News spread quickly among nobles.

But the Davis family moved faster than word could spread.

When Siouvel returned to the manor, the Earl was already waiting for him in the study.

There were three envelopes on the table, stamped with blood, each containing a huge check and a bullet.

"There are three deceased people in total, right?" Earl Davis pushed the three envelopes in front of Siovel. "We have contacted the operators of all nearby signal towers. We will keep track of all messages sent out from there tonight.

Identify and destroy.”

Including SMS, MMS, network data...etc.

"The content of the phone call is still being investigated one by one." The count let go of his hand and crossed his fingers, "Is there anything else that needs attention?"

Siovel looked at the envelope and confirmed the name of the deceased.

"Find a suitable organization and immediately declare responsibility for the shooting to the media."

"You don't need to tell me that." The Count smiled with interest, "The video of the attack has been made. Many people shouted 'Terror Attack' and then swarmed to the safe passage... This is not realistic enough.

?"

Xiovir rubbed his eyebrows.

The Davis family handles this kind of thing very well.

From the moment of their marriage, they have been the most powerful allies of the Xiovir family.

Compared with most arrogant and incompetent nobles, Earl Davis is a cunning and fierce wolf. He has been on the battlefield, killed Somali pirates, and also hunted whales and bears.

Most of the time, he keeps his tail between his legs, humble and without a sense of presence. But when his allies hunt, he will quietly follow behind to deal with the remains, eating up the enemy's bones without leaving a trace.

The Theowells and the Davises were like huge checks and bullets in envelopes.

They can use some overwhelming force to force others to remain silent.

When Earl Davis saw that Siovel had not spoken for a long time, he could only spread his hands and said: "Okay, Edmund, we have seen things much worse than this. Don't make such a face."

Xiovel raised his eyebrows coldly: "Of course, you don't have a son who goes to a promiscuous party."

"I have a daughter who goes to promiscuous parties," Davis said calmly. "Have you ever seen me angry? No, I'm not angry at all. As long as she's having a good time."

"She" refers to Snolet.

"Besides, the main reason why you are unhappy is not because of Arnold." Earl Davis picked up the black tea cup and drank it all in one gulp. His thick, calloused fingers were completely incompatible with the delicate porcelain.

When he smiled, his teeth turned yellow and he looked very hideous.

"You are unhappy because someone else touched your things."

"Both." Siouvel didn't have any mood swings.

Davis always had a hard time seeing emotion in that overly beautiful face.

He is a born politician.

It can incite emotions without emotions.

Davis suggested: "If you are really dissatisfied, I can send Arnold to a military school."

"He will come back noisily in less than three days." Xiovel has not yet decided what to do with Arnold, "Let's wait until school starts."

"So..." Davis put down the cup gently and asked in a cautious tone, "is this matter over?"

Xiovel looked at him for a long time: "Yes."

Davis took a breath, then spread his hands and asked: "There is no suspicion?"

"No." Xiovel stood up from his seat, holding the scepter in his hand, and said calmly, "No one's inheritance will change, and no one will be punished. We are still the strongest alliance."

Davis also stood up and bowed to him: "I will take care of the follow-up work. I hope to see the 20th anniversary photo of you and Tilin in the New Year, Your Majesty the Duke."

He smiled gently, like an ordinary loving father.

"certainly."

The midnight tea party will end soon.

When Siouvel went out, he saw Arnold flashing past the end of the corridor with his peripheral vision.

I don't know how long he has been hiding there waiting.

He may have thought that he would be taught a lesson alone, but Siovir actually had no time to care about him.

Karan was still being treated at the first aid station.

She went into shock in the car, and Siouville transferred her to the ambulance and then took her back to the manor.

There were no external injuries on her body, at most there were a few shallow bruises, which would disappear tomorrow. But Xiovel couldn't rest assured. She looked really bad. There was no consciousness in her eyes, and they were so hollow.

In the darkest and darkest moments, there was still fire in her eyes.

But not now.

When Siovel walked out of the castle, the housekeeper suddenly came over and whispered to him: "Your Excellency, there are reporters at the door..."

"Why are there reporters? Didn't Earl Davis handle it?"

"No, it's not a reporter covering tonight's incident." The butler handed him a business card, "It's a reporter from "Under the Scenery"..."

Xiovir impatiently blocked the piece of paper with his scepter: "Why don't they give up? Documentary cameras are not welcome at Thorn Bird Manor."

He rushed to the first aid station, where Karan lay quietly in the glass room.

He remembered that he had actually prepared a Christmas gift.

But that Christmas, they didn't get along well, and the gift couldn't be given out. Karan never prepared a gift for him, which was, of course, a good thing in a sense - she wouldn't know when he turned forty.

On his birthday, there is no need to wish him a happy Christmas with his own family.

The gift he gave may be a bit romantic.

But once Karan brought it to the forefront, it turned ugly.

As she said herself.

They are not in a relationship where they can give each other gifts.

Xiovir walked in quietly, his leather boots making no sound.

There is only one blue night light left in the ward.

Siovel stood beside the bed, stretched out his hand, and slowly lifted up a piece of black hair on the pillow.

Karan didn't feel it. She frowned and looked like she was still in pain despite being in a coma.

Theovir found her too fragile.

Will she be strong and full of struggling vitality only in front of him?

Neither Cyrus nor the nobles at the party could easily break her.

Only he can't.

Why can't he alone?

Xiovir felt driven by a strange and twisted force. He followed his long hair and touched Karan's neck, which was slender and fragile, defenseless.

he can.

He should be able to, too.

Kill her at will, torture at will, and make her unable to resist.

He is nobler than everyone else, so he must be able to do it too.

Just push a little harder.

He took control of her life and death and decided her fate.

He deserves to be her master.

Under the moonlight, Karan's eyelids trembled slightly.

Xiovel quickly retracted his hand, his heart beating very fast.

Is she going to wake up?

No.

She is still sleeping.

Not stable.

Xiovel stretched out his hand again, paused in the air, then took it back, slowly covered it with warmth, and then touched her neck.

This time she didn't react.

He stroked her gently, from her neck to her jaw and then to her cheek.

Why can't he?

He doesn't understand.
To be continued...