Chapter 105

. "Just go to the Wanderer's Tavern and find a transcendent who is proficient in purification to help remove the spell."* In the Red Oak City area, where land is precious, a manor larger than the area of the city hall was built here. This is Lagoven Manor, where the most respected and noble family in Leicester lives. Rumors and legends about this family have always been one of the favorite things to discuss in Leicester pubs. However, most of the discussions are just the imagination and desire of the lower class people for the upper class. Only the truth of the scales and claws is hidden in the vast ocean of falsehood and disappears. "Not everyone is qualified to enjoy the mellow red wine, soft bread, and the endless grace of brilliance." Alfred Ragovin said with emotion while holding a red wine glass and looking out at the dark gray night outside the window. "You think so, Director Jeffrey." Jeffrey, the current director of the Leicester Branch of the Picket Bureau, had an expressionless face. Even though he was facing the most prestigious old earl of the Ragowin family, he still did not flinch or compromise at all. "Is this the reason why members of the Ragovin family committed murder and tried to use the corpses of Leicester citizens to perform filthy and blasphemous rituals?" Alfred chuckled, "Citizens of Leicester? Oh, they are just the poor in the old city, and that is a dirty and despicable dwarf. They are only worthy of being slaves." "As early as one hundred and twenty years ago, the kingdom promulgated the "Emancipation Act of Interracial Slaves." Jeffrey corrected. Hearing this, the old count sneered nonchalantly. He swung the glass and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, hundreds of years are too short for a high elf. When I was born, dwarfs, hybrid elves and trolls were slaves who were only worthy of appearing in the mines. Now they can actually live in a city with the high elves. The laws and concepts of the world are changing so fast that people can't always react." Jeffrey snorted coldly. He didn't care about this old guy using his identity as a high elf to suppress him. "You should say these words to the families of those victims." "But if I remember correctly..." Alfred turned his head, his golden pupils full of majesty and indifference, "My useless treacherous son, I have given them a lifetime and it is not enough." When they received the compensation, they happily expressed their willingness to accept mediation. "Of course Jeffrey knew this well, and he was just using this matter to make trouble for this old immortal Alfred today. The old earl also knew the intentions of the branch chief clearly. After Jeffrey was transferred to Leicester more than ten years ago, the other party began to spare no effort in trying to suppress the Leicester nobles headed by Ragovin. Jeffrey did not do this out of pure justice, he has never been that kind of person. He is only loyal to the royal family, and everything he does is for the country and the queen. "Let this matter go. Today is not a day to 'justice' for slaves." The old earl glanced at Jeffrey meaningfully. Jeffrey naturally understood the meaning of this. He was willing or able to step into this manor because the Ragowin family invited all the nobles, celebrities or people of status in Leicester to attend a luxurious dinner. The purpose of holding this dinner was to honor a distinguished figure from the royal capital. "Let's go, we can't keep His Highness waiting." Jeffrey looked at the old Earl's figure gradually walking away, and a different look flashed in his eyes as cold as stone. As soon as the information from the royal fleet was sent back to the royal capital, a distinguished member of the royal family arrived in Leicester in a short period of time. If there was no connection, he would not believe it. Thinking again of the terrifying thing that was said to be passing through Leicester, Jeffrey couldn't help but feel pain in his brain. Chapter 108 Lagovin's Dinner Lagovin's banquet hall is now crowded with people. They are wearing decent clothes or formal wear, their behavior is elegant and restrained, and they everywhere reveal the temperament of the so-called "upper class". Old Earl Alfred sneered at this. A true noble needs the accumulation of history. After years and wind and rain, even if there is war and fighting in front of him, even if he is on the battlefield, he can be calm everywhere. No matter how well-dressed and well-mannered the people in front of them are, they are just nouveau riche with no wealth or fame. Although he despised and belittled them in his heart, Alfred would never show these things externally. So when the group of people raised their glasses to pay respect to the old count, Alfred still showed a majestic and decent expression and drank down the red wine in his hand. "Where is His Highness?" The old earl looked around and finally found his 22nd son, and the most incompetent one among them, Owen Lagovin, in a corner where few others would notice. At this time, Owen was already very drunk, holding an unknown girl in his arms and talking flirting words. After noticing Alfred's arrival, the girl left in a hurry, forgetting to take away the fallen paper fan. Ouwen Lagoven was still in a drunken state, and was angry at some ignorant guy for disturbing his good things. However, after seeing the expressionless face of the old earl, he trembled with fear and suddenly woke up. "Where is Your Highness?" Alfred asked again in a calm tone. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." Owen was trembling, his whole body was cold. He didn't know where the big shot in the palace had gone. Was that something he could control? The old earl didn't say anything, walked to Owen, picked up the exquisite paper fan left on the sofa, put it in Owen's hand, and then sat down at the girl's original position. "I told you to keep an eye on His Highness," the old count said seriously, "But I just went to get a bottle of wine, and you got so drunk that you flirted with a little girl here?" Owen lowered his head and looked at the paper fan, not daring to move at all, like a condemned prisoner on the gallows, waiting for the final sentence. Alfred sighed, "This banquet is full of people with ill intentions. Although they behave respectfully and like the most docile lambs, if we give them the opportunity to stand on an equal footing with us, then Then they will show their ferocious faces, eager to fight with us, bite their throats, drink up the blood, and fight to the death." He glanced at his frightened son and regretted for a moment that he had not drowned the traitorous son on the bank of the Berlunga River when he was born. The old earl had lived for so long, so he could naturally guess that His Highness must have deliberately fooled Owen, a fool, and then had a secret conversation with someone at the banquet. Generally speaking, this matter should not be blamed on Ouwen, but even this kind of thing can't be handled well. He was fooled by others in a few words. Alfred refused to admit that Ouwen had the noble blood of Lagovin. "Jeffrey came to see me. What do you think he said to me?" Owen trembled, and in addition to fear and uneasiness, there was also a little grievance in his eyes. "I did not kill anyone, let alone perform that kind of ritual." The members of the noble Ragowin family didn't need to dirty their hands if they wanted to kill anyone. The old count was dismissive, "What your people do will naturally be blamed on you." Hearing this, Owen's eyes widened and he cried, "But I didn't expect them to do this... Those outsiders are definitely the most cold-blooded and crazy people I have ever seen. They even dared to murder the investigators of the picket bureau to silence them. Father, do we really want to take in those outsiders?" This matter is naturally not as simple as Owen said. profound