Marquis Office

This … this is where we came from?" Locke's throat moved as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

"Home!" Kristin answered Locke's question with her actions.

But Locke would rather not know the answer.

Although he had guessed Angelina and Glace's identities many times before, it was still hard for Locke to accept this result.

Or rather, it was too unexpected for Locke.

Of course, the gate of the margrave's mansion wasn't completely deserted. Two nervous guards were on duty on both sides of the gate at the moment.

The news of the city being breached in the distance and the faint sounds of killing made the two guards feel insecure and afraid.

They were very worried that an arrow would be shot from the dark and end the short and insignificant lives of insignificant people like them.

Locke and his party, who were wearing Faustian uniforms and riding on horses, alerted the guards. One of them whistled and was about to slip away.

"Let's go home! Let's go home! "Kristin's delicate voice rang out, causing the two guards to hesitate for a moment.

"Why did I hear Miss Glace's voice?" one of them asked his companion curiously.

The other guard didn't answer him. Instead, he took a closer look at the four people riding over. When he saw Kristin and Glace leading the way, both of them were surprised.

"Miss, you're back?!" One of them stepped forward and greeted while kneeling on one knee.

The other rushed straight back to the margrave's mansion. This time, it wasn't because he was scared, but because he was going back to tell the margrave the good news.

Glace, who was wearing a Faustian uniform, was the first to dismount. She took Kristin's hand and walked into the margrave's mansion.

Laffey, the maid, followed closely behind her.

Locke really wanted to leave this place now. His brothers were fighting with the Shalorians outside, and he was actually in the margrave's mansion, which was hostile to the Shalorians.

Unfortunately, Locke didn't dare to move a single step. The soldier went in to report. In just a short while, Locke had already sensed the presence of at least four masters of the same level as him.

If he dared to move, he would definitely be held back in an instant. Coupled with the noise coming from the margrave's mansion, there were probably a lot of soldiers inside. Locke didn't have the strength to fight an army of ten thousand.

"What are you waiting for?" At this moment, Glace, who was walking in front, suddenly said.

"Hurry up!" Glace said to Locke.

Locke hurriedly dismounted and followed.

The Shalorian language was similar to Faustian's, but he would definitely give himself away if he opened his mouth. So, he didn't say a word and followed Glace.

At least she was his woman now. Locke felt that Grace would not betray him.

Of course, it was his first time visiting a place like the margrave's mansion. The intricate and complicated route was even more complicated than the one he had just passed through in Shalor.

Fortunately, Grace was leading the way. Otherwise, he might have gotten lost.

Along the way, Locke also noticed many Shalorian soldiers and guards from the margrave's mansion. Their Faustian uniforms were extremely eye-catching, but fortunately, Glace was leading the way, so the soldiers and guards didn't make things difficult for them.

It seemed like the soldiers knew Grace.

Who the hell is she? Locke thought to himself. He'd heard the two guards calling her Miss Glace. He didn't know what this young lady represented.

Could it be a marquis from Shalor...? He didn't dare to think further.

Finally, they arrived in front of a hall. Calling it a hall was just Locke's own exaggerated imagination. A real palace hall was much more spectacular than this.

At most, it could only be regarded as a more spacious hall. "Wait for us here," said Glace after placing Locke in a room next to the hall.

"Okay!" Locke had already brought Glace into the city. Now that he was in a mansion full of Shalorian soldiers, Locke felt extremely insecure.

Locke would probably feel better if he was alone in the house.

Glace then left and went to the hall. Kristin made a strange face at Locke as she left. "Big Brother, wait for me!"

Kristin called Glace aunt and Locke brother, but Locke and Glace had that kind of relationship. Their ethics were messy and not to be known to outsiders.

After the three of them left, Locke leaned against the door and sat down. Everything around him was too insecure, so he had to be cautious.

After parting ways with Locke, Glace brought Kristin to the central hall of the margrave's mansion. At this time, there were already a few people waiting for them in the hall.

"Glace, is that you?" Felippe's old voice came from the chair in the centre of the hall.

During the siege between Faustian and Shalor, the only remaining margrave of Shalor had aged more than a year during this period of time.

He still looked like a middle-aged man, but his voice and facial expression were completely that of a terminally ill old man.

"Father!" With tears in her eyes, Grace strode over to Marquis Philip's side and threw herself into his arms.

"Hey, let me see what you look like now." Marquis Felippe cupped Grace's face in his hands. It was a delicate face, but it was covered in tears.

"You're still muddle-headed! Why didn't you go to Karaman? " Felippe really cared about his daughter. Otherwise, he wouldn't have only let Glace and Kristin leave with so many children.

In the margrave's arms, Glace roughly told him about what had happened in Farlans.

After hearing how Willis treated Glace and Kristin, Marquis Felippe was infuriated. Although he wasn't very good to his illegitimate son, he had done his duty as a father before.

After a brief exchange, Felippe seemed to have thought of something and urged Glace, "Quick, I've already prepared the convoy. Your uncle and second uncle are there. Follow them out of the city. The Faustians are coming!"

Glace was unmoved in the face of the margrave's urging.

On the other side, Kristin was also picked up by another young man. This was her father, Glace's elder brother, and the eldest son of Felippe.

Kristin had lacked paternal and maternal love since she was a child. Her impression and feelings for her parents were not as good as for her aunts Glace and Locke.

However, after wandering outside for several months, she was also very excited to see her father, whom she hadn't seen for so long.

However, the parents quarreled as soon as they met.

"Follow me and your mother when we leave this place!" said the man. As a margrave, Felippe had already prepared an escape route for the descendants of his family. Even if the city was besieged by the Faustian army, he was confident that he could send his family away in this chaotic situation.

"No! I want to follow Grandpa and Aunty! "Kristin refused.

"I heard that there's a man who came back with you?" asked Felippe.

When Glace heard this, her body twitched and she nodded in agreement.

Felippe didn't ask about Locke's situation. He just wanted to confirm that there was such a person.

"Father, will you leave with us?" Glace asked the most crucial question.

According to her understanding of her father, Felippe's choice was probably...

"Let's go, it's getting late." Felippe didn't answer Glace's question directly. Instead, he urged her to express his determination.

Glace knew her father's temper very well. As the margrave of Shalor, no one could change his mind except for the king.

"There are things you need in the treasury. Take them with you!" said Felippe as he pushed Glace.

The Faustian soldiers had already broken through the city, and no one knew when they would attack.

On the other side, Christine was also unwilling to leave her father. Instead, she ran to her grandfather's side and complained to Marquis Felippe about her father.

Felippe had always been on her side.

Kristin might not know what was going to happen next, nor did she know what Felippe's choice would be.

Felippe stroked Kristin's little head kindly. "Go and follow your aunt. Grandpa supports you!"

Felippe, Shalor's god of wealth and one of the three pillars, had obviously guessed something.

"Edward!" Felippe said to the air beside him.

A black figure suddenly appeared from that place. "Yes, Sir!"

"Take the two ladies to the treasury!" ordered Felippe.

"Yes, Sir!" replied the figure.

Glace knew that Felippe was asking her to leave. No one knew when the Faustian soldiers would attack here, so it was better to leave early.

"Let's go." Glace waved at Kristin. Kristin ignored her father and ran towards Glace.

"Aunty!"

"Let's go." Glace pulled Kristin out of the hall. The reason why she went to such great lengths to enter the city was to see her father. Now that she had seen him, she was satisfied.

When they reached the door, Kristin asked Edward to wait for a while and skipped to call Locke. When Locke came out in confusion, Edward was the one who reacted the most strongly. He unsheathed his longsword. He could feel that the man in front of him was a Faustian, and his hands were stained with a lot of blood.

Ever since Locke slaughtered the moonlight wolf in the Bering Mountains, his psychological quality and overall appearance had changed greatly. He always had the aura of an aggressive knight.

As the guard captain of the Felippe family, Edward was very sensitive to the aura hidden under his body.

"Don't get excited!" Glace stopped him, and he slowly sheathed his longsword.

"Take us to the treasury," said Glace indifferently. At this moment, Locke felt that Glace was surprisingly cold, and he had a desire to conquer her.

Edward led them to a hidden iron gate in the backyard and bowed to the side. As a servant, he was not qualified to enter.

"Pull of 530." Glace chanted a strange spell at the iron gate, and the iron gate slowly opened.

Locke looked at this scene with curiosity. This was obviously the power of magic. In the past, he only thought that magic tools could only be activated by mental power and impetus. He didn't expect that ordinary people could use them.

A ray of golden light shone, and Locke squinted to look in. A small hill made up of golden sand blinded his eyes.

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Recently, the number of bookmarks and clicks had dropped rapidly. Xiao Dou had thought about whether or not to persist. It was better to persist for the sake of her dream.