Chapter 234： Night detective

Step on...

Amid the heavy footsteps, a team of heavily armed guards patrolled past.

The light of the torch gradually dissipated as they went away, and the courtyard was once again shrouded in darkness.

In the shadow of the corner, Ke Lin slowly accelerated his pace, following the smell of blood, he gradually came to the northwest corner of Fengdie Fort.

A strong smelly rushed towards his face, almost fainting Colin.

That is the smell of horse dung.

Only then did Colin realize that he had come to the stable.

damn it!

Colin cursed secretly, and the smell of blood was covered by the smell of horses, and it was a bit difficult for him to tell where the source was.

But fortunately, this place was already on the edge of Fengdie Fort, and Colin searched them one by one nearby.

Soon, he once again found the source of the **** smell-the clock tower.

This is an old bell tower that has experienced hundreds of years of wind and rain. The mottled exterior wall and the vines on it are all traces of time.

clang!

At exactly one o'clock in the morning, the ancient clock tower made a dull and hoarse sound.

Colin hid in the shadow not far away, but did not immediately step forward.

Because, just now, after a rough investigation, he has found three secret whistles around the clock tower.

There must be a problem here!

However, Colin was not sure to enter the clock tower without alarming the secret whistle.

Just as he was about to leave, the heavy door of the clock tower suddenly opened.

Amidst the creak, a wheelchair was pushed out.

The man in the wheelchair couldn't see his face, but Colin had guessed the identity of the other person.

Earl Morrison's father-Franco Morrison.

After the death of the old earl, his son Franco was originally the first heir to the title, but unfortunately, Franco was seriously injured in a battle many years ago and has been paralyzed so far. Therefore, the title of earl allowed his son, which is The grandson of the old earl, Saiken Morrison, succeeded.

Colin looked at Franco's back, and thoughts flashed in his heart.

Finally, he quietly followed.

Franco's wheelchair was slow, and he was walking towards the inner courtyard along the central axis of Fengdie Fort.

Encountered a wave of guards patrolling along the way, they immediately stopped to greet Franco.

From their greetings, Colin also confirmed Franco's identity.

After following another distance, as Franco was about to enter the main castle, Colin deliberately increased his footsteps and walked out of the shadows.

Franco really stopped.

"Viscount Angele?" Franco recognized Colin in the quiet moonlight.

"You are? Knight Franco?" Colin pretended to meet by chance.

However, this was indeed their first meeting, and Franco did not attend the previous silent ceremony and welcome banquet.

This Franco knight looked more than fifty years old, with a gloomy temperament, a thin face, narrow eyes, bloodless lips, and a fragile appearance.

Long years of paralysis has devastated this once-famous northern knight to the extreme.

"What are you?"

"Oh, I can't sleep late at night, come out and go around, I hope it doesn't disturb you." Colin smiled and walked forward.

Sure enough, the smell of blood became stronger.

"Of course not. I couldn't sleep either, so I came out and turned around." Franco nodded his head and looked at his right hand.

While Colin was in doubt, the maid pushing the wheelchair softly explained: "Master Viscount, Master Franco wants to shake your hand."

Only then did Colin leaned down slightly and took the other's thin right hand.

It was cold and creamy, as if holding a dead fish.

"Sorry, my health is inconvenient, so I didn't attend your welcome banquet." Franco smiled apologetically.

"You don't have to be polite." Colin quickly let go of the opponent's hand and smiled, "You were injured to fight the troll. You are a respectable knight."

Franco laughed at himself: "I'm just a poor worm defeated by the troll, but you, outside the Windhowl Castle, annihilated the 100,000 army of trolls, and cut off the head of the troll emperor with his own hands before the royal city!

Such a record is a well-deserved hero of the North, and a role model for knights!

If it wasn't for my physical inconvenience, I would definitely extend the highest knightly courtesy to you! "

Colin waved his hand again and again, and said modestly: "This is also thanks to the soldiers' bravery to kill the enemy, I don't dare to take credit alone."

Franco smiled, then changed the conversation: "Did Saiken tell you that he wants to marry Miss Nina?"

"Yes. Mrs. Grace did ask Vera to help pull the line for the earl." Colin thought the other party wanted to intercede for his son.

But unexpectedly, Franco shook his head slowly: "Can you tell Miss Vera, please don't agree to this marriage?"

"Oh? Why?" Colin was puzzled now. Isn't this Morrison family "the Saint Hierde"? Why doesn't this one want his son to marry Nina?

The expression on Franco's face was a little gloomy. After hesitating for a while, he asked: "Your Excellency, do you know why the Morrison family insists on marrying the daughter of the St. Hild family?"

"Why?" Colin asked with interest.

"You should have heard of the theory of'blood purification'?" Franco asked rhetorically.

Colin nodded.

This is actually what Bachelor of Dawn told him. Simply put, people in this world firmly believe that blood is an important determinant of the upper limit of the strength of family descendants.

The reason why the Paladin family can continue to give birth to Paladins is because of their noble and holy blood.

Therefore, the nobles of the Glorious Empire had a time when they crazily pursued the noble girls who came from the Paladin family, and tried to marry them home in an attempt to purify their blood.

However, the reality is cruel.

Since the establishment of the Glorious Empire, the number of Paladin families has not increased at all. Those nobles who have married the daughters of Paladin families for several generations have discovered that their descendants have not improved in strength at all.

On the contrary, it was because of this that the power of the Paladin family spread through the means of marriage. Their attempt to purify the bloodline only helped the Paladin family to consolidate the rule.

As a result, gradually, the nobles no longer assiduously seek the daughter of the Paladin family, and the marriage became more pragmatic.

But this Morrison family is the only exception. They still seem to have not given up the theory of blood purification, and are still pursuing the daughter of the St. Hild family.

Franco said solemnly: "The Morrison family is deeply poisoned by this theory. Because of the ancestral training and long-standing traditions, the people can no longer see the reality. Therefore, I hope you can help. I prevent this tragedy from continuing."

"Tragedy?" Colin was stunned. "How can this not be a tragedy?"

A look of pain appeared on Franco’s face: "You may not know that I originally had two brothers, but one of them died at an early age, and the other... was born with a deformity, and it is estimated that he will not live for a few years. He had to endure inhuman pain before being killed by his father...

And my child, Saiken is actually not the only one, but his brothers and sisters...hehe, they are either dementia or disabled!

Therefore, the lineage of the Saint-Hilde family is no longer a gift for us, but a curse! "

Only then did Colin understand what Franco meant by tragedy.

It seems that the long-term marriage has allowed the Morrison family's genes to be gradually assimilated by the Saint Hild family, causing them to be clearly not close relatives, but better than close relatives.

Therefore, the evil consequences caused by the marriage of close relatives gradually appeared in the descendants of the Morrison family.

And this kind of evil result, in the eyes of Franco, who doesn't understand genetics, has become a blood curse.

"Okay. I will pass your request to Vera, but I want to remind you that your mother values ​​this marriage very seriously, so..."

"Thank you so much! Mother, I will persuade myself."

Colin sighed inwardly, this Morrison family was really tangled.

It's no wonder that their direct line is a three-generation single pass.

After that, the two chatted casually again, and Colin found that this Franco was quite optimistic about the current situation in the North, thinking that the current chaos was only temporary and would calm down in a short time.

Colin didn't know if this Franco was only deliberately polite or because he was closed in the fort for a long time, he was a little slow to the changes in the outside world.

However, he didn't intend to go into more details.

He was more interested in why the other party entered the clock tower late at night.

And why is there a lingering smell of blood permeating there?

Of course, Colin also knew that it was impossible to ask Franco directly with such a question, so he accompany him for a chat and then left.

Watching Colin's back gradually disappear into the darkness, Franco suddenly asked: "How long has he been with us?"

The maid pushing the wheelchair shook her head: "I can't be sure either."

Franco squinted his eyes, his eyes gleamed with a cold light, and he commanded in a low voice:

"Add more manpower over the clock tower."

"Yes, my lord."