"Oh my God, this is not true...how could this be true!"

Mrs. Christine, holding anonymous letters, stood up, and flipped over the things on the chair and dressing table in panic. Her body staggered to the tea table again, breaking the gap above, making the room messy, but she herself seemed to have seen nothing, just staring at the letters in her hand, almost fainting on the ground, and finally had to lean against the wall to support herself.*1*1*.

"Ah, madam!" The noise was so loud that the servant knew that if he didn't want to lose his job, he could not pretend not to see it and entered the room. "What's wrong with you? Your face looked pale. Did something unexpected happen?"

"...Nothing," she replied reluctantly, "I want to go out and get some air and don't keep up."

Mrs. Christine shook her steps outwards. Her walking was really dangerous. The servant couldn't help but say, "Can I accompany you to the garden?" He was worried that if an accident happened, the count would definitely take his anger on him, a little man.

"No! You are not allowed to come here, let me stay alone for a while!" she said hurriedly.

After rejecting the attendant's concern, Mrs. Christine left the main house alone. Instead of going to the main venue of the banquet, she came to the back garden through the corridor. Under the moonlight, the back garden, which planted vegetation slowly, was a hint of gloomy in the quiet.

She stared at all the scenes in a daze. The originally bare anus in her memory was now planted with poplar trees and big maple trees with branches, making the shade cover the front and back of the house. The front of the house is usually a gravel road half-covered in weeds. But here is a walkway made of grass.

The deepest part of the anterior courtyard is a spire. The tall tower that had been idle for twenty years has now been renovated. The memory is cold and gloomy, full of disgusting smells, which almost makes people feel as if they smell the old breath, but now they have a lively face, emitting the fragrance that the owner of the house loves, revealing satisfying light.

Earl Kanslav is a man who likes military life, so he especially likes this arrow tower that was originally built to defend against other places. Although it has lost its original function and has changed from defending enemies to a pure decoration, he still spent a lot of manpower and material resources to renovate the arrow tower. Now people are different.

The Count liked that when he entered the house, he could touch his weapons with just a stretch of his hand. His eyes could be resting on his beloved paintings, his beloved dog would shaking his head and waving his tail to welcome him in the veil, and the pleasant singing of the birds made him very happy.

So the house, which woke up from long sleep, became energetic like the palace where the sleeping beauty was in the forest. The birds sang, the flowers were in full bloom, and the servants happily traveled between the backyard and the main house, some working in the kitchen, and they slid down the stairs they had built the day before, as if they had lived in this house for a lifetime, and some working in the carriage. There were boxes of numbered carriages available, which seemed to have been there for at least fifty years.

Mrs. Christine entered the arrow tower and looked around. After finding no one was paying attention, she immediately touched the wall and found a mechanism skillfully. After pressing it down, a secret door opened in the darkness behind the stairs. She hurriedly slipped in.

There is a room with simple arrangement inside. Magic crystal lamps, tables, large beds, no extras, and the surrounding walls are made of soundproofing facilities. No matter how loud the sound is, it will not be transmitted outside.

This secret room has not been used for at least ten years. It is covered with sand and dust, and the air is slightly turbid. After a trance, Mrs. Christine finally got rid of her past memories. She found the desk at the corner of the table, quickly took out the pen and paper, and quickly wrote a few lines of words on it, ignited the fire and burned the paper. The words written on the paper turned into crystal runes, flashing in the void, and gradually disappeared.

This is a specific one-way message transmission. After one party follows this process, the other party can know the content of the message. It is an excellent means of confidentiality and will not leave any traces. 1(1)

"Hopefully he didn't destroy the receiver..."

Mrs. Christine murmured a few words, then quickly calmed down and walked towards the venue. She met many acquaintances along the way, and they all said hello in a hurry.

Acquaintances were talking, praising her for finding a good son-in-law. If she were in the past, she would definitely be proud of her and then smiled and greeted her for a few words. But now these words will only make her heart even more messy, and a feeling of anxiety gradually spread.

When she arrived at the venue, she saw Edmund inside, the young and handsome young man holding a wine glass and telling the guests some interesting stories about the countryside with graceful posture, which made people laugh from time to time.

Before tonight, Christine would only be satisfied with this future son-in-law who is about to become a part of the family and would be happy to find a good partner for her daughter. Her appearance, etiquette and family background are impeccable. Although she is a bit fickle, this flaw is not a big problem for the nobles. Except for the man who married into a big family, a noble with status and status, if he doesn't even have a lover, he is truly rare.

Even the Earl of Kanslav raised lovers outside, which was a certain way for men to brag about each other. No one was perfect, and Christine also gave him understanding and tolerance. As long as he did not bring people home, he would not cause any scandals of illegitimate children fighting for property in the future, and everything would be with him.

The fickleness is the fickleness, as long as the private life is not corrupt, there is nothing to blame. In the aristocratic circle, there are so many things that are incredible. Once it is revealed, it will surprise the strange stories of friends. Compared with the overall level, Edmund is a good citizen.

There are inevitably some mother-in-law's feelings to add points, but overall Mrs. Christine is supported, but the letter just now shattered her thoughts.

She stared at Peter in a daze, as if she wanted to see something from that face. Earl Kanslav, who was chatting with the guest, noticed something was wrong with his wife. He didn't think much. He just thought it was uncomfortable, but it was a bit rude to stand in the venue like this. He hurried over and asked with concern while pulling the person back to the corner.

At this time, Miss Alina also appeared. She smiled and held Peter's hand. The two stood together. The man was handsome and the woman was beautiful. She was really an impeccable pair of golden boys and jade girls. She looked very similar to a couple.

All this beautiful thing was something that made Mrs. Christine happy in the past, but now it only makes her even more upset.

"What's wrong with you tonight? If you feel uncomfortable, go back to your room." Earl Kanslav fulfilled his husband's duties. He was also a good man praised by everyone. He had a great reputation in the aristocratic circle and his moral character was impeccable.

At this time, the engagement process was once again. With Elina and Peter as the center, many people rushed over. Mrs. Christine opened her mouth and wanted to speak out to stop it.

"I can't let...yes, I suffered a little cold in the evening. My brain was a little hot. I originally wanted to hold on, but now it seems that my body is not as strong as I imagined."

When the words were spoken, she still swallowed them back. After all, she felt a little lucky in her heart. She hoped that the contents of the letter were fake and a prank by someone who was interested. She could not destroy her daughter's happiness just because of a message that no one even knew the sender was. If she stopped it in public, if it proves that the contents of the letter were fake in the future, it would be difficult to recover.

What's more, even if it's all true, you can't make such a fuss in public. You can't even make your family scandals public. Even if you want to stop your marriage, you should do it privately. Moreover, if she inserts in and stops it now, what reason should she use to convince others?

Just saying that you don’t like the other person? This is obviously not a good reason, but it will cause others to suspect it, but the real reason cannot be told, otherwise it will not only destroy the reputation of the Kanslav family.

With all kinds of concerns, Mrs. Christine chose to hide her questions for the time being, and finally returned to the room worriedly.

...

Socrates's family was a luxuriously decorated house. There were two huge portraits hanging on both sides of the door, which depicted the story of the Dawn Angel fighting with the Night Demon. The picture on the left depicts the Night Demon defeating the Dawn Angel. The Demon King drove the Moon Chariot to drive the Dawn Angel to the West, while the painting on the right depicts the Dawn Angel launching a counterattack at dawn, and the Archangel of Light drove the Sun Chariot tore the Night Demon Legion apart.

There are about two thousand volumes placed around the room, each on both sides of the room. One side is completely modern legendary novels, and even new ones published the day before can be found in this solemn row of golden and red covers. On the other side are ancient works by celebrities, among which the ages can be traced back to a thousand years ago, have the value of antiques, and there are many lonely books.

Opposite the room is a greenhouse, filled with porcelain flower pots with strange flowers and plants. In the middle of this wonderfully scented flower room, there is a pinball table, and the pinball is still on the velvet cloth. It is obvious that someone has just played with it.

"Oh my God, this is not true...how could this be true!"

An old man with gray hair and thin face held an urgent report in his hand, with an incredible expression on his face, his face turned from purple to blue, from blue to white. Finally, he sat on the chair with his chest covered, stretched out his trembling hand and took out a medicine bottle from the cabinet and poured it into himself. After a while, the ups and downs of his chest and abdomen calmed down, but his face was still ugly.

As time goes by, the old man's face is covered with wrinkles, gray hair, and the number of black hair is far less than that of white hair. A wide golden-wire-framed eyes cover up his towering cheekbones. His hands are thin and covered with thick calluses. If anyone's first impression is based on this face and these hands alone, he would think that he was a worker or farmer in the past, rather than the patriarch of a big family.

Rich people know how to maintain their care. No matter how old or wrinkled, they will not look like this weather-beaten. The clothes worn by the old man prove that he is indeed a very rich person. The layout of the room is exactly the same, the texture of the clothes is also excellent, the work is meticulous, the decoration is simple, but it is quite tasteful, and they are all good things shipped from the Commercial Federation. The griffin leather belt alone is valuable.

This old man was indeed the patriarch of the Socrates family. He was the oldest man in the family. When he was young, he had worked in farming, gardening and other work. Later, because of his descendants, he was a powerful figure like Julius. At the same time, the status of the entire family rose with the rise of the ship. He gradually moved towards the demeanor of the old nobles, but he still retained the traces of hard work when he was young.

The old man carefully looked at the contents of the letter, and repeatedly used instruments to identify the signatures on it, and finally confirmed that everything was true.

He sat down on the chair dejectedly, and instantly grew ten years older and older. He was like a patient who was about to die. He stretched out his hand weakly and pulled the emergency bell rope next to him.

As the ringtone rang, the sound of rapid footsteps rang in the corridor. The housekeeper and his children rushed over. They thought it was a heart attack again. In fact, the purpose of installing the emergency bell rope was also to make it easier for him to summon others when he was critically ill.

"Father. What happened?"

"Master, can you be healthy and do you need medicine?"

"Master, your face is ugly. Do you need to summon the doctor?"

Faced with all kinds of inquiries, the old man waved his hand. He opened his mouth but couldn't speak. Finally, he simply pointed to the urgent report on the table, and closed his eyes with a tired look on his face.

The old man's eldest son, Julius's elder brother, picked up the emergency report first. After a look, he was shocked and stood there. The others were surprised in their hearts and doubted the contents of the emergency report, and they all guessed the contents above.

They passed them one by one, and their reactions were all the same, all of them were dumbfounded. No matter how well they were cultivated, they were frightened by the information above.

"Fake it! This must be fake! This is the trap of financial fraud. We use dangerous news to deceive us into making ourselves messy. When we start selling goods, we will buy everything at a low price. I have seen such tricks too much! What is the Nine Snake Pirates? Go to hell! There are cardinals behind us. Dare to provoke us is equivalent to declaring war on the Holy Alliance. The heresy judges will not let them go. There are no such idiotic pirates in this world!"

The eldest brother yelled first, but no one agreed with him, leaving him alone yelling in a low voice.

Because there are still rational people who understand that the reliability of this news is at least 80%. After all, it is meaningless to make a fake news on this kind of news. As long as someone is sent here to check it, it can immediately confirm the truth or falsehood. With such a great influence, it is impossible to rely on people here to obey everything without asking.

On the other hand, if you really want to make a false fool of the Socrates, the anger that comes is not something that ordinary people can afford, and this nature has far exceeded the scope of fraud.

Some of the less psychologically weak have already had a cold body. When they think that they will lose their current life and return to their poor and difficult days before, it feels like they are in hell.

The Socrates family became famous because of Julius. Before that, they were just a big family in the countryside, and their greatest wealth was the pasture at the doorstep. It was because they had suffered and experienced the process of going from frugality to extravagance that they were even more reluctant to go back to the past. They understood what kind of life it was.

"A lie! This must be a lie! I don't want to go back to a small countryside!" The eldest daughter covered in jewelry shouted loudly, "By the way, even if the matter is true, tell the second brother about this, let him mobilize the Templars and the omnipotent heresy judging team! Yes, define all the damn pirates as pagans who believe in evil gods, and then kill them, grab all the things they eat, and let them spit out all the food they eat!"

With her leading the way, the rest of the people also remembered a great man with great power in their family, and they started to shout, as if they wanted to use roars to drive away the fear in their hearts.

After a while, the old man shouted: "Shut up! I'm asking you to come here to discuss an idea, rather than letting you clamor like broilers in the vegetable market!"

Seeing that everyone else was panicked, he calmed down instead. The elder's power was still there, and everyone was silent, and then all their eyes looked at the old man.

The eldest daughter was uneasy and said, "What else can I think about? Let the second brother take action. If the news is fake, let's not forget it. If the news is true, I will send someone to wipe out all the brave pirates and snatch back the merchant ships and their treasures!"

"Shut up! Long hair and short knowledge! Do you think the Templars of the Holy Alliance are our servants? If you want them to go out, they have to obediently help you get back your property?" The old man slapped the table angrily. The majesty of the ancient parents scared the eldest daughter and shrunk her neck and did not dare to talk nonsense.

After calming down, the eldest brother also analyzed: "Yes, we should not disturb my second brother before confirming the authenticity of the news. On the contrary, we have to hide the news and not disclose it. If we know the second brother, we will finally confirm that the news is fake, which will only make people laugh."

The old man nodded and said, "After a wise man, I'll send someone right now... No, I'll send someone to trust me, but you can go to the east port and go to the headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce to confirm the authenticity. In addition, you must be prepared if you want. Once the news spreads, countless people will come to collect debts. Over the years, we have borrowed a lot of money. We have also borrowed loans from banks before, all for the sake of Julius's face... Everyone will take stock of the assets and take out all the things they can. At this time, you can't be selfish and overcome the difficulties together. By the way, Dow Jones, you proposed at a family meeting that investing in the magic train of the Commercial Federation now seems to be invalid. You will collect all the funds back. In the current situation, we can only give up investment." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!