Chapter 392 Assassination

Although he became a prisoner, the treatment of Marquis Vincent must be different from that of ordinary prisoners.

He would not be held in a prison cell or a prisoner camp, but lived in the side hall of the half-elf palace.

The guards around the side hall are tightly guarded, which not only prevents people from coming in, but also prevents people from escaping.

Of course, eating and drinking will not be bad. There are also young and beautiful half-elf maids who serve the people. If they deliberately forget their captive identity, Marquis Vincent even feels that he is on vacation.

Perhaps it was because it was not the first time he was captured that Marquis Vincent's psychological adjustment ability had been greatly improved. This time he was no longer as painful and resentful as before. He even kept a calm mind and planned his redemption plan.

He first wrote a letter to his father, Duke San Prous, and blamed all the failure on the betrayal of the high priest Trisley. He said that if it weren't for the betrayal of this crazy woman that could not be understood, he would have successfully killed Queen Elsa in childbirth, causing Silver Moon City to fall into endless chaos, and even forcing Colin Angele to withdraw from the half-elves kingdom.

Of course, he also wrote up the redemption price proposed by Colin, but he also understood that it was impossible for the Duke of San Prous to really exchange a fleet for himself, so he also suggested that his father send an eloquent messenger to Silvermoon City to reconsider a redemption condition that both parties could accept.

After writing this letter, Marquis Vincent thought about it and wrote another letter to Earl Hall.

This Earl of Hall is an old Count in the Eastern Region. His family is quite powerful, and his daughter married Marquis Vincent, so Marquis Vincent wanted to ask for help from the other party.

After all, this time, the Marquis of Garcia was not used as a bargaining chip in the hands of Dongjie.

To redeem Marquis Vincent, you must have heavy bleeding.

As Colin reminded before, Marquis Vincent was indeed a little worried that his father would not redeem himself at a high price, or that his good brother would interfere.

However, Marquis Vincent was not too worried. After all, he is still the nominal Marquis of the East Realm and the first heir to the Lord of the East Realm. Even for the sake of the face of the San Prous family, his father could not allow Marquis Vincent to be imprisoned in Silver Moon City.

Marquis Vincent also knew that his father had actually had the idea of ​​replacing his heirs, and the engagement between his younger brother Ever Ever and the daughter of Prince Lech, the Paladin of the Saint-Lorenzo family, was a reflection of this idea.

Unfortunately, the world did not fulfill its wish. Oh, no, maybe it was the wish of Marquis Vincent. Prince Lexi actually killed his uncle, the consul, Latom, which also made Prince Lexi go from an imperial paladin admired by everyone overnight to an evil traitor who everyone despised.

This also greatly weakened the threat of Earl Evan to Marquis Vincent.

However, Marquis Vincent would not relax his vigilance against his good brother, especially in this situation.

His failure in Silver Moon City gave Earl Evan an excellent opportunity to turn things around. If Evan takes this opportunity to prevent him from returning to the East, or if Duke of San Prouss deposed Vincent's heir to reduce his redemption price, it would be the end of the world for Vincent.

After writing the letter to Earl Hall, Marquis Vincent carefully considered it before stuffing it in the envelope and sealing it with fire paint.

Then, he got up and walked out of the study, preparing to hand over the two letters to the servants to send them to the East. At this moment, Marquis Vincent suddenly discovered that an old acquaintance had walked into the courtyard under the escort of the guards.

"Duke Modiwen?" Marquis Vincent smiled and greeted the other party. He guessed that the other party must have been captured and came here, and he felt a little sympathetic.

"Marquis!" Duke Modiwen bowed respectfully to Marquis Vincent, lowered his head, and seemed not very happy to see Marquis Vincent.

Marquis Vincent knew the reason why Duke Modiwen was a little cold. After all, Duke Modiwen did not intend to participate in this rebellion. It was just because his son Charlie was bewitched by others that he had to join the rebels.

Now that it has reached this point, Duke Modiwen will naturally not have any good face when he sees the mastermind of this rebellion.

After handing the two letters to the guards, Marquis Vincent pretended to be affectionate and patted Duke Modiwen on the shoulder, and smiled: "I didn't expect that we both became neighbors now."

Duke Modiwen stiffly pulled out a smiley face, nodded, but did not reply.

"What? I blamed me for pulling you into the water?"

"Don't dare..."

Marquis Vincent heard Duke Modiwen’s words insincere, but he didn’t care. He smiled and invited, “Let’s go and sit in my room. Things are not as bad as you think.”

Duke Modiwen did not resist this time and followed Marquis Vincent into the house.

Marquis Vincent personally poured a cup of coffee for Duke Modiwen. This gesture of respect and politeness seemed to have finally touched Duke Modiwen. He only heard him ask sincerely:

"Marquis, you said just now that things are not that bad. Is there any way for you to get the Modiwen family to get rid of their current misfortune?"

Marquis Vincent smiled indifferently and said in an extremely confident tone: "William, don't worry. Queen Elsa dares not kill you. Her throne is given by you. If you kill you, wouldn't it be a confirmation of ungrateful reputation?

The punishment you will be punished this time is probably just a demotion of your post."

Reduced from post and demoted?

That's it?

When Duke Mo Diwen heard this, somehow, he thought of his son and uncle who were killed by himself again. While his heart was bleeding, he did not reveal any of them on the surface. He just picked up the coffee, took a sip, and asked:

"Then do we still have a chance to take revenge?"

"Of course!" Marquis Vincent laughed loudly, as if very satisfied with Duke Modiwen's "spirituality". "This time, Aisha and Colin forced the rebellion in the country, but did not resolve the most fundamental conflict-

Aisha can never represent the interests of the half-elves, she is just a puppet supported by the Northland!

As long as this does not change, Silver Moon City will be a fertile ground for breeding rebellion. With just a little guidance, we will start another riot!”

Seeing Duke Modiwen's eyes flashing, Marquis Vincent thought he had figured out the other party's psychology, so he came to the other party, reached out and pressed his hand on his shoulder, and said with a heart-to-heart feeling:

"William, in our Eastern Region, only the Modiwen family is the orthodox of the half-elves royal family. That Aisha Miller is just a puppet forced up from the Northern Region!

Believe me, when we make a comeback in the future, we will definitely support you to the throne of half-elves!"

"Thank you for your trust!" Duke Modiwen's face flushed with excitement, and quickly stood up to salute Marquis Vincent.

Marquis Vincent looked at Duke Modiwen who bent down and bowed to him with a smile. He was proud and was about to say a few more words of encouragement, but suddenly he found a pain in his waist!

"you……"

Duke Mo Diwen raised his head, and a ferocious smile had already appeared on his face.

"Do you people in the East Realm think that they are the half-elves' saviors? Unfortunately, in my eyes, you are just a demon who completely destroys our peaceful life for your own selfish interests!"

"Bastard!" Marquis Vincent kicked Duke Modiwen away, then covered the wound on his waist, rushed out of the room, and shouted, "Come on! William Modiwen is crazy!"

However, before the guards outside the hall arrived, Marquis Vincent realized that a powerful aura had locked himself tightly, as if he would launch a thunderous attack as long as he had any abnormal movement.

"save……"

Before Marquis Vincent's call for help could be heard, Duke Modiwen arrived from behind and inserted the dagger into his chest again.

Seeing Marquis Vincent slowly falling to the ground, Duke Modiwen held up a bloody dagger and laughed to the sky, showing his pleasure of revenge without any concealment.

"This is your retribution!"

The guards guarding outside the hall rushed over, but before that, Duke Mo Diwen cut off his throat without any nostalgia.

The guards looked at the tragic situation in front of them and were stunned for a moment.

Until someone woke up from his dream, he shouted:

"Quick! Go and notify the Count!"
Chapter completed!