Working Prophet.

Chapter 11 No Miracles

"...Blanco is still young, and he is unable to rule the green field at all." Ilea's uncle, Lucio, a puffy man, said while wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

"That's not a problem. If Blanco finally inherits his father's fiefdom, I, as a mother, will naturally assist him until he becomes an adult." Vanessa puffed her chest out, "Of course, I will definitely be inseparable when the time comes." Thank you for your support.”

"Or we can directly choose a mature lord." Alisa said.

"Blanco may not be mature enough, but Ilea is not much better either. The only thing that will grow in her body is age, and," a hook-nosed man with gray lop ears paused, " Guys, don't forget, her mother is..."

"Watch your words, Dias," interrupted the hook-nosed man, the only old woman sitting in a chair. She hadn't spoken in the previous debate between the two sides, but once she did, everyone Words carry weight.

"Ilea has long ears and red pupils, which means she is an Arias and has the right to inherit. In addition, your previous words were too rude, and I don't want to hear similar words again."

"My fault." The man named Dias apologized with a shrug and readily admitted.

The old woman glanced at the other people again, and said in a deep voice, "I think everyone's opinions are almost expressed, let's start voting next, we have already wasted a lot of time for the three adults and your friends, yes It's time to decide on the next Patriarch of the Arias family."

The old manager who had stepped aside before hearing her words stood up again and announced.

"The election of Lvye's successor will be held next. I hope that everyone will put your family first, exercise your voting rights carefully after careful consideration, and once you express your position, you will not go back on your word."

He paused for more than ten seconds, and said loudly, "First of all, those who support Blanco, please raise your left hand."

As soon as the boss finished speaking, Ilea's stepmother Vanessa and her younger brother, the man named Dias, raised their hands impatiently.

One of them is Blanco's mother and the other is Blanco's uncle, and they will undoubtedly stand on the side of their blood relatives.

Ilea was not surprised by this, but she subconsciously bit her lips. Seeing that no one agreed, a look of joy flashed in her eyes, but the look of joy did not stay for long and soon turned into stunned.

Because she saw another person raised his hand not far in front of her.

"Uncle Antonio, you..." Miss Rabbit jumped up because she was too shocked, but before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by the manager.

The latter looked at her with a serious expression, "Please pay attention to your own manners and keep quiet, Miss Ilea, it is now the voting session, and candidates have no right to speak. If you have any objections to the results, you can submit them after the voting is over." , or I will disqualify you from candidacy."

When Miss Rabbit jumped up, she retracted as fast as she could, and obediently closed her mouth, not daring to breathe again.

She kept comforting herself in her heart, it doesn't matter, even if Antonio broke his word and turned his back on his honor suddenly, Blanco only got three out of seven votes, and it wouldn't affect the final result.

And that is indeed the case. When it was Ilea's turn to vote, she also got three votes. These three votes came from her great-grandmother Ona, aunt Alisa, and uncle Lucio.

In this way, the two sides fought to a three-to-three tie.

At this time, Alisa took out a letter from her bosom, and solemnly handed the letter to the boss, who carefully checked the sealing sealant, and after confirming that it was intact, opened it in front of everyone.

His eyes quickly scanned the above content, and then raised his eyes to look at Ilea, "It seems that Lord Torres has made his choice."

Miss Rabbit felt her heartbeat had never been so fast, it was almost jumping out of her throat.

She had already decided in her heart that the first thing she would do when she became the lord was to find some excuse to kick her uncle who was talking nonsense out of the power center of the family.

The latter just promised her last night that he would choose her today, but he broke his promise in less than half a day. If the Arias family is full of such people, how can it be possible to achieve revival.

Fortunately, there are enough people who support her, otherwise she will be cheated to death this time.

"Blanco, Mr. Torres chose Blanco." The old manager finally revealed the final suspense.

Ilea didn't react when she heard the first two words, she waited in a daze to accept the congratulations, but soon her expression changed drastically, and she exclaimed with an expression of seeing a ghost.

"It's impossible! It's impossible. Uncle Torres can't choose me! Aunt Alisa, you told me that Uncle Torres would stand by my side. Was this letter secretly replaced by someone? ?”

Alisa also had a serious expression on her face. She took the letter paper from the boss, and looked at it from beginning to end, but her expression became more bitter. She said with difficulty, "This is indeed Torres' handwriting, and there is no trace of alteration."

"No, it won't! There must be something wrong, it's not true! We have to suspend the election, send someone to the capital, find Uncle Torres and ask about it."

Miss Rabbit couldn't accept this reality at all, as if all the bones in her body had been taken away by someone, she collapsed down like this while muttering.

If it wasn't for Alisa's sharp eyesight and quick hands, she probably fell to the ground just like that.

That would be embarrassing, even though she doesn't look much better now.

The old manager looked at the girl with pity, but he has been the manager of the Marquis Mansion for almost 200 years. He has served the three Marquises of the Figuerola family successively, and he has helped deal with many similar things.

In every election, there are winners and there are certainly losers.

So sympathizing with him is still a matter of business, and asked, "Miss Ilea, you said there was a problem in the election process, do you have evidence?"

"I..." Ilea opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't know what else to say.

She must have no evidence. After all, so many people in the hall were watching, and the entire election process was open and transparent.

She just couldn't accept that she had lost the battle for heirs, and what was even worse was that until now she didn't know exactly where she had lost.

"If there is no evidence, please respect the final voting results." The boss reminded, "For the sake of your family and yourself, it is best not to make similar remarks from now on."

At this time, people in the hall had already started congratulating Blanco, and the newly-baked head of the Arias family also seemed quite excited, throwing all his mother's previous instructions to the sky and shouting.

"Now that I am the head of the family, can I order the execution of Sister Ilea?!"

"What nonsense are you talking about, Blanco, no matter what you say, Ilea is your sister, your relatives, you can't hurt her." Vanessa lovingly stroked her son's little head.

The latter felt a little regretful when he heard the words, while Vanessa turned to look at Ilea again.

There was a winner's smile on her face, "You just stood there without saying a word, I thought you had grown up, Ilea, but you are still the same as when you were a child, once things develop as you hoped If you're different, you'll start crying, and it looks like Ruth has spoiled you all these years."

Miss Rabbit's chest was heaving violently. She tried her best to maintain her last dignity, not wanting to show her weak side in front of people she hated, but tears were rolling in her eyes.

Ilea couldn't even hear what the people around her were saying. What happened just now was like a nightmare to her.

She hopes that someone can wake her from this terrible nightmare, tell her that it is all fake, and that there is still room for redemption.

But the remaining sliver of reason told her that it was over.

There are no more miracles.

Those preparations that she thought were foolproof and devout prayers for more than ten days in a row could not help her in the end. For a moment, Ilea's belief in the gods was also slightly shaken.

When I need help the most, what are those high gods in the Kingdom of God doing?Did you listen to my prayers, and if you did, why were you indifferent?

The girl thought to herself, full of disappointment.

Please, no matter who it is, please respond to me, as long as it is enough, I will repay him twice in the future, build a big temple for him, and believe in him unconditionally~
The girl prayed weakly in her heart, like a drowning person waving desperately, trying to grab the last straw.

Then she heard a somewhat familiar voice from the crowd.

"some."

"what?"

"We have evidence." Li Yu said.

(End of this chapter)