son-in-law of blood

Chapter 156 Invitation from the Governor's Mansion

Not long after, Hepburn brought the letter from the bedroom.

"What does it say?" Hellen asked before receiving the letter and opening it.

Hepburn shook her head: "It's a letter for you, I haven't opened it to read it."

Helen sighed softly and rubbed Hepburn's head:

"What's yours and mine? They're already old couples, why are they still divided so finely?"

After speaking, he opened the envelope in front of Hepburn.

After the letter was opened, Heron began to read the letter, and as he read it deeper, his brows gradually began to frown deeper and deeper.

Finally, Hellen let out a long sigh of relief. After reading the entire letter, he pondered for a while, and a few intriguing smiles appeared on the corners of his mouth.

"You should take a look too. You are also involved in this. Our Lord Governor is going to invite the two of us to the banquet!"

Hearon handed the letter paper to Hepburn. After reading it, Hepburn pursed her lips and thought for a while, then asked:
"Is there some kind of conspiracy? Didn't the third prince say that the governor should hate you very much?"

Helen shook her head:

"No conspiracy. Didn't other people be invited here? If there is really a conspiracy, it won't take so much trouble."

"I guess he is trying to test me, maybe he will give me a blow! This is to celebrate my new lord's appointment, and it should be to get my bottom line. If my guess is right, let's Terry Varian must also have a part in the magic stone mine below Sri Lanka, and it is more likely that Brian, the former Lord of Tiris, is Varian's subordinate!"

Hepburn frowned in thought and asked, "Then shall we go?"

Hellen nodded: "Of course I'm going, isn't it in Kenshen City? It's not far from us, and I'm planning to go to Kenshen City to find a few master craftsmen to make some equipment, just on the way. Besides, we If we don't go, wouldn't we be giving him a reason to trouble us!"

Seeing that Hellen had already made up his mind, Hepburn didn't say anything more, and nodded in agreement.

……

Kenshen City, the capital of Dorin Province, is also the seat of Governor Varian's Governor's Mansion.

Not long ago, Varian had been staying in the capital of Insresa, waiting for something to be completed, but the appearance of Hellen broke his plan.

His subordinates were killed, the magic mine was seized, the territory was occupied, and even his confidants for many years were found to be colluding with the Lich.

Earl Varian, who has always been scheming, did not expect that a young boy who popped out of nowhere would actually cause him such a big loss.

After all, his roots were still in Dorlin Province. After such a big incident, Varian could no longer stay in Insressa no matter what.

Therefore, after being severely blackmailed out of a field baron by Gremory VI, Varian rushed back to his base camp with a group of followers in a panic.

Unlike the general governor's mansion located in the center of the entire capital, Varian's governor's mansion is located in a huge mansion to the east of Kenshen City, very close to the military camp in Dorin Province.

It is said that this was specially requested by Varian, in order to show his unique identity, because unlike ordinary civil servants, Varian was born as a military general, and his ancestors were all famous generals for three generations.

And Varian himself has a gold cultivation level as high as eighth rank.

In the Governor's Mansion, in the study room, a man with half-white hair, a resolute and solemn face, and exquisite eyes is sitting on the main seat, listening to a servant's report.

Lord Varian Wendel, Governor of Dorin.

Standing in front of him was the butler Wulf who followed him to Inns Reza.

Varian is now playing with a pot of orchids on the desk:
"How is that, is the little nobleman back?"

Varian asked a little absent-mindedly.

"It's back, and the movement is not small!" Woolf responded playfully.

"How to say?" Varian brought a pair of scissors and was about to trim the potted plants in front of him.

"This kid should have gone to the trading capital and brought back a lot of slaves."

"Slave? What slave? Is it a human slave?" Varian stopped the scissors suddenly and looked at Woolf with burning eyes.

Woolf shook his head: "No, it's just a bunch of savages."

"pity!"

Varian couldn't help sighing, and immediately felt deeply sorry. If this kid got human slaves somehow, he could use this to impeach Hellen.

"Barbarian, why did he get so many barbarians? Could it be that he still expects them to fight on the battlefield?"

Varian couldn't help but sneer.

Woolf said in a low voice:

"It seems to be true. This kid built a military camp on the edge of his territory, and our people can hear the training slogans coming from inside at any time."

Varian's eyes gradually became cold:
"It seems that this kid is still a sensible person, knowing that at this juncture, if he doesn't have any strength in his hands, sooner or later he will be swallowed up by others."

Woolf bowed slightly and did not reply.

"Has the letter been delivered?" Varian asked.

Woolf replied: "Someone has been sent."

After a moment of silence, Woolf continued:
"Sir, do you think he will come? I think he already knows our position."

Varian carefully trimmed the pot of orchid in front of him, and said lightly:
"I hope he doesn't come. If he doesn't come, it really means that he is an idiot. It will save me a lot of trouble."

Narrowing his eyes slightly, with a cruel smile:

"To deal with a worthless man, hey, when the time comes, I will find a few bandits to rob him every three days. After a few days, he will take the initiative to ask for support. Then Tiris will be ours again!"

Listening to Varian taking the combination of officials and gangsters as a matter of course, Wulf didn't show any abnormality on his face, as if he had long been used to his master's methods.

Seeing his familiar appearance, he must have done similar things before.

"Master, if he comes, shall we take him down directly!" Woolf made a knife-edge gesture under his neck while speaking.

"Ok?"

Varian frowned, raised his head and took a deep look at his old butler.

"Wulff? Why do you have such a grudge against Helen? Why do you want to kill him all the time?"

Woolf's heart trembled, and he quickly bowed and said:
"I'm also upset for the master. Why did this kid easily take such a big magic stone mine, and he also killed Lord Brian. Although His Excellency Brian's collusion with the Lich is unforgivable, it should also be done by the master." You act yourself, when will it be his turn to decide! Also, because of him, you have suffered a lot in front of His Majesty, and even aroused His Majesty's suspicion. All these things have to make the old servant gnash his teeth in anger , I can’t wait to kill him and hurry up!”

After listening to Woolf's explanation, Varian smiled slightly and comforted:
"Don't get excited, I don't mean anything else, it's just that this Helen can't move yet."

After a pause, he continued:

"You must first understand that although this person was sent here by His Majesty, he is actually a member of the Third Prince. I don't need to say more about the style of the Third Prince. Last time, the son of the Deputy Finance Minister just said to his maid After a few nasty words, his mouth was swollen from being beaten by his subordinates. Do you think he is really so easy to mess with?"

"Believe it or not, if we attack Helen today, Lekton will directly lead his troops to blow up our base camp tomorrow. For a little Hellen, we are not worth turning against the third prince."

"More importantly, since His Majesty has already doubted me, I will let him take a good look at this nail he inserted beside me. , how loyal and conscientious he is!"

"Crack!"

Varian used his hands hard and cut off a miscellaneous branch!
(End of this chapter)