Chapter 660

The count of storm Castle finally didn't entangle too much with his "ignorant" brother. After two sarcastic words, he turned and left; His elegant and calm smile and the calm housekeeper of red blood castle are completely positive and negative extremes.

Before leaving, Aton didn't forget to look at the black haired wizard meaningfully. The way he said something made Charles's face darker.

This is really... How complicated the black haired wizard's mood is at the moment.

It was not until Aton finally walked away that Charles finally turned around with a sigh of relief; He looked around in awe, and then couldn't wait to come forward: "Lord Loren Turin, do you know how dangerous your behavior was just now?"

"Danger, I don't see any danger."

Suddenly, Loren, who was questioned, chose to pretend to be a fool and showed a suddenly realized expression: "is it difficult... He just hid a dagger in his hand and was ready to kill me?!"

"Poof -" Lucian behind the black haired wizard almost laughed.

"Please be serious, I'm not kidding you!" Charles frowned more tightly and looked black as if he were bitter. "AI... Please tell me what the count of storm Castle said to you."

"There was no specific content, just a general chat." the black haired wizard shrugged and looked natural: "complained about how he was driven out by Charlotte... The history of the Turin family and Byrne... And why you ran away from home, about that."

"That's all, that's all?" Charles was too worried to care about the words.

"That's all." Lauren nodded affirmatively and stretched out his hand behind him. "If you don't believe it, you can ask Lucian. He saw it all the way."

Almost as soon as the voice fell, the gray pupil boy standing aside immediately turned his head; Pretending not to hear anything and suddenly interested in antique paintings on the wall.

The red blood Castle housekeeper sighed heavily and took a long deep breath to calm himself down.

"Lord Lauren, allow me to rudely remind you that Aton glenwell is not an easy role to deal with, and his ambition and danger are beyond your imagination!" Charles said with an ugly face and forced calmness:

"If it were not for his own sinister intentions or some sinister to terrible evil plan, he would never choose to meet you at this time point. There must be a secret!"

"Really?" the black haired wizard raised his eyebrows in surprise: "sinister... Plan?"

The red blood Castle housekeeper sighed helplessly: "I don't blame you for not knowing him yet; but I know him very well, and this understanding may even exceed my understanding of myself... So I know very well how dangerous he is!"

"So please tell me now what exactly is it for which Aton glenwell is talking to you at this critical time?"

With that, Charles put his hands behind his back, his eyes were burning, with some pressing pressure, motionless waiting for the black haired wizard's reply.

Loren did not speak immediately, but looked at the red blood Castle housekeeper in front of him.

Mentor Dalton once wrote in his notes that what the questioner wants is not the answer, because there is already a predetermined result in his heart; What they want is confession.

So... What's Charles glenwell's answer?

Or what is the result he is most worried about?

Remembering Aton's proposal, the black haired wizard fell into meditation; The conditions given by the other party can not be considered bad or even perfect. With the marriage of storm castle and red blood castle and the establishment of the "anti Connaught alliance", all problems can be solved.

However, Loren hates being led by the nose. The lessons of eboden and Golovin are too profound.

Looking at Charles with bloodshot eyes and a Turin family Golden Lion crest on his chest, the black haired wizard suddenly had a thought.

"... because of some difficult words, my brother and I broke up when we were very young; if the Turin family hadn't been willing to take him in, this guy might have left Bain and gone somewhere else..."

That should be what Aton said.

"We talked about Charlotte," Lauren said.

Charles did not move, apparently waiting for him to go on.

"He claimed that he would support the Turin family to become Duke of Byrne again, but hinted that even if Charlotte did not become Duke, Byrne would still be a supporter of Brandon de sallion." lorenton said:

"But we didn't talk about this in detail; moreover, he said it in a very vague way, as if he had something to say but didn't want to make it clear."

Charles still didn't speak.

"That's all, that's all." the black haired wizard shrugged.

The steward of red blood castle took a deep breath: "Lord Loren Turin, I don't mean to aim at you; but please understand my concerns and don't forget the count's trust in you."

"I know..."

"No, you don't know." Charles looked at Lauren with burning eyes, and he could see that he was biting his teeth: "that night, the count almost gave up most of the red blood castle and his palace, and had to guard around the cathedral and wait for you to return safely;"

"The United Chamber of Commerce, Yoder chamber of Commerce, and your private agreement with the wizard Association, she knows that she just doesn't say anything; even the time you intercepted the Yoder chamber of Commerce caravan, she just fired at you;"

"On the night when you first showed signs of waking up, she was also the first to rush to your room and sit at the head of your bed in disorder; i... I have never seen the count so flustered."

"Count, she... Really cares about you more than you think, Lord Loren Turin." Charles murmured, his eyes sharpening:

"Never, never let her down, let alone betray her!"

The dark haired wizard was silent.

"If the count of... Storm Castle talks to you again next time, please be sure to tell me and the count exactly what he and you said, and don't hide anything."

"No matter what he is planning or has any ulterior ambitions, we can't let him succeed - that's all my request. I hope you can understand it a little."

The voice fell, and the red blood Castle housekeeper with a heavy face bowed slightly and turned away.

"Charles!"

With his head down, Loren suddenly opened his mouth and shouted to the housekeeper who was about to leave.

Charles did not turn around, his hands behind his back, and looked back expressionless.

"There are a few things I'm suddenly curious about, and I hope you can answer me." the black haired wizard looked indifferent and asked casually, "when did you become Charlotte's housekeeper?"

"It was four years ago that Charlotte Turin became the steward of the red blood castle." Charles calmly replied, "as for serving the count... We almost grew up together."

"Watching Charlotte gradually change from an ordinary girl to the count of red blood Castle who bears the burden of family fate and the Lord of Turin; maybe she will become the Duke of Byrne and inherit the great cause of the black Duke in the future." Loren continued:

"You must feel a lot after all this?"

"Of course, although this metaphor is not appropriate... But like you and Lord ain Rand, we have experienced many hardships and setbacks together." Charles stroked his chest and nodded: "I am very honored to be her servant."

"Just... Servants?"

Lauren stared at him.

Charles looked slightly ill. "What on earth do you want to ask?"

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else." the black haired wizard smiled inadvertently: "it's just that you almost grew up together, and Aton told me that Glenville and Turin are connected by blood, so it's inevitable to think you..."

"That's all. There's no more." Charles stared at Loren. "My loyalty to the count is absolute. It won't change at all until the end of my life!"

"... I see. I see."

In the sun, Lauren, standing in the shadow, smiled sincerely at Charles:

"I believe you."