Earl Guian: Elf Butler comes to solo

Thanks to Bruce's animal friends who showed them the way in the forest, they quickly returned to the mansion. In the living room, Bruce scratched his head and said, "Nothing will happen to Mr. Greener. After all, there are so many people on the other side."

Emily thought about it, seeming to be thinking about the possibility of Greener's death, but she quickly shook her head: "Probably not. When he asked me to come to work in the mansion, he easily defused my tricks. . And he is so handsome, no matter what God says, he should not let him die directly."

Cromway, who was bandaging Hubert's wound for the second time, said: "That's right, that man. If we were to fight, all four of us might not be able to beat him. Back then, back then, he made me collapse with just one punch. I just kept my promise to work here and be loyal to the Earl."

"Hey, it seems that I am the lucky one. I have never fought with Mr. Greener, and I don't know the specific strength. It was the Earl who persuaded me to come. I was originally a Dutch, and now the war between England and the Netherlands has really started. It seems The Earl was right at the time." Bruce said silently.

"Hey, that's great. Speaking of Hubert, how did you get here?" Cromwell asked the injured Hubert while sighing.

"Ah, this," Hubert was a little embarrassed to say. Could it be that he was originally weak and incompetent, but he was the Marquis of Lunshak who was rumored to have been killed by Count Iveyhead some time ago. He could only rely on the ability of the contracted elf to make a fortune. Wei, was this ability given to him by his elf before he died? He would definitely be despised to death.

Ivy was walking up the stairs while listening to their conversation. She maintained absolute confidence in Greener. After all, she also knew that Greener should be very inexperienced when it comes to elf power, but when it comes to close combat, physical fitness and other things , Greener is the strongest among the elves.

"Cromway, you go clean up the corpses in the backyard." Even though there were several walls, Ivey could still smell the smell of blood. She has always been very sensitive to this smell, and she doesn't know when she developed the feeling.

An hour later, the door of the mansion opened. The old clothes, gloves, and hairstyle were not messy at all. Everything remained the same as when they were first seen. There was no blood stain on the body. If it weren't for a faint smell, The smell of blood made Cromwell think that Greenle was not going to kill anyone but just hanging out for a while.

"I knew you would be fine," Cromway said. There was a somewhat thankful look on his face, as if he was glad that Greener was back safe and sound.

"Yes." Greener just agreed lightly, and then asked Cromwell: "Do you know which room the earl is in now?"

Cromwell shook his head and said: "It should be in the library. I remember seeing the Earl reading a book before. Anyway, the Earl only went to three places in the mansion besides eating, the bedroom, the library, and the music room. room."

Greener agreed and went to find Ivey.

In the book room, Ivy was flipping through a Catholic book, and there were some books about Protestantism and the Bible next to it. It seemed that Ivy was ready to make a quarrel with the group of Protestants who dared to attack her without knowing the heights of the world.

"Greener, go and investigate what those Protestants are going to do next, and stop them before they do." It can be seen that in Ivey's eyes, these Protestants are no different from dead people.

"As you command, Earl." Greener bowed.

"Also, get rid of the smell on your body. The smell of blood is too strong." Ivy frowned and seemed a little uncomfortable. She didn't understand why the smell of blood was amplified several times. It was like a kind of Characteristics, the kind you are born with.

Greener brought his sleeve closer and smelled it. Even he could hardly smell the smell of blood, but Ivy could still smell it. He didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. It seemed like he would have to clean it up next time.

"Lord Priest, those who were sent to assassinate Earl Iwehead were all killed, and none of them came back. What should we do? Has Earl Iwehead discovered our purpose? What if we are discovered?" A small man said The man said.

“Enter at the narrow gate, for broad is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and many are those who go in there; narrow is the gate and hard is the way that leads to eternal life, and few are there who find it. ." A man in white clothes held an open Bible in his hand and said slowly.

"Yes, then let's stop our actions against Earl of Iveyhead and attack Earl of Clarendon, okay?" the little man continued.

"Yes." The man in the white robe nodded and disappeared in front of the little man, as if he was melting into the darkness.

The little man took a breath and said to the door: "Okay, okay, the pastor is gone, you can come in."

A little girl about five years old walked in timidly. When she came in, she looked around, as if to see if the priest was really gone. Finally, her eyes looked at the little man. People said: "Brother, is it really okay to kill others like this? Will God forgive us?"

The little man touched the little girl's head and said softly: "If those people are killed this time, then we Protestants will have a reason to survive in the UK. This is for more of our compatriots to live. I think God will forgive us."

"But" the little girl seemed to want to say something else, but the little man made a silencing gesture to her.

The little man said: "Besides, these things were all done by me. If God really wants to punish me, I will be responsible for it alone. You, the pastor, and other brothers and sisters will be fine, but nothing will happen."

"Brother, that pastor is really weird." The little girl looked at the little man with candid eyes.

"No, the pastor is very magical. He can disappear and appear anywhere. He can cure any disease. He is also devoted to our new religion. Moreover, he promised me that if these things are done well, he will Cure your disease and no one will hate you anymore. Joe, trust me, okay?"

The moonlight shone into the church, and I saw that half of the girl's face was severely burned, and half of her head was still bald. She looked extremely ugly, but her eyes were very bright and twinkling, as dazzling as starlight.

"Well, then I believe brother."

Note: Because the author does not believe in any religion, he does not know much about the names of Catholicism and Protestantism. If the name is wrong, please leave a message to correct it. Thank you.