Shaman from Afar

After the black-haired wizard left, the old housekeeper silently closed the door of the hall.

A figure carrying a cane suddenly appeared next to the empty curtains, gradually condensing like a drop of water; the young and current Earl of Zane was pale, sitting in the position of the newly-haired black wizard, his expression tired.

"You said, did he just discover me?"

"His last sentence raised his voice deliberately, maybe it means something." The old butler replied lightly, walked to the wine rack of the fireplace, poured a glass of vanilla wine, and put it quietly Count Zane:

"Lord Loren is a famous caster of Eboden. His Highness Brandon was chosen not only because of his superb swordsmanship."

What the servant has to do is answer questions, not make judgments for his master.

"For his caster of this level, this kind of gadget is probably not the same." Throwing the cane to the old housekeeper, the young Earl of Zane picked up the glass tiredly:

"Don't deliberately pierce it, but also for the face of both parties?"

"This is good for both parties. You have just succeeded to the title as a young man. Once you have been informed of the conspiracy with your cronies of His Highness Brandon, the consequences will be very serious."

The old housekeeper said with a deep voice, silently reminding his master: "No matter what this outrageous Lord Loren Turin wants to do, you cannot be implicated by him-inside and outside the family, there are many eyes looking at you . "

Staring at the mellow color of the wine in the glass, a hint of sharpness flashed on Count Zane's face, and the hand holding the glass was shaking slightly.

Siscott's death hit the Chaun family unprecedentedly, not only did the family lose their unity, but also the old nobles who had originally surrounded the Chaun family.

Recalling their smirking expressions when they came to comfort, and the scourge buried under that face, Count Zane felt uncomfortably sick.

The followers who had been loyal to the family turned into bloodthirsty beasts ready to pounce in the blink of an eye!

"... Don't the Zahn family hope ..."

At the moment when Loren Turin said that sentence, the young Count Zahn almost exposed himself!

He remembered his grandfather who fell in the pool of blood while in the banquet hall of the Wizarding College ...

I remembered my **** face ...

I remembered that when the grandfather fell down, they were in awe of the family, and the respectful guests, none of them extended a helping hand to the dying grandfather ...

Those scared faces, in retrospect, seemed to be extremely mocking, ironic, and gloating, as if they had been waiting for a long time!

"Let the hands-on person come back and tell them that the plan is cancelled." Earl Zahn said in a deep voice: "As for Lord Loren Turin-whatever he wants to do, let him go."

"The Zahn family won't help him, but he doesn't have to stop him deliberately, just wait and see the changes."

"Master, Master Lusak Kovo may be really innocent, but many people are expecting him to die." The old housekeeper's face changed:

"And whether you can get revenge for Lord Siscott ... It is also related to your status in the family, but not at this time ..."

Raising his hand to stop the old housekeeper, Earl Zane, who took the wine glass, took a deep breath and suddenly raised his head to drink!

The wine enters the deep throat, and the hot breath penetrates into the inside.

"I know ... Although my grandfather didn't respond when he died, I'm completely clear now ... Those people wanted to borrow the hands of the Zahn family to open the knife."

The young earl looked up, and a portrait hung on the wall of the hall. It was the previous Earl of Zane, his grandfather Siscott Zahn.

Normal painters will deliberately beautify their employers to make them look like the saints in the Holy Cross Church, compassionate or merciful, kind and respectable ... No one does not like to see such "self" or ancestors.

But Siscott Zahn is an exception. He gave the painter twice the price. In the oil painting, he looked arrogant and his jaw high; his eyes were fierce, his beard raised and his angry brows ...

Like a tyrant.

As strong as the Zahn family, there is no need to pretend to maintain power; but only the dazzling, daunting Earl of Zane is a good Earl of Zane.

Such an old man who feared and awed everyone, his grandfather ... it was so fateful.

Earl of Zane's eyes became more and more fierce, and his teeth clenched: "The former minister, the leader of the Zhan family, the leader of the noble faction ..."

"Actually regarded by them as a **** that can swing at will!"

"Really ... what makes sense!"

Click!

There was a crack, a crack in the delicate glass.

The old housekeeper bowed his head, no longer postscript.

"As for whether I am eligible to become the next Earl of Zahn, I do not need to rely on such a mean means of trapping." Earl Zahn said blankly, quietly said:

"I will prove it to them personally!"

The voice will fall, and the breath inside will become heavier.

"Find an opportunity to give all the pharmacy recipes that Master Lusak Covo prescribed for his grandfather to this Lord Loren Turin."

"But never let others discover that this information is provided by us, find an opportunity ... to see if it can be leaked."

"Be sure to let him know that as long as he does not continue to explore the secrets of the Zahn family, we will definitely not interfere too much, and we have no intention of enemies with His Highness Brandon-can we reverse the case for Master Lusak, and the result? Still on him! "

With a weary sigh, the young earl put down the glass in his hand:

"Hopefully he is smart enough to understand what we mean."

"Master, is this really appropriate?" The old housekeeper asked quietly: "In this way, Lord Siscott ..."

"Sir grandfather, because of his exhaustion, he died suddenly ... It shouldn't be strange for an old man of this age!"

Earl Zane frowned, his hands clenched into a fist with blue muscles tight:

"I know very well, now I don't have the capital to fight with those people ... at least not now!"

"But no matter how, I can't let those people do it easily-even if they dare to think of the Zahn family as chess pieces, they have to pay enough!"

"I am the earl of the Zahn family. This is my decision and the final decision. There will be no changes!"

"You are the earl of the Zahn family and the only legitimate heir to Lord Siscott." The old housekeeper nodded silently, reminding his master:

"But the elders in the family don't see it that way, nor do they think so."

"If the elders find that you have violated their wishes, these people will no longer care about your face, but take the initiative to jump out and use their connections and resources to push Master Lusak into hell."

"Now you are just puppets for them, and you are the Earl of Zahn only if they wish, otherwise ... it will be like a beggar on the roadside!"

"So ... If Lord Loren Turin really succeeded in reversing the case for Master Lussac, the aristocrats' awe of the Zahn family would plummet, but the connections and resources of those people would also plummet."

Earl Zahn was expressionless and his eyes deepened: "At that time, I was the only one who could stand up, rescue and restore the face of the Zahn family."

"I will be ... the savior of the Zahn family and the only master!"

"The premise is that ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This" Wizard Advisor "really can lively reverse the case for Master Lusak." The old housekeeper reminded again.

"Even if he fails, what loss can I have?" The young earl sneered. "I am the grandfather's only legal heir, at most it is the puppets used by the elders to decorate the facade!"

If in the end it is just a puppet, why can't you gamble?

Awe or respect ... But it ’s just the vision of outsiders, and it has nothing to do with family power. What's the pity of giving up?

As long as I can have enough power to become a true Earl of Zahn, that's enough!

Seeing that the count had made up his mind, the old butler who no longer spoke much bowed his head and turned and walked outside.

"You said, if we are willing to help him ..." The young earl suddenly said: "His Highness Brandon, will there be a chance?"

The old butler with an unclear expression turned around:

"Never possible!"