In an era when communication was very underdeveloped, it always took a lot of manpower to update the information they had. When manpower was limited, how to balance the investment of this resource became one of the superiors.

Domain knowledge.

From common sense, Frances should be called a wise superior.

In order to intercept Sally, he arranged most of his subordinates to go to seven or eight villages and towns outside Hollier City, and at the same time he rushed back to the Duke's Mansion as quickly as possible - because as long as he arrived first, he could swagger next.

"Squatting" with the arrival of my sister, Shufu feels comfortable and takes all the initiative to make all preparations...

Such a decision is not a problem in anyone's opinion. Anyone who rides a horse in the plains will be patrolled by Francis. If you walk from the forest, where can you escape the good-bred warm-blooded horse under your crotch?

Unless the other party can fly from the sky, Francis does not think that Sally can go around her surveillance and return to Hollier City.

Francis was very relieved after making so many moves. So at noon, he appeared outside the gate of Hallier, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and smiled relaxedly.

Imagine the way his sister was thrown into the wilderness and running helplessly. Frances rode into the city with her head raised and her chest raised. These days, because she was moving too fast, the personnel who were supposed to collect intelligence did not have time to report to him.

There was anything about Hollier, but Francis was not in a hurry. The nobles should have the elegance of the nobles. He was going to return to the mansion and listen to his subordinates' reports.

Of course, another important reason is...

Francis had never been running for so long, and at this time he felt a little fucked.

After riding a fast horse for three days, he was exhausted severely and could hardly support him later. He suffered a lot of injuries. The saddle made his thighs worn out, and the egg hurt so much that the corners of his mouth were all over.

Twitching. But for the sake of the "elegance" of the nobles, Francis dared not choose to walk as soon as he entered the city, because once he dismounted, his walking posture would be as ridiculous as a turtle.

So the count straightened his back and returned to the Duke's Mansion. When the door of the mansion behind him was closed and the old butler Alpha came out to greet him, he breathed a sigh of relief and climbed down from the horse's back stiffly.

"call…"

After breathing a sigh of relief, Francis, who was not afraid to stretch out his legs, raised his head, and looked up to the old housekeeper in a good mood: "Alpha, I don't want to ride a fast horse this time, it's really uncomfortable-"

"Ha, Master, your return time is much earlier than expected."

"Yes, something happened, the border has not been peaceful recently. Sally and I came back separately. She was behind, so we probably haven't arrived yet."

This was a reason I had thought of a long time ago. When Francis said it, his expression was very natural. The expression of the Alpha butler in front of him did not change much. He smiled and just waved his hand to let the servants support the young count. But he was walking out a few times.

After stepping back, when Francis was about to return to the mansion, the butler suddenly spoke: "Is it... what competition is the young master and the lady playing?"

"Contest?"

Francis raised his eyebrows. Thinking about the past when he always fought with Sally, I'm afraid Alpha still thought he and Sally were "competing"? But thinking about this reason seemed logical, he nodded and said, "Otherwise."

I guess this time... she will lose."

The young Count's smile was very confident and bright. Alpha had no other words, nodding, as if he always had the same look, and turned around to arrange the guards' knights.

With the help of the servant, Francis returned to the bedroom first, and the first thing he did was to take a hot bath. He hugged the plump maid who was possessed by him at the age of fifteen and vented hard in the bathhouse, and was covered in body due to physical stimulation.

He felt so comfortable that he felt extremely happy.

Sally was dead, and the next thing was to wait for her father to pass the title to her.

Francis wanted to laugh happily, but his crotch was pulled a little because of the large movement just now. This "bullshit" pain made him very unhappy, so he was lying on the bed with his back on his back, and he was the one who was lying on the bed.

The maid carefully applied ointment to him.

What I fantasize about in my mind is the glorious scene after I take over the power of the territory.

As an old noble, the Russiflon family radiated out almost enveloped half of the empire. He had a group of aunts and uncles, all of whom were nobles of lords of all sizes in other territories. If he raised his own troops, the entire kingdom would be

We all have to take advantage of the family's powerful power and tremble, right?

When Francis's mouth curled up slightly when he thought of the arrogant royal family's appearance of surrendering in front of him-

"Master, what makes you so happy?"

"There are many things to be happy about, such as your place... is a little bigger."

Francis was in a good mood and reached out to squeeze a few words to make a joke, which made the maid feel coquettish. He looked at him with a look of refusal and still wanted to vent his desire, but he thought that he hadn't done everything yet.

I calmed down and got up and prepared to let the servant report the latest information.

"Young Master... won't you take a rest for a while?"

"No, I want to see how long it will take for my sister to come back."

Francis responded casually, reaching out to tidy up the collar of the white shirt, and his tone returned to normal.

"Miss Sally?"

The maid who got up from the bed put her skirt back on and replied strangely: "Miss...hasn't she back?"

"She can't come back...Ha--Uh?"

Francis' expression froze suddenly. It seemed that after a few seconds, he realized something was wrong in the maid's words beside him. The movement of tidying up his sleeves stopped in the air, "What did you...what did you say? She is back?"

"Yesterday Bishop Benjamin held a speech and blessing ceremony in the square of the 'Rose Cross' temple. Miss Sally was announced to be the new 'candidate priest'! You just came back, I'm afraid you don't know yet? Miss - Master - Master

…Young Master?”

The maid who was talking suddenly realized that Francis' expression seemed to be a little wrong, and hesitated.

"You...you mean, Sally has become a 'candidate priest'? I-I mean... did she attend the ceremony yesterday?"

Although he didn't believe this possibility at all, Francis still had to confirm the news carefully - and to his relief, the maid shook her head.

That's it... Rose Cross suddenly flew, and Sally couldn't come back.

This happened to him in his heart.

"I didn't go to the scene to see it, but I heard that Bishop Benjamin personally performed a blessing ceremony for Miss Sally. I think the lady... should have been back."

The atmosphere in the bedroom suddenly became stagnant for a moment.

As an elemental master, Francis' body was fixed in place as if he was struck by lightning. The air began to scatter free magic elements. The maid standing beside him felt that the young master in front of him seemed to be surrounded by a ball of hot flames...

Francis turned his head, blinked his eyes, looked at the woman in front of him, with his head slightly sideways, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but after a few seconds he could not say anything...

Sally is not dead...

Sally escaped...

Not only did he escape, he also rushed back to Hollier City before himself...

Now, he has become a "candidate priest"?!

Where is my cavalry? What about the intercepted team? Where is the alert all the way?!

As if he was thrown into cold water on his head, an unprecedented sense of frustration instantly enveloped Francis. Before, he planned and made the bad feeling that the wolf cavalry brought to Sally, now it seems that it has completely affected himself!

With his brain trying to integrate this information, Francis reached out and grabbed the maid's wrist and asked in a low tone: "You mean... you just heard of these things, and she didn't return to the Duke's Mansion?"

"Yes...yes, the young master. The lady seems to have been resting in the monastery of Rose Cross these days and has not returned to the mansion."

The maid felt that her arm was about to be broken by him, and immediately answered Francis's question as fast as possible.

And the answer is that Francis finally gasped - because he found that he... still had room for a try.

Although Sally entered the temple, she was unable to use the power of the temple to fight against herself. In other words, Sally now has more than "defense" but insufficient "attack".

But Francis is just the opposite, because he... still takes the initiative!

Understanding this, Francis suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed his spirits, then took a few steps back, and sat back on the bed - but this action made him scream like a pig-killing howl...
Chapter completed!