Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 39 Pat's Strange Stance
Looking at the letter sent by her son, Mrs. Yagris smiled helplessly.

Pat leaned behind her curiously, "What did Lori write?"

"He sent me a lot of fruits and listed all the fruit trees he planted himself." Yagris smiled gently.

"It seems that the explosion had no effect on him." Pat patted his chest with relief.

"How could Lowry be afraid of this?" Madam Yagris said with a smile, "Even I don't dare to stand up to his fireball wand.

Shhh~ Pat, listen to the songs, there are so many beautiful songs! "

Mrs. Yagris looked at the singing boy tenderly, as if she was missing her naughty and lovely son through him.

Pat is an impatient person. Although he is always cold and aloof, when he encounters something, he likes to fight directly.

She had never been able to appreciate the epic stories that the nobles loved to sing.

She would rather listen to the little tunes in the tavern.

So she quickly left the reception room and planned to go and see the fruits that Mal had sent and take them to the kitchen.

It just so happened that Mrs. Yagris was a little upset recently because of the troubles on the left wing, so she planned to ask the chef to cook some fruit sweet soup.

With the love from her son, Mrs. Yagris would force herself to eat even if she didn't want to eat anymore.

As long as your appetite is whetted, you can always stuff some more food into it.

Carrying a huge space bag, Pat rushed into the warehouse attached to the central kitchen and stopped suddenly: "Who are you? How did you get in? What are you doing here! "

As head maid of the center and right wing, Pat knew everyone who entered her territory.

So, a stranger actually appeared directly in such an important place as the food warehouse, making her unable to believe her eyes.

Only she and Yagris have the key here!
Pat threw the dimensional bag on the ground, and her usual rapier slipped out of her hand.

"Pat... Pat Farrell Gozal." The man standing in the corner of the warehouse spoke slowly, "Long time no see."

"Who...are you?" Pat stuttered.

"Why are you playing dumb? Who else would know your middle name?" The man slowly walked out from the shadows. "After you sent the news that Baron Gezale was planning to take action ahead of time, you should have known that someone would come looking for you!"

"Why are you here?" Pat said anxiously, "What do you want to do here?
Don't forget, we agreed that no matter what, we must avoid Yager and Lowry!"

"Don't worry about that." The man with long black hair neatly tied in front of his chest, wearing a scholar's robe and looking gentle and elegant, said with a smile, "Mrs. Yagris has never been our target.

But, Pat, is it okay for your Ager to be a widow?"

"With a good son, an old man should die in time." Pat replied coldly, "Rather than suffering those unspeakable injustices in this castle, it is better to go to the Baronial Territory of Gezar and become a free old lady.

After all, the King of the North will not cancel her title of Countess, which is also a good thing for Lowry."

"Good thing?" The man couldn't help laughing. "Are you serious?"

Pat stared at him coldly: "I don't need to explain this to you, just tell me why you are here!"

"Haha... Of course I am doing this to achieve our greatest goal, to purify this unequal world and allow sincere and brave people to gain the value they deserve." The man smiled gently, "Only those who believe in our Lord can become the masters of this world." "Who?" Pat asked puzzled, "Is there anyone in this castle worthy of your personal efforts?

You haven't been out of the priest's court for fifteen years, right?"

"I came to see you just because I hope you won't show any inappropriate expression because of surprise." The man put away his smile, and a hint of gloom flashed across the corners of his eyes, "Count Montes is not someone who is easy to deal with. He will seize any place that is a little bit wrong.

So... Pat, remember, after today, when you meet me, don't say hello.

Except, of course, when I asked you for a favor."

He smiled gently again. "It's all for the glory of our Lord. That's what you want, isn't it, Pat?"

"As long as you remember your promise to me," Pat said noncommittally, "Nothing can override the safety of Yagris."

"Of course, of course~ As long as it's safe." The black-haired man smiled and disappeared into the shadows.

Pat was stunned for a moment before he slowly took out the fruit baskets from the space bag and placed them one by one into the stone cabinet engraved with runes that was specially used for preserving fruits.

"Keys...more than two?" She asked herself softly, "You changed the lock, right? Where did you keep the spare key?"

"A magic lock, four keys." Pat said to himself, "One is for me, one is for Yager, and two are in the cabinet.

What cabinet?
The secret bookcase in Yager's study.

Damn..."

She carefully dug out her long, jeweled key and examined it carefully.

The key, which showed obvious signs of use, flickered in the light.

Pat stuffed it back into her dress pocket, turned suddenly and rushed out.
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"Mrs. Yager, this is for you." Mrs. Yagris, who was concentrating on listening to the melodious singing of the bard and clapping her hands, looked at Pat in surprise.

What the head maid handed over was a long lapis lazuli key with many scratches on it.

"Why did you take this out and use it?" Yagris took the key in confusion.

This was the key to the magic lock she used on the study door in her old home.

Although the magic lock made of lapis lazuli is difficult to crack, it has been through a lot after all... The scratches on the key and the lock prove everything.

However, although lapis lazuli is Gezar's attribute stone, her family does not have the ability to own too much.

Besides, not everyone can find and hire a craftsman who can make lapis lazuli into a magic lock.

Although she still had lapis lazuli locks in her study when she arrived at Montes Castle, there were actually only three new locks in her dowry.

Yagris was reluctant to use them all, so in other important places, she used magic locks made by Count Montes's exclusive craftsmen.

Of course, she provided all the materials herself... four keys for a set of locks was basically the limit for a skilled craftsman, so she wasn't too worried.

Looking at the bewildered countess, Pat replied softly, "There's something wrong with the lock in the kitchen warehouse."

(End of this chapter)