Stefan von St. Brassin lit a candle and placed it on the altar of the church. He clasped his hands together to face the cross on the altar, but he was not praying attentively, but instead pricked up his ears as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded in the church, and several figures appeared at the door and walked over quickly. What was strange was that these people would come to the church to pray late at night, but maybe they were not here to pray at all.

"Sir Stefan, we are here." Several people wearing hoodies came to Stefan von St. Blassin, and they took off their hoodies. They turned out to be the nobles in Rudolf's court.

"You were not discovered when you came, were you?" Stefan stood up from the prayer mat, turned around and said to the few people with caution.

"Don't worry, we're very careful." The nobles said to Stefan.

"How is the Count?" Stefan asked them.

"The Count's condition is getting worse and worse. He has not eaten for several days." A palace nobleman said to Stefan.

"Is that true?" Stefan's heart fell in love. He was a friend of Count Schwartz, but he didn't expect that Count Schwartz's life had come to an end and could not help but look at the cross on the altar.

"Mr. Stefan, now Rudolph regards himself as the master in the palace and promotes a group of lowly people to the palace. What is the difference between Schwartz's court and the flagless brothers?" The palace nobles said angrily, and the others nodded, their eyes full of injustice and helplessness.

"Is that true? This will not happen when Lord Earl and Lady Agnes are there. There is a gap between the lowly and the noble, and they cannot cross it between them, because it is the will of the divine God." Stefan clasped his hands together, and on the white holy robe on his body, the golden thread seemed to shine in the candlelight, which made others feel a sacred feeling when they saw it.

"Sterfan?" In Rudolph's bedroom, he sat in front of the fireplace with Maxiu. The flames in the fireplace were burning and the dry wood crackled. Rudolph bent over and picked up the two glasses of ale placed next to the fireplace and handed them to Maxiu. The warm ale would taste sweet.

"Yes, Stefan von St. Blassin was the senator in the court of Schwarz. He was once the bishop of your father, but later he was found to have an affair with a married woman, so he was removed from his post as a bishop. In order to confess his sins, he volunteered to serve as a deacon in the church. However, many nobles still believed him very much." Maxiu hurriedly took the cup containing ale, and he held the cup in both hands and said to Rudolf.

"I never knew this." Rudolf frowned and recalled that there was no Stefan in his previous memory. Maybe he had it, but it was just a one-time relationship.

"My informant said that the palace nobles frequently went to church, and they were probably plotting something. After all, Stefan's family was second only to Habsburg in Schwarzshire." Mashew's work was efficient. He used all the money given by Rudolph to develop useful informants, so an intelligence network was basically formed in Schwarzshire.

"Local rebellion?" Rudolph keenly smelled the rebellion, and it was obvious that it was a rebellion of collusion between inside and outside.

"Yes, there is such a chance." Matthew nodded, and he looked at Rudolph next to the fireplace, the young ruler was silent, as if thinking about what to do.

Just as Rudolph was struggling with a headache for possible rebellion by the nobles in the territory, a carriage slowly stopped in front of a two-story hotel beside the road between Lorraine and Schwartz, and several horse-riding mercenaries followed behind the carriage.

"Miss, it's too late now. Let's rest here today!" The servant in the carriage held down the torch from the front. He walked to the carriage door and said to the people inside.

"Voeah." A sound of vomiting came from the carriage. The carriage of this era had no springs and was completely made of wooden frames. It was bumpy on the muddy road and was almost about to fall apart.

"Miss." The servant quickly opened the car door, and Tracy walked out with a pale face. The servant quickly supported her with his hands.

"I'm fine, it's Angela." Tracy stepped on the ground, the muddy ground staining the clean shoes on her feet, and the servant held a torch to shine the road for Tracy.

"Get in quickly. It is not wise to stay outside the house at night." The mercenary guard looked around vigilantly. At night, there were robbers, thieves and horse thieves.

The hotel looks simple, but it is clean. The hotel owner wipes wine glasses in front of the counter, and several waitresses lie on the empty table and sleep soundly. The business here seems to be very light.

"Hello, we want to stay. Are there any free rooms?" Tracy walked to the boss and said to him.

"Of course, there are many empty rooms upstairs, and there is a very high-end room at the end of the corridor." The boss smiled on his face when he saw so many guests coming in the middle of the night, and he quickly said to Tracy.

Tracy immediately took out his purse and paid the deposit. The other half of his money would be paid when he left the next day. The boss happily took the deposit and personally led the way for Tracy with the candlelight. He climbed the creaking wooden ladder. Tracy came to the so-called high-end room.

"Is this a high-end room?" Angela covered her nose with her hands, and she frowned and smelled a moldy smell.

"I'm sorry, there have been no customers here for a long time. Just open the window and get some breath." The boss pushed open the window a little apologetically, and he said to Tracy and Angela.

"It's okay, we're just staying for one night." Tracy unbuttoned her cloak, she opened the wooden wardrobe in the corner, and suddenly a black shadow popped out of the wooden wardrobe.

"Wow~~." Angela screamed in fear, and even Tracy was so scared that she took a few steps back.

"What's wrong?" The servant and the mercenaries downstairs rushed up. Their mission was to send Tracy to Schwarz County safely. If Tracy had something wrong, they would definitely not be able to take it.

"No, it's nothing, it's a black cat." Tracy looked carefully and found a pitch-black cat squatting at the head of her bed. The cat was looking at everyone curiously with its big orange eyes.

"Oh, why did this damn fish-stealing cat come here?" The boss stepped forward angrily and grabbed the black cat's neck, cursing angrily. This black cat usually wanted to steal food in the kitchen, but now it even scared important guests. Tracy and others saw that they were people with a background.

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Chapter completed!