Chapter 642

The long night will pass, just as the dawn will come.

The flame burning all night was finally extinguished, but it was a pity that the original towering Bain cathedral was almost only a charred broken wall. There was a piece of scorched earth between the ruins. The statue of the Holy Cross with only coke broke in the morning breeze and fell into the scattered ashes.

Although she was prepared, Charlotte couldn't help holding her breath when she walked into the ruins of the church.

The burning smell in the air made her want to vomit. The scorched earth and ruins under her feet seemed to laugh at her weakness, vase and powerlessness, as if those remnant Huan were laughing at her own smiling faces one by one;

Under the scorched earth and ruins, the scorched arm seemed to be holding her throat and asking why she didn't save herself;

The statue of the Holy Cross, which fell in the ashes, is looking down on itself with righteousness and solemnity, yelling at its failure to do its duty to protect faith.

Priests and nuns persecuted by heretical churches, archbishops who died, rebellious nobles who fell under the knight's sword, collapsed cathedrals

All of them are loudly reprimanding themselves. Why did Charlotte Turin fail to fulfill her responsibility as the count of the red blood castle? Why did it embarrass the Turin family and rely on the strength of outsiders to avoid losing face?!

Why, why can't I do all this well and not become the head of Turin compared with our ancestors?!

Her face turned red, Charlotte's shoulders clenched by Bei's teeth trembled slightly, and her firm face left two slight invisible tears... She now had an inexplicable impulse to destroy everything she saw!

But in the end, she squatted down silently, picked up the fallen statue of the holy cross again, and fixed it on the charred table; Despite the dust and skirt on the ground, he knelt down slowly and prayed with his hands folded.

Time seemed to stagnate at this moment, slowing down before dawn.

At this moment, a leisurely, even footstep came from behind; The countess, who breathed slightly, calmly opened her eyes, got up and looked back. Charles, who looked as usual, was bowing to her meticulously.

"Count."

"Charles." Charlotte instantly recovered and nodded slightly, "have you found him?"

"We found Lord Loren in the altar of the cathedral... Exactly after Lucian and the wizard ayin." the housekeeper nodded. Of course he knew who the count was talking about.

"Really, how's it going?"

"Not very optimistic... His injury is very serious. Although there is no particularly obvious fatal injury, I'm afraid he can't recover immediately - all his armor has been broken, he has a high fever and is very weak. It's hard to imagine what a terrible battle he has experienced."

Charles looked a little dim and sighed softly: "and so far, Lord Lorraine is still in a coma... There is no sign of waking up."

"What?!" cried the count subconsciously.

"Ah... Don't worry. According to miss Ariel and wizard Ayn Rand, this is not the first time he has encountered this situation - it's just a serious loss of energy and his body needs enough rest... Well, that's right." at this point, even Charles himself showed a strange expression.

Although he is not a doctor with superb medical skills, he is only "energy loss" after such a serious trauma, and it is not the first time

Loren Turin... Is he a man or a monster in human skin?

"Really?" Charlotte was obviously skeptical. "They... Really said that?"

"There is no empty word." Charles nodded slightly. "Although I have some doubts, these two know the wizard at the top and are Lord Loren's friends... There should be no fake."

"Probably." thinking of Miss Ariel's attitude towards Loren, Charlotte couldn't help shaking her head: "now that the heresy mission has been solved, the next problem is the problem in the red blood castle."

"Red blood castle?" Charles frowned slightly.

"Do you disagree?"

"No!"

"But if you have shown it, don't pretend - it's not loyalty, Charles." the countess snorted, "if even you become an echo, don't I really be an earl who should be overthrown, as the rebellious nobles say?"

"Of course not!" the housekeeper hurriedly said, "I just feel that after the turmoil all night yesterday, what the people and nobles of red blood castle can stand has reached the limit. I'm afraid if we continue like this..."

"Limit?" Charlotte interrupted him with a frown. "Do you think it would pass if I stopped strictly controlling and pretended that nothing had happened?"

"At least let's cover up for a while to prevent the news of the destruction of Byrne cathedral from spreading..."

"Impossible! The more things like this are covered up, the faster the news will wear." Charlotte looked dignified and glanced at the ruins around her. "A wizard can pretend to be asleep for a while, but our business has just begun."

"In order to sweep the whole city and have no time to call up the fiefdom army, I have sent the only guard in my hand - as a result, only one fifth of those who got the news have been lost, and the real number is definitely only a lot more."

"Even if martial law is organized, the people who see the cathedral destroyed are still unknown. I'm afraid this matter will be known by tomorrow night, and all the worshippers of the Holy Cross will know that the cathedral has been destroyed in our hands!"

"What will be the attitude of the priests of all Byrne and the Church of the imperial capital?"

Charles looked pale and lowered his head.

Charlotte's tone was tired, and her voice was full of weakness: "there are denouncements from the Earls of Byrne's thirteen leaders, and the censure of the heavenly palace... All can't be dealt with at will."

"Not to mention a group of people waiting to see my joke, to see that the Turin family who lost the Duke title will lose face and dignity again in front of the whole empire; without prestige and glory, we don't even have the status of at least being on an equal footing with each Duke family!"

"At that point, what will be left of the Principality of Byrne, the red blood castle, the Turin family... And what will be left?"

At this point, Charlotte's expression was more bitter: "maybe... This will be the last time I will be called the count of red blood castle; at that point, even the family will have to find a guy who can inherit the title from other branches."

"Absolutely not!"

Charles suddenly knelt on one knee, his trembling pupils facing the countess's four eyes: "in the name of the Holy Cross, I swear, you will always be the Lord of the red blood castle, which will never change!"

"Really?" Charlotte smiled wearily, nodded and looked at her housekeeper. "Let's work together for this goal, Charles."

The calm housekeeper's eyes were firm: "so... Have you made a plan?"

"It's just a preliminary idea, but... It's what I've decided." the countess's face did not change, as if she had regained her old dignity:

"First of all, we must not sit back and watch this matter known by the heavenly palace - let Knight Youlun grow back. I want to write a letter to him to the imperial capital and send him to betray the governor's house of Bain against the Holy Cross, resulting in the destruction of the cathedral. First, we must convey the original to the emperor's majesty. We must let the heavenly palace give us a statement!"

"Then... Issue a notice to all Byrne that, as the count of red blood castle, I will reconvene the round table." Charlotte, with a calm face and no waves in her voice.

But Charles, who heard this sentence, widened his eyes and shook all over: "count, do you, do you want to..."

"Put pressure on the heavenly palace? Of course we should do so... Otherwise they will continue to humiliate us like ordinary ministers; in addition, even if I don't do so, don't others have such plans?"

Like asking herself or asking in reply, Charlotte calmly but resolutely said slowly: "only the Turin family can hold a round table, which is absolutely... We must completely eliminate their ambitions before others have this idea!"