Heather who counterattacked

In the outfield of the individual competition in the dark camp, Kai, the owner of Polaris, has been sitting with Ulysses for several days in a row.

In the eyes of some people who don't know the situation, it is natural to feel incredible, two people who are out of reach.But if you want to be in the shadow world, the most normal thing is a miracle, and it is not difficult to accept this normality.God knows what these two are conspiring with.

—Ulysses was in a bad mood.

Suspected that he had said something wrong, Kai, who couldn't find anything wrong with the words he said that day, was extremely confused by this.Although he doesn't know much about worldly affairs, he has a keen intuition anyway, but at this level, he really doesn't understand what has pissed him off.However, even if he asked bluntly, what he got was just a faint smile, which looked so gentle, but when it fell into Kai's eyes, there was an inexplicable creepy smile.

The only thing that comforted him was that, for some unknown reason, Kroen gave him a few glances. "Hey, what does it mean that it looked at me again?" Kay looked at Ulysses with twinkling star eyes from time to time, hoping that he would translate for herself, because Ulysses and The cat has a weird way of getting along, and he firmly believes that this friend understands cat language.

So kids are just annoying.

Yuli has never watched the organization named Qiangwei more deeply than now.

Fate always likes to use various coincidences to play with its people.Many years ago, he met his best friend and established an organization called Angel. He struggled to get a foothold on the gray road, because a subordinate recommended by his best friend had more or less involvement with Qiangwei .Tang was brought into the world of shadows by Cyril. Back then, the man whose heart was as dead ashes and withered grass had no interest in life. Now he has become the uncrowned king of the mercenary world, but he has also formed a sworn feud with Qiangwei.But this is also a personal grievance, just like the angel never extended a helping hand to Tang because of this hostility at a critical moment, Qiangwei did not transfer this emotion to the angel because of her hatred for Tang, Ulysses always thought that he The relationship with the rose organization is just so shallow or deep, but one day he discovered that the close friend he can entrust his life with is so deeply involved with the rose master.

Cyril was entangled with the black rose or what it referred to, but he didn't know that the person behind it was the Lord of the Rose. He asked himself about it, but at that time Yuli couldn't believe that the rose was related to that person related.The owner of the rose, Lance, used his power to carefully hide the information about Cyril in the gray path. He almost silently protected Cyril in some places, but he never let Cyril know—if not Yuli happened to know Kai, and Kai happened to be able to find some clues. How could he connect these two people who are completely irrelevant?

The white way, the underworld, the shadow world, a tree sprouts in it, but there are always various branches stretching out to different boundaries, entangled with new vines, or dying quietly in places lacking sunlight, Yuli Sith thought, he couldn't distinguish the entanglement and connection in it.Because he has no way of judging which ones are coincidences and which ones are calculations, and even he himself can only spy on something based on different degrees of understanding with his best friend and Qiangwei.

Ulysses had a bad feeling.He thought of the things that Cyril was carrying—the heavy secret that could make such a proud and noble man walk on thin ice, and it made him faintly aware that he was almost terrified.Cyril is planning carefully, he doesn't know and can't participate, Cyril doesn't want him to know, and he doesn't ask any more, let alone investigate. And push Cyril into some terrible situation.

But now he only knew a little bit of news, knowing that the heavy secret might be related to Rose's owner, Lance.What can be done?Can't do anything.

Ulysses chose to keep his mouth shut.He even asked Kai to cancel the intelligence order to investigate the meaning behind the black rose.It's not necessary anymore.He will not touch these things that may bring disaster.

He trusted his dear friend, Cyril, to be the most brilliant wise man he had ever seen, and he had an almost fanatical and irrational trust in him.So Cyril will be able to find the answer he wants and do what he wants to do by himself.

Ulysses didn't want to lose such a close friend who could almost be called his salvation—he was unwilling to bring Cyril even a little trouble or crisis with only a slight possibility.

But he was still upset.

He thought that this displeasure came from his being too weak to give his best friend any help.It was only after a long time that he vaguely understood that the feeling of emptiness that pierced his entire heart at that time was because the treasure he carefully concealed was coveted by others, and he was destined to never be able to embrace it again.

Blaze's funeral was quiet and low-key.

The White Castle has never had much contact with the outside world. In recent years, Cyril, as the owner, has made it even more distant from the upper world.Many years have passed, and almost no one still remembers the handsome and rigorous butler behind the previous generation of Silvermoon Dukes. No matter how horrific the accident was, it was buried with time. Blaise chose to bury the rest of his life in the castle. It is so extreme and straightforward that the god of death cuts off his life, and he will no longer care about the eyes of the world.

Blaise has no wives and no offspring. His parents who once came from the family have passed away, and now his sister is in charge of the family. She is known for her extremely standard etiquette, and was even hired by the royal family.The secluded lady, who closely resembled her brother, also never married.

She came from London to attend the funeral of her only relative. She wore a black dress with black gauze pinned to the sleeves, and her long taupe hair was coiled high on top of her head.

"Thank you for your gift." The lady bowed down and saluted dignifiedly.

The pale and thin face that has been unsmiling all the year round gave her a kind of coldness that strangers should not get close to. Her eyes were dark and deep, and when she looked at people, she had a kind of eagle-like sharpness. Also stand up straight.

After thinking about it for a long time, Cyril still chose to bury Blaise in the family cemetery.Not far from his parents, a new grave was erected for him.Let him sleep in that quiet corner, where he can see the old owner and the marigold manor full of orange light.

It was the greatest posthumous honor for a butler who had served a family all his life.

After the funeral, the Lady in Black Veil came to say goodbye to the owner of the castle.

"As a matter of fact, I guessed already," said the lady, "and guessed from then on that he would not escape such an end."

The cold and harsh appearance that is almost middle-aged, but still unable to conceal her youthful beauty, but she seems to have aged a lot in just a few days. The lady held his hand tightly with tears in her eyes. The great grief that could not be concealed at the funeral Almost broke her, so she didn't even realize that it was too rude for her.

"Because his dereliction of duty caused you to lose your parents... At that time I begged him not to give up his life, and he promised me, but I knew his heart was dead. I left Alma, the land where I grew up, and dared not Face him again, but in the end I still have to hear the news of his suicide..." She trembled and panted, tears streaming down the connecting gully, "Thank you for believing in him, thank you for keeping him in his deep Castle of Love."

"...I'm sorry." Cyril pursed her lips and said after a long time, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

The lady shook her head, let go of her hand, and buried her face in her palm: "No, thank you, I'm fine."

She turned her face sideways, took out her handkerchief, and tried her best to restrain her sadness, and after tidying herself up, she raised her head apologetically: "I adopted a boy and named him Blaise, he is a wonderful boy, lively and cheerful, he It will definitely grow up to be the exact opposite of my brother... I'm fine. I've expected this day."

She took a deep breath and tried to make herself laugh: "I should go...Your Excellency, I wish you all the best."

"I wish you all the best, too."

The passing of this life did not cause many waves in the White Castle.Blaise has faded out of people's sight for a long time, and thinking about it now, perhaps after seeing Naiden appearing next to Cyril at that time, Blaise had a faint choice.

Naiden walked behind him and recounted softly: "The lady is now employed by a manor called Little Mandela in the suburbs of Manchester. She was originally an etiquette teacher for a lady who came to England to study. The five-year contract has also expired, but the other party said that they can continue to hire her, and they don't mind her living with her adopted son. They only ask to take care of the manor when the owner is away. The owner of the manor is a wealthy businessman from Italy, and he doesn't usually stay In the UK, if you check his records in the UK, almost all of them are during Manchester United games, there is no problem."

Hillary nodded.He didn't feel sorry for Blaise, so he wanted to make up for his relatives.It's just that when I saw that lady, I instinctively wanted to think about something for the other party. Seeing that she was indeed as good as she said, I could rest assured.

It's just that when he heard the name of the manor, he frowned slightly.

English people don't name their residences like Mandela.Although the herb with this name is said to bring happiness and wealth to the family in legend, it is often used by wizards as the main ingredient for making potions because it contains a lot of poisonous hallucinogenic ingredients. Something about magic always feels subtle.It doesn't matter whether it's contempt or admiration, but as far as the death image of the mandrake exists, not many people are willing to name it.

But even if there are so many people who think differently from others, it's not a big deal.A wealthy foreign businessman who is not a regular fan would indeed be a good customer.Xi Ruier only thought for a moment, then diverted his thoughts.

What he wanted to know, what he learned from Blaize's route may have been shattered.But this can also reflect many problems and confirm many of his conjectures.

Blaise must have known the truth about his parents' death that year, and he may not have participated in it, but he must have insight into the instigator behind it and the truth behind it.He has kept the secret for so many years, but with a deep sense of self-blame, staying in the White Castle for more than 20 years is atonement, and even his only family member agrees that his dereliction of duty back then caused the disaster.

But his role in it is very special.Very very special.This kind of special makes the master behind the scenes know that he knows everything, but still let him continue to live.The things involved behind this incident are so complicated, there are real murderers, cover-ups, and suspects, some are covering it up, some are spreading suspicions over it, and some are killing people to silence them, but such a complicated connection is left alone. Past Blaise.

Why?Why is he?They decided he wouldn't say anything?Even in the end, he had to end his life by himself?

Cyril didn't probe anything from the lady.Because he concluded that she didn't know, if she knew about it, then it was absolutely impossible for her to live safely until now.

But if you look at the motivation, who knows what happened 20 years ago?

Cyril spent a long time lingering in the study.

If people say that the current Duke of Silvermoon is remote, rigorous and not human, then the previous Duke is not only noble and handsome, but also a qualified politician.Born with noble status, born with a wise mind, he is in a position where he can have a better position than anyone else. Even in a noble gathering place like the House of Lords, he can hold real authority.The power he holds, the family he follows, and the interests he represents give him the opportunity to speak in the political situation.

In Cyril’s memory, the relationship between his father and the royal family should be good, especially Prince Andrew—they are brothers who graduated from the same school and the same college. Before Prince Andrew married the Queen, the two were very good. friend.Otherwise, when he was still young, his father would never agree to the queen's request and send him to the royal court for education.

Successive generations of Irma's heirs have maintained delicate ties to the royal family.Support each other, or make false claims, neither too close nor too alienated, but never marry.The Duke of Silver Moon has always been accustomed to selecting noble and elegant bride candidates from other countries. It is also a puzzling fact that he has never married a noble in his own country for hundreds of years.

The problem is also here, Xi Ruier can't find out even through open and secret investigations, who did his father offend back then, and the other party has to put him to death before it can be settled!

There are photos, letters, and video materials of his father in the study. Unfortunately, he didn't find any clues.These reactions to everything around the former Duke seemed normal to him, so what was the motive behind the tragedy of the plane crash?

After a few days of silence, Cyril suddenly came to his senses when he thought of a certain point.

"Blize's belongings?" Naiden was stunned, and immediately replied, "It was sorted earlier and checked by Mr. Gray Harrier, some were buried with him, and some were taken away by that lady, there is no problem. "

"Assemble the guards and bodyguards, I have an important matter to ask."

Duke Silver Moon was almost furious.

Cyril no longer focused on his father's study, he shifted his position to the Marigold Paradise, and began to check what his mother had left behind.

He always thought that the source of the accident was his father, but his mother was also killed at the time. Could it be that the so-called "motivation" came from his mother?

"You mean, the one that was stolen at the same time as Leok was actually still here?" Gray Harrier's face was filled with disbelief, "How is that possible!"

How could he not think of it!Leok's mansion was stolen because it was her mother's old house, and her mother had important things to store, either in the Marigold Paradise, or in Leok's old house.If the person who came here was looking for something about his mother, since he went to Leok, why didn't he come to Erma?

Blaise kept it from him!As an insider, he knew very well what the purpose of the visitor was, and he concealed the news of the theft no matter whether he handed it over or not.He really spared no effort to bury that secret!

Cyril also opened her mother's photo box, opened her old letters, and even read the notes written on her favorite books line by line.The mother treasured all the notes that she had exchanged with her father. When her father was there, she lived with her father in White Castle. When her father went out on business, she moved to Marigold Paradise. When she looked up in the manor, she could see her father at a glance. The small balcony outside the study, sometimes when she was in the manor and he was in the castle, they always liked to talk in this way of asking the servants to pass notes to each other.

She likes to write his name on the paper, in classical and beautiful cursive characters, circles are circled on the slanted and rounded lines, with a slightly exaggerated arc at the end, and she said, William, where are we going for a walk after dinner? Little things like that.My father would come back later and say, Erica, the flowers in such and such a place are blooming, let's go to see them together, etc.

There was a note that said, William, it's time for you to get me a new diary.

Cyril rummaged through the study with a blank expression on her face.He thought he might know what one of the stolen items was.

— Mother's diary is gone.

Cyril turned to the only letter from her mother to her father.He also got a piece of information that he couldn't tell whether it was important or not.

The letter was very short, only two lines, and it was sealed in a straight envelope with wax varnish, and the edges had turned yellow due to being pressed under it all year round.The handwriting is very light, slightly twisted, and seems to be trembling due to weakness.

Mother wrote, William, he was born, a boy.William, he is so beautiful.

Cyril could tell at a glance that it was referring to herself.

He was a little dazed.Could it be that his father was not around when his mother gave birth to him?Otherwise, why did the mother inform the father that he had been born by writing a letter?But how is this possible!Alma has been passed down for several generations, and the birth of an heir is definitely a big event. How could his father not guard it?What made the father have to leave the mother and leave the White Castle?

No, there is another possibility.The mother did not give birth to him at the Marigold Manor!Mother was not at White Castle at the time.So she and her father have to communicate by correspondence.But why is she not there?

There were more and more fans, Cyril felt her brain was bulging and hurting, she put down the things in her hands, sat on the chair for a long time, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Nothing told him more than these things, that his parents had loved each other so much.

"I know that even if I find the truth, I can't save you... But I have to find the mastermind behind the scenes, so as not to be buried inexplicably like you."

Even before he found the murderer, he already felt that it was so painful to uncover the stories of the past.

Little Mandela Estate.

It was nearly dusk when the lady in charge of etiquette rushed back to the manor. Little Blaise was waiting for her at the side door. When she saw her mother coming back, she ran over and hugged her leg, smiling like a little angel with a soft face. Same.

She was planning to go back to her room and change her clothes, and then ask the housekeeper what was going on in the manor when she was away for the past few days, when she saw a familiar person walking towards her after walking a few steps.The straight black suit had a serious tone, but the blond hair and handsome face with dimples made it look a little casual.

He stopped in front of her and nodded: "Miss Daisy, sir invites you to have dinner with our little Blaze."

She is still unmarried, and although she has adopted a child, she is still called Miss Daisy.

Daisy was slightly startled, and immediately bowed: "Thank you. My honor."

—The owner of the manor has returned.

She was employed by the royal family, which is already the highest honor in the industry.After she terminated her contract with the royal family, the social circles in London rushed to send her invitations, but she only found a Manchester employer among them, who was still Italian. To be honest, she even thought about it in hindsight. They were all a little surprised.

But these years in Little Mandela were indeed the most relaxed time in her half life.Stay away from the social circle, stay away from intrigue, stay away from hypocrisy and arrogance.

This manor is in the name of Mr. Leander, and the person she serves is Mr.'s cousin, an Italian lady who is studying in England.She was a very intelligent and temperamental young lady, with a charming figure and a dignified demeanor. She had a baby face that seemed to never change. She had a pair of cat-like eyes. When she smiled, there was a hint of cunning. Too much.

After the lady returned to China, she was supposed to look for a new employer. The husband saw that she really liked this place, so he kindly offered to provide her with another job to help manage the manor and train new servants.

There are housekeepers and servants with special positions in the manor, but they are not lifelong and uncirculated.The master just uses the manor as a temporary resting villa, and it will only come during the important season of the Manchester United game, so the loyalty of the servants is not required.If there is another good job that wants to leave, it will not be blocked, but the housekeeper needs to recruit new people to fill the vacancy. Daisy needs to be responsible for the training of these new people. The housekeeper is also responsible for the decoration and purchase of the manor Will find Daisy to discuss.

She was tired of the extravagance and hypocrisy of the upper class, but after having little Blaise, she liked such a peaceful and comfortable life all the more.So I am very satisfied with this new job.

However, although Daisy has been in this manor for many years, in fact, Daisy has not seen Mr. Leander very many times.

She has stayed in that place full of flowers and brocades for quite a long time. She has seen all kinds of people, all kinds of nobles, and even tasted the elegance of royal families in various countries, but she couldn't help but hold her breath. There were only two people who looked sideways for fear of being burned by the glow.

One is the master of White Castle.She used to think that his father was already unimaginably handsome in the world. When she was young, the scene of the Duke and Duchess walking side by side was so beautiful that even the sun, moon and sky could not help but lose their color, but this time the Duke of Silver Moon was obviously even better. .The other one is Mr. Leander.

"Sir, I've been waiting for a long time." It was just an ordinary dinner, Daisy put on her makeup, changed into a more solemn dress, and put on a blue children's suit for Blaise.Because of her industry habits, she often wears black, and her style is always called old-fashioned in private, but she is meticulous and never makes mistakes. She still wears black gauze on her arm.

"Sir, good night." Little Blaise looked up at the owner of the manor, and said in a lively and clear way.

The man who was talking to the person beside him stopped, turned his head, glanced, and laughed. "Take your seats, Miss Daisy." Then turning to the child, "Good night, our little Blaise."

The butler helped to pull out the chair. "Thank you," she said.

"Thank you." Blaise followed suit and thanked him, his cute face coupled with his old-fashioned posture made people couldn't help but frown.

"I'm sorry." Mr. Leander noted the black veil around her arm. "My condolences."

"Thank you, I'm fine." Daisy thanked, "My brother walked away very well." She didn't want to say anything like wishing him a safe journey in heaven, because she knew very well that he was destined to go to hell.

The gentleman nodded kindly, turned his head and continued the unfinished conversation.

There were not many people sitting on the long table, and there were no women except her.Most of them are wearing formal black suits and dresses, and a few of them are very characteristic. The color selection is very classic. The yellowish check pattern and stripes of the dresses make it look quite textured, with a retro beauty that was popular in the 80s and [-]s.When they noticed that her eyes swept over, they all smiled and nodded at her, very friendly.

Some faces are familiar, they are people who often follow Mr., some are unfamiliar, but they are all quite young, the highest is no more than 34 years old.Daisy didn't know what kind of business Mr. Liander was running, and she also abided by her duty and didn't dig. She only acted very decently for Mr. Leander, so she knew there was nothing wrong with his origin.Therefore, even if she clearly felt that the aura carried by some people had a sense of chilling coldness, she remained calm and did not reveal anything strange.

Before the banquet, Mr. Leander said something in the ear of the butler, and the butler went out to explain something, and when he came back, he rang the bell, heralding the start of the dinner.

The servants served the pre-dinner wine and snacks in an orderly manner. The transparent and clear wine rolled out a graceful arc in the glass. That brilliant man.

"Wish us a happy gathering." He raised his glass.

"May we have a happy gathering." Everyone raised their glasses and drank them all.

His short golden-brown hair was combed back, not neat and smooth, but a little loose and casual, revealing a full and beautiful forehead.High nose bridge, shallow lips, perfectly curved chin, his eyes are deep and mysterious, like the quiet night, the color is so beautiful and quiet, so blue that it is said that the blue contains ink.This is the appearance of the gods in mythology, gentle and indifferent, indifferent and abstinent, diametrically opposite senses mixed with each other, but there is no violation.Just like his voice, it is as soft and delicate as velvet, as slow as the sound of an organ in the wilderness, but it is so quiet that it reminds people of the ocean where countless stories are buried.

He is also wearing a black dress suit, a white shirt and a gray-blue vest. The smooth and expensive fabrics and classic style outline his tall and straight figure. There is a tie clip with the same color jewel on the dark blue tie. He didn't take off his gloves even after eating.

Not long ago, the countenance of the Duke of Silvermoon was still in his mind, and Mr. Leander added new strength to the shock.

Oh my God, Daisy couldn't help sighing like this every time she watched it. Your Excellency the Duke is the cold dawn, but Mr. Leander is the warm night.

The author has something to say: 7.25

Lance: I'm everywhere.

Snake spirit disease, you are not like this in front of Cyril!

Heather is the national flower of Norway, and it has a beautiful translated name, Erica.When I first conceived the outline, I wanted to name Cyril's White Moonlight Erica. Later, after carefully thinking about my personality and life, I chose the name of the God of Flowers for Klauris, and named Erica to the Duchess.

Hehehehehe congratulations on getting the new skills, I just wanted to finish the ancient sword and then deal with it with all my strength, but the ancient sword was written so hard that I couldn't even produce it, and then I saw some friends running to other places At the bottom of the article, leave a message and say to me, please go and update Ou Shinan, go!Shouting one or two made my heart melt... Ahem, so.

(Wan Niang’s face) I’m going to travel again tomorrow, Kaifeng, to go to my old classmates, um, um, summer vacation is such a good time, how can I stay at home when I have to run around... Then just let it go.

[small theater]

Ulysses: My Redemption

Don: My Dawn

Lance: my devil

Veronica: my eyeball

Aurora: My God

Lawrence: My Star

Claus: My Lover

Yuli/Don/Lance: ...

Vera/Aurora/Lawrence: Well done!

Lance: Hehe

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