Tome of Blood

  Chapter 33-33-Sudden Assassination

   "Meow! Do you know how that **** died?"

   "Drunk to death! He turned out to be drunk to death! He was a poor bum, and he died drunk in a tavern!"

   "Damn it! What's the difference between this and telling Lord Cat that he was killed!"

   "But, do you know what's even more outrageous?"

   "Meow! Master Cat went to the underground black market with a hand crossbow, and found that there were private soldiers from the Duke's mansion secretly reselling the hand crossbow in the black market!"

   "Before the special mark on the hand crossbow had time to erase, Master Cat secretly compared it and found that it was exactly the same as the hijacker's hand crossbow!"

  Nice the black cat was outraged.

  However, after hearing what it said, Charlotte's expression was relatively calm.

   "Huh? Aren't you surprised? Miss Charlotte, ah no, great master?"

   Seeing Charlotte's thoughtful look, Nice's heart moved slightly.

   "What should I be surprised at? The death of the tramp, or the fact that the hand crossbow came from the Duke's mansion?"

  Charlotte replied lightly, and took a sip of milk.

   Now she really believes that after becoming a blood race, her heart has been affected to some extent. After hearing that someone was silenced, her mood did not have any major disturbances.

  Even... she had already vaguely expected it.

   "Meow! I know you seemed to have expected it before asking me to investigate, but don't you think it's weird!"

   "You said there is such a coincidence in this world?"

   "Master Cat just started looking for someone, and when he found clues on his front foot, the person on his back foot died!"

   "Master Cat just started to investigate, and before he started to contribute, there was a clue that the Duke's mansion was reselling hand crossbows and hit his face! And it just happened that the special secret mark of the Duke's mansion hadn't been erased in time!"

   "Meow! The person behind this, is it a fool to be a cat master?!"

  Nice became more and more angry, and the cheeky cat's face trembled a little.

   "So... your judgment?"

  Charlotte finished drinking the milk in the goblet and tapped the cup lightly.

  Nice immediately understood, and hurriedly filled her up like a dog's leg, and then said in a trembling voice:

   "Conspiracy!"

   "This is a conspiracy!"

   "Someone is forging the illusion that the Duke's Mansion hijacked you! They are framing the Duke's Mansion, and want to provoke the relationship between you and the Duke's Mansion!"

   After finishing speaking, Nice widened his amber eyes again, and looked at Charlotte expectantly, like a kitten asking for credit, but found that Charlotte was still calm.

  It jumped in the heart:

   "No way? You already guessed it?"

  Charlotte glanced at him, but did not answer directly:

   "How long has it been since I was kidnapped to the abandoned manor to when the witcher knights rushed over?"

   "About…half an hour?"

   "How far is it from the abandoned manor to the nearest demon hunting camp?"

   "Eh... According to the time of our return trip, if we hurry up, it will take about fifteen minutes."

   After speaking, Nice stopped.

  It widened its eyes, and suddenly realized.

  Charlotte took a sip of the milk and continued:

   "Fifteen minutes, one back and forth is half an hour."

   "However, this is the speed that can only be accelerated..."

   "You said, how could it be possible for a homeless man who reported the letter to go to the station of the Demon Hunting Institute to report the letter in such a short time?"

   "No hesitation, no hesitation, no time difference, and running so fast?"

   "And coincidentally, Captain Kara and the others also arrived at that station?"

  After hearing Charlotte's words, Nice's complexion suddenly became ugly:

   "Conspiracy! This is a conspiracy! This is a planned performance!"

   "No wonder the hijacker is that kind of unreliable free mercenary. I'm afraid the people behind the scenes didn't intend to successfully hijack you at all!"

"maybe."

  Charlotte shook her head slightly.

  She touched the crossbow in her hand, and said quietly:

  "Everyone thinks I'm just a child with no strength, and no one knows that you are secretly following behind the carriage."

   "Perhaps, the hijackers are also prepared with both hands. It is good that the hijacking is successful, and it doesn't matter if the hijacking is not successful."

   "Perhaps they originally wanted to make a time difference, but they didn't expect that something went wrong in the middle. After finding out that they couldn't succeed, they naturally withdrew and did not continue to connect."

   "Although the free mercenaries at the bottom are unreliable, they will not get their hands dirty. These guys are not as slick as those experienced mercenaries. They will leave marks everywhere when they do things, so as to avoid being used as a gun!"

  Nice accidentally glanced at the girl:

   "You know a lot about free mercenaries."

   "Fortunately, after seeing the Duke's son, I found related books in the church hospital to make up for it."

  Charlotte said indifferently.

   "However, if this is the case, then it would be interesting meow, the hijacker's reaction is so quick, it seems... the rescue team should be an insider with a report!"

  Nice's eyes narrowed slightly.

  Charlotte was noncommittal, with a chuckle:

"maybe."

   One person and one cat looked at each other, and said nothing, a figure appeared in their mind at the same time.

   "Go and investigate him."

  Charlotte said coldly.

   "It's a little troublesome this time, he is a nobleman after all."

  Nice scratched his head.

   "Huh? Questions?"

  Charlotte glanced at it lightly, and the light of the low-level prestige technique flashed across the pupils.

   "Uh...meow, no, no..."

  The black cat, who wanted to take the opportunity to sell some misery to give himself extra hard work points, immediately stopped talking.

  But soon, it looked solemn again:

   "Miss Charlotte."

"Um?"

  Charlotte squinted at it, quite powerful.

   "Er...no, Lord, Master."

  Nice immediately changed his words.

"Say."

  The girl nodded in satisfaction, and took a sip of milk.

  Nice took a deep breath, and looked seriously at the seemingly innocent but extremely evil old monster in front of him:

   "With all due respect, do you really plan to attend the banquet at the Duke's Palace in a week's time?"

   "I know the great... um, honorable one, you will get back what belongs to you sooner or later, and regain the glory of the past."

   "However, you haven't recovered your strength after all. No matter what the truth is, the Duke's Mansion is inevitably involved behind this hijacking. I think... it's better to be careful!"

Um?

  When did this guy get so interested in my "evil god" recovering his strength?

  Charlotte looked at the black cat in surprise, wondering if the other party had misunderstood something recently.

   "It's okay, instead of waiting for the opponent to make a move, it's better to take the initiative to attack. After all, it's easy to hide from an open gun, but hard to defend against a hidden arrow."

   Charlotte said.

   "It's easy to hide from an open gun, but hard to defend against a hidden arrow..."

  Nice chewed on these two sentences, and always felt that the other party was worthy of being the one in the legend. He said something casually and said it quite well, and he planned to write it down and pretend it in other places.

   One person and one cat were chatting, when suddenly, the silver bell connected to the gate of the manor rang.

  Charlotte got up and looked out the window, and found seven or eight carriages coming to the gate of the manor, with the family crest of the Castell family painted on their sides.

   Looking at the carriage full of servants, she smiled slightly:

   "It is Quasimodo who has returned."

   "Let's go, pack up and have a look, he seems to have brought a lot of newcomers."

  …

"Owner!"

  In the hall of the manor, Quasimodo's eyes lit up when he saw Charlotte coming down from the stairs, who was giving a lecture to the new servant.

  He saluted the girl tremblingly, and said respectfully:

   "Master! Quasimodo has lived up to your expectations and successfully recruited twenty newcomers!"

   At the same time, the new servants standing in a row behind Quasimodo, who had put on the uniforms of the Castel family, also saluted Charlotte unevenly, buzzing chaotically:

"Owner!"

   Quasimodo's face was instantly embarrassed, and he lowered his head in shame:

   "Sorry... Master, that... They may be a little bit different from what you imagined..."

   "It's okay, not bad."

  Charlotte is quite satisfied.

  Although it's a bit messy, as a newcomer, it's fine, so there's no need to be so demanding.

   "Is the origin clean?"

  The girl who had already had enough to drink waved her hand to decline the new milk offered by the dog-like black cat, and asked.

   "Innocent, all of them are innocent. I have carefully checked them one by one, and I have also checked and searched them. They are all safe."

   Quasimodo said respectfully.

   After finishing speaking, he hesitated and added:

   "However, they were all temporary servants of small merchants and nobles in the past. They have no experience working in big families at all. It may take some time before they are qualified for the job..."

   "It's okay, just take your time."

  Charlotte smiled.

  She took a step, walked in front of the newcomers, and carefully looked at them one by one.

  Some people lowered their heads in fear, some showed flattering faces, some looked curious, and some saluted respectfully.

  Charlotte's footsteps stopped instantly.

  She once again looked at the newcomer who had just saluted her respectfully, thoughtfully.

   Seemingly noticing the gaze of the new owner, the newcomer who was saluting hurriedly lowered his head, slightly possessed himself, and his posture became more standard and respectful.

  Charlotte's smile disappeared immediately.

   "Keep your head up."

   She ordered coldly.

  The servant paused, then slowly raised his head, his face was a little pale, and he seemed a little nervous.

  Charlotte looked at him quietly, a faint light flashed in her pupils.

  The prestige technique was instantly blessed, and the girl chuckled, but her soft and weak voice seemed to carry the pressure that penetrated into the soul:

   "You have good manners."

   "Tell me, where did you learn it?"

   Quasimodo and the new servants changed countenance.

  Facing the girl's bottomless gaze, the servant's forehead immediately began to seep beads of sweat.

  He began to tremble all over, gritted his teeth suddenly, and took out a gleaming dagger from his arms, roaring and stabbing at Charlotte's chest:

   "Demon of Castel! Die!"

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