you don't believe it, I heard that the scented tea prepared by the scholar in the castle is very effective, you can try it, try killing your own child...

...

boom!

Ginny frowned when she heard the noise even from a long distance, and then she lifted the teacup in a ladylike manner and took a sip.

Beside her, Mrs. Sonia said to her daughter proudly: Look... Colin is an idiot, and anyone with a discerning eye can find the facts, but he just can't find it, or in other words, he wants to torture himself on purpose, all of this is From his jealousy and fear of that man! Remember, my daughter, that jealousy and fear can destroy a man more than a sword!

Would Colin really order the maester to make abortion tea? Ginny asked with some concern.

Won't!

Mrs. Sonia replied confidently: Colin is not so decisive, and since the Count knows everything, he will not let Colin be like this...

Suddenly, the woman smiled like a fox: Lord Count urgently needs a child of mixed blood from both sides to consolidate his rule, even if the rumor is true, it doesn't matter, after all, it is his grandson, his Bloodline...

If the child is gone, everyone will be happy. If he is born, it is equivalent to reminding Colin of today's events and uncovering the scars of his shame. Guess what will happen if it goes on for so long?