The immortal black snake just wants to live simply

Do they still dare to show any dissatisfaction with them?

……

Black Key endured for a long time, but his patience was regarded as weakness, and in exchange, the servants and the earl's agents became more and more unscrupulous.

But what can he do?

Even if the voice of the world gives him power that can rival the voice of the Queen alone.

Even if bloodline and the Queen's letter of commitment gave him the legitimacy of the title.

But this cannot offset the negative impact of his notorious relatives.

The people who suffered from the Witch King poured out their anger on everything and everyone related to the Witch King. Black Key's parents died during that period because of their distant blood relationship with the Witch King.

But what can a child do?

What can a child who has firmly grasped even the knowledge, knowledge, and thoughts of education do?

The young Earl of Utica could only look down from the high tower, looking at the free birds and the hard-working citizens...his nominal citizens.

He felt like a canary in a cage, an exhibit of the Queen's kindness.

During that period, the headaches and auditory hallucinations caused by earthly sounds became more frequent, but he did not dare to tell others because he was afraid that he would die from it.

Because those people were afraid of becoming one with his body, the melody left by the Witch King.

Maybe... Count Utica can only stay in the tower for the rest of his life, and then be induced by the people around him to indulge in indulgence, and eventually become a drunkard or a crazy gambler.

I don’t know whether it’s lucky or unfortunate...

His own particularity attracted [Snake]'s attention.

Chapter 348 Gertrude: You don’t want to bring me to the party, right?

At the banquet, Earl Utica's agent held a grand banquet in the name of Earl Utica as usual.

But this banquet was different from the banquets held by ordinary Leitanian nobles...there was neither melodious music to enhance the atmosphere, nor well-behaved servants to provide services.

The drunken agent touched and touched the flattering maid next to him.

The servants forgot their duties, sat on the chairs openly, picked up the knives and forks at the dinner table, and wolfed down the food.

The truly distinguished guests during the day had already left, but the agent still didn't have enough fun.

So, he squandered the wealth that nominally belonged to Earl Utica and summoned his friends to share the joy in his heart.

"Great wine! I didn't expect that there was such a fine wine in the cellar."

Hearing his friend's affirmation, the agent laughed and said:

"Utica, a remote country, lacks everything, but there are quite a few brewing masters."

Another strong man wearing a mismatched white shirt and a rude manner drank all the wine in his glass, then smashed his mouth and said:

"We need to drink a few more buckets before that kid grows up, and we can't keep it for him!"

When the agent heard this, he smiled and shook his head.

"Haha, that's not possible. That kid has been under house arrest here for several years. I'm waiting to teach him how to drink. I have to drink him to death and make him a complete drunkard."

Another man who had drunk a lot said suddenly as if he had a sudden realization:

"Hey, it turns out you are still hiding this skill. When that kid is completely soaked to death in the wine, the stone in your Majesty's heart will be -"

And saw the agent's expression change.This reckless guy quickly made up for it:

"I deserve to die, I deserve to die! I'll punish myself with a drink!"

Seeing this reckless guy apologize, the agent's expression softened slightly.

"I only say this at the wine table... But if I can send that kid away safely, then Utica will indeed be mine."

Immediately, as if he noticed that the atmosphere was a little cold, the agent was about to raise his glass to warm up the atmosphere again, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Everyone present was so frightened that they woke up.

As educated Leitanians, they are naturally sensitive to music and rhythm, but the knock on the door does not seem to come from the door of a mansion.

Instead, it was as if the entire mansion's doors were knocking from the outside in, disturbing everyone's minds from all directions.

What's even more strange is that although it's just a knock on the door, everyone hears a certain rhythm and...a kind of silent terror.

"Ah! It seems that someone among the distinguished guests during the day may have left something here... The banquet is suspended. Please follow me to greet this unknown guest."

The agent straightened his somewhat messy clothes, wiped his face, calmed the panicked people, and walked towards the door pretending to be calm.

If the opponent is not a warlock with profound Origin Stone skills, then he is a noble who follows the tower warlock.

So as the agent of Earl Utica, it would be better to greet him in person.

So he opened the door himself, and what he saw was a tall Pero woman with a smile on her face.

Judging from her clothes and the attendants behind her, the other party is undoubtedly a noble.

Seeing the other party's face, the agent's brain raced rapidly, and he finally learned the identity of the woman in front of him from the intelligence he had collected.

"Dear Count Strollo, I didn't know you were coming so late..."

The agent's voice stopped abruptly.

Because Gertrude didn't look at him at all, and just walked into the hall, towards the place where they had just carnival.

In the eyes of the agent, the arrogant countess frowned and glanced at the slightly dirty tables and chairs with disgust.

Then, without asking the agent's permission, he ordered the servants of the mansion to clean up the mess left by the banquet.

It's like she is the owner here.

Wow!At this moment, the agent, who had not yet fully recovered from his drunken state, felt that he was getting angry.

He was slightly sullen and said in a serious tone:

"Count Strollo, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to do this, right?"

"Oh?"

Gertrude patted the seat where the agent had been sitting and then sat on it unceremoniously.

She put her left leg on her right leg, crossed her hands on her left knee, and said in a relaxed manner:

"Why, are you not convinced?"

"..."

The agent remained silent and stared intently at the bad visitor.

The friends around him have long found excuses to leave... Little people like them don't participate in the game between big people.

To those people, the Earl was already a big shot.

……

Looking at Gertrude who was clearly looking for trouble, the agent calmed down.

He said solemnly:

"Please forgive my abruptness, dear Lady Gertrude, but can you tell me the purpose of coming here? You must know that in such a late night, a single female noble like you can't do anything without the invitation of the master. I'm afraid it will be bad for your reputation if word spreads about it rashly?"

"You make sense...but as the lord of Vesselheim, I was not invited by the neighboring Earl of Utica. This also damages my reputation. They will think that I am a person who can't even attend the neighbor's banquet." What a nuisance without an invitation."

'(Letania swears), you stinky woman are just an unpopular nuisance! '

The agent cursed in his mind.

Gertrude's reputation among the nobility was very bad. She was not originally the first heir to the title of the Strollo family...but after her father and brother died, it was the turn of this bitter, pretentious woman.

Not to mention, the deaths of her father and brother were actually quite strange in the eyes of well-informed nobles.

Of the two earls, one fell down the stairs and died, and the other died of food poisoning.

Even though they didn't know the specific information that the two people were killed by the Witch King's remnants and Gertrude, who had not yet been captured, they still suspected that it was Gertrude's handiwork.

After all, the skills, ambitions, and abilities that Ms. Gertrude has shown recently are stronger and more frightening than those of the previous two Counts Strollo.

And for a noble suspected of parricide, no matter how powerful she is, it is difficult to be liked.

……

At this time, Gertrude...or rather, the black snake wearing Gertrude's skin, was no longer too lazy to have such a nutritious conversation with the other party.

She stretched out her finger and tapped the table lightly. A sound wave that the agent was not aware of instantly filled the entire mansion, and along with the echo, the location of everyone in the tower was already known to her.

Including the purpose of her trip - an excellent and irreplaceable sacrifice.

"Count Utica, if you are still up so late, the president is not very tall~"

"Or are you feeling guilty for not inviting the beautiful and kind-hearted eldest sister next door to your banquet, and do you want to apologize to me in person?"

Chapter 349: Earthly Voice: Croak! It’s a black snake! Get back!

The young Earl of Utica did not fall asleep on time tonight... to be more precise, he woke up in the middle of the night with a headache.

But when he woke up, he found that his headache was getting worse.

The auditory hallucinations began to torment him again, and they were extremely active... to a point that Count Utica could not bear.

At this time, he was just a child under ten years old, so he instinctively sought help from the people he trusted most.

Even if the agent's attitude toward him was uncomfortable, it could not be denied that he was the person Earl Utica knew best.

So the young Earl of Utica wanted to ask him for help.

So he got out of bed and opened the door, but was a little surprised to find that the servants who used to monitor him collapsed on the ground, unconscious.

He quickly sniffed their noses, and then felt a pungent smell, and he felt relieved a little.

At least, they were just drunk.

Rather than being captured for experiments like those in the past...

Thinking of this, the young child began to cover his head in pain again.

'Shut up!Shut up!Shut up! '

But the auditory hallucinations did not fade away, and the harsh melody still lingered in his ears.

He hurriedly walked down the stairs, intending to call the servant over, but at this moment, his headache suddenly disappeared.

Even the auditory hallucinations in my ears stopped.

Just when the child breathed a sigh of relief, he noticed the noise in the hall.

He slowed down his breathing and steps, and tiptoed to return to the house.

After all, now that the headache has disappeared, going to the agent at this time will only lead to ridicule and harsher treatment... The agent does not want to see him, and Count Utica knows it.

It would be better to say that no one in this tower wanted to see him...even if they pretended to be all kinds of thoughtful etiquette and humility.

But in terms of behavior, Count Utica didn't feel respected at all.

If this was the price of calm, Count Utica could have endured it because he didn't want to lose his current life.

But a familiar voice extinguished the last trace of luck in Count Utica's heart.

……

"I am rarely happy today, so I will tell you a little more."

"That boy must not be allowed to leave any heirs. This is a death order given to me by the superiors."

"Do you think I can't think of finding a pharmacist? That won't work, it will leave clues... Only by letting him surrender can my mission be successfully completed!"

"Haha, when I send him away, Utica will be mine!"

……

'Ha ha……'

'Boy, do you hear that? '

'This is what you want for a peaceful life! '