The second half of the night.

Saddle Inn, Loft.

Oden was yawning in his mouth, leaning against the windowsill railing, not far from his feet, and Barlett was sleeping heavily while holding an empty wine bottle and snoring loudly. The smell of alcohol in his mouth and nose could even be smelled in the air.

Although the air flow in his body dispersed most of the alcoholic spirit in his body, the remaining alcoholic stimulation still affected his nerve consciousness, sleepiness, dullness, and blur... Even so, he was always forcibly staying awake.

He was waiting, waiting for the return of a certain team.

However, what he was waiting for was an unexpected person.

"who?"

Even if his thinking is slow and his perception is relaxed, Auden still notices a person lurking in quietly.

"Are you Oden?"

A tall figure suddenly jumped from the beam on the roof of the attic and asked back to Oden.

"I am Oden, who is your Excellency?"

Oden looked vigilantly at the figure exposed in front of him, and his right hand unconsciously touched the long sword worn by his waist.

"Don't be nervous, I'm Alchem. Lord Xialan ordered me to contact you." The figure stood still, his voice calmly.

"Evidence!" Auden said without any slacking off.

Alchem ​​was silent and said, "No, but next I will make you believe in my identity."

"It's a pity that it's not convenient and not safe now." Auden calmly glanced at the sleeping Barlett not far from his feet.

"The reason? Is it because of outsiders?"

As soon as he said that, Alchem ​​obviously keenly captured the subtle observation movements of the other party's eyes just now.

"Part." Oden's expression became more and more serious.

"What about the other part?" Alche asked.

"I'm waiting." Oden said.

"Wait?" Alchem ​​was silent again, and for a while, he said, "The army that had gone to Salland Manor before you wait?"

"You know?" Oden said unexpectedly.

"Of course, and I also know they're about to return."

Perhaps it was confirmed Alchem's words, Oden suddenly turned to the distance of the windowsill with some awareness, and saw the familiar guards squadron appear quietly in the darkness of the night.

"How do you know?" Oden quickly turned toward the other party.

"Because I happened to meet them when I came." Alchem ​​said calmly.

"It seems we need to talk in another place."

...

“Is Eckhart a failure?”

In the bright study, Viscount Moroen leaned against the comfortable chair with his eyes closed and rested. After listening to the latest information sent back by his subordinates just now, his fingers that gently tapped the armchair gradually stopped. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes slowly opened, and he spoke after a long time.

"Yes!" said someone in the shadow of the bookcase.

"I need to know the detailed process of Eckhart coming to see me." Viscount Morrown said calmly.

“Follow your orders.”

After the figure in the bookcase left, Viscount Morrown hummed slightly in his nose, which was unknown.

Time passes slowly. The brilliance of the purple moon in the night sky blooms with the last brilliance before dawn, immersing in the quiet atmosphere where everything is quiet. Unexpectedly, the creaking sound of the door ruins the wonderful state of mind.

"Mr. Viscount, Eckhart is ordered to come and meet!"

Stepping on the soft and exquisite floor on the floor, Eckhart was still wearing armor, the only difference was that he did not wear a helmet.

He had short golden hair. His thin cheeks, which were not handsome, showed a sense of perseverance and unyielding temperament. The most eye-catching thing was his narrow and deep eyes, as if he had a soul-sighted power all the time.

Viscount Moroen didn't move, as if he was in a deep sleep without any response. For a long time, he sighed softly, and his drooping eyelids opened little by little.

"Eckhart, I need an explanation."

"I underestimated the other party's bottom line." Faced with Viscount Morrown's accountability, Eckhart said extremely calmly. "Before I took action, he suddenly seriously injured His Highness Pandelia. Assuming that I took action regardless of everything, His Highness Pandelia would die."

"Has the worst result happened? So that's it!" Viscount Moroen shook his head with a faint smile: "It seems that we have all underestimated this man's determination to be burned with us, or rather, this is their only way to survive in a desperate situation."

"Before leaving, he asked me to convey a word to you." Eckhart said in a deep voice.

"Let me tell me." Viscount Morrown said lightly.

"There are no eternal enemies in this world, only eternal interests." Eckhart said.

"What he said makes sense, but the problem is that he is not qualified to negotiate with me now." Viscount Morrown said in a cold tone.

"I don't think so!" said Eckhart.

"Hey, did you find anything?" Viscount Morrown said in surprise.

"I didn't find it, but my intuition told me that the man named Drank Xialan must have follow-up measures to fight us!" Eckhart said.

"What? He finally couldn't help but invite the person behind him?" Viscount Moroen sneered.

"It shouldn't be. He told me that he is not the one from "the ancestors' public opinion" and "the tower of magic"!" Eckhart said.

"Will you believe it?"

"I believe it."

Viscount Morrown didn't know whether Eckhart should be naive or naive. The most unreliable thing in this world is your enemy!

"Very good, let's wait and see." Viscount Morrown thought casually.

"Do we stop everything next?" Eckhart asked.

"Send secret whistles to monitor them at all times." Viscount Morrown said.

"Abide by the order!"

"You can quit."

After Eckhart left, Viscount Morrown was left in the study. He leaned on the back of the chair and raised his head, staring blankly at the ceiling above his head. After a while, he lowered his head, and supported one hand on the armrest and gently supported his forehead as if he was thinking.

“Eckhart hid something from me.”

In the empty study, Viscount Moroen suddenly murmured to himself.

"perhaps."

A strange voice appeared in the shadow of the old tall bookcase.

"What news did you find?" Viscount Morrown whispered.

"He didn't lie, he just ignored something that seemed irrelevant." The bookcase's shadow voice said.

"For example?"

"Drank Xialan pointed out his identity when he met Eckhart, and Eckhart admitted it very frankly. Furthermore, Eckhart led the Guards' Corps to evacuate for a short time. It was obvious that he returned to Salland Manor, and we don't know the specific things that happened!" said the shadow voice.

"What a worrying guy!" Viscount Moroen snorted coldly.

"Compared with Alonsos, Eckhart is already reassuring." Shadow voice sighed. "What we should care about most at this stage is not these, but the implementation of the final plan!"

"Yes! But the question is how to correct the mistakes in the final plan? The young man named Drank Xialan is very difficult. Just by seriously injured Pandelia and forced us to compromise, he could see his cruelty!" Viscount Morrown said with a gloomy face. "If I had known that I would have directly placed Pandelia on her in house arrest when she came!"

"It's over here, it's useless to say more." The shadow voice said: "I have a concern, I'm afraid Drank Xialan will really have follow-up methods to disrupt our plan next!"

"I didn't expect you and Eckhart would have the same view?!" Viscount Morrown said in shock.
Chapter completed!