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Far away from the town, Monty Estate is never surrounded by fog.

The sunlight was bright and the breeze was warm. When Wei Xi walked out of the bedroom, the wind blew the white gauze curtains on the second-floor window. The sunlight floated, spreading a layer of mellow gold on the wide staircase.

"It was the housekeeper's fault that you missed yesterday's dinner, Miss." Allen Furston stood in front of the door, bowed slightly and said, "I hope you can give me a chance to make up for my mistake."

Wei Xi nodded to Allen Fuston, his expression and behavior were no different from before, "Have someone open the window of the morning room. I plan to write a letter after dinner."

Although she was later than before, Miss Abigail still managed to come out before breakfast. It seemed that nothing unexpected had happened, which made the housekeeper feel relieved.

The flaxen-blond woman was easily wiped away like a water mark.

Allen Furston followed Wei Xi downstairs. No one mentioned Mrs. Betty. The butler was always so polite, and his words and actions were just right. He whispered about the results of yesterday's handling. When he mentioned Zos Holman, Wei Xi seemed to suddenly remember that there was a prisoner imprisoned in the basement of the manor.

The rule of Monty Manor is that no servants are needed to serve breakfast. Wei Xi took a sip of hot tea, glanced at the food on the kitchen cabinet, and then looked at the bread, toast, various jams and honey jars that had just been laid out on the dining table. He said to Alan Fuston, "Send some food to that person, and warn him that if he dares to knock over the oatmeal and fried fish, don't even think about getting any food before returning to Yale."

Allen Furston responded and quickly left the restaurant.

Zos Holman will have to suffer a little, but he cannot be killed. The Pope took so much trouble to send his illegitimate son to Londym, showing full sincerity in forming an alliance, but Wei Xi will not let down his guard until the last moment.

She wants to become the Saint of the Silver Moon Sect. In this tense period, the Emperor's opinion is much more important than that of a mere Pope.

Wei Xi has not forgotten why the previous Saint died - the alliance with the Pope only made it easier for Wei Xi to complete his mission. The real mountain to be conquered is the Emperor himself.

It was fine in peacetime, but during wartime he simply could not tolerate the Church being a monolithic entity, so the Pope and the Saint, the two highest officials in the Church who were nominally equal, must not be from the same faction.

- It would be best if the two sides had a grudge against each other, and one of them was openly close to the royal family, so that the west wind would prevail over the east wind and the Holy See would be in the emperor's hands.

The life of his daughter stands between the Pope and the Emperor, and there is no way to resolve the issue peacefully. War is imminent, and the Emperor cannot immediately eliminate Todrod Salohill, who has been rooted in the Vatican for decades and is in charge of psychic baptism and a large amount of psychic knowledge.

It is crucial to choose a suitable saint who holds the relics of the Tarak Milava god.

If you think about it this way, she has an advantage.

Wei Xi held a mouthful of oatmeal porridge in his mouth, his brows slightly furrowed, but not for long before they relaxed again.

She didn't eat much for breakfast, so she quickly got up and walked out of the dining room, through the left door by the stairs, through the large living room, and turned right to the morning room.

The morning room was entirely decorated in the style that Wei Xi liked, with a seamless rhythm. The furniture was all from the same generation, with exquisite smoky and moon-white fabrics, gilded carved furniture, and blankets with gilded tassels. The light that streamed in through the high windows was bright and dazzling.

There is a pigeon-cage-style file rack on the writing desk, with labels such as "Letters to be replied to", "Letters to be kept", "Housework", "Farm", "Menu", "Miscellaneous", and "Correspondence Address".

Wei Xi wanted to give Wellman some time off, so he took a piece of letter paper, picked up a fountain pen with a thin barrel and a shiny nib, and began to write a reply, as skillfully as if he had done this thousands of times.

She was born in a luxurious environment, and then she got down to earth.

When Alan Foster came out of prison and returned to Wei Xi, he saw the young countess sitting in a chair by the window reading a letter.

The secret information sent back by the Monti family's spies in the imperial capital was numerous and messy, and sometimes looked like a stack of promotional lists. Wei Xi had to pick out the real intelligence from it and then clear his mind which was filled with endless socks, shirts, household items, and steam cars.

"I hope they can come up with some other disguise next time. Even a gardening list is better than a promotional item." Wei Xi put down the letter with a headache and turned to ask, "How is it, does our charming opera star like the breakfast at Monty Manor?"

"Yes, Miss." Alan Fuston paused delicately and said, "Mr. Zhuo Si hopes to meet with you as soon as possible to discuss matters."

"Hmm..." Wei Xi nodded perfunctorily, "It seems that because of my reminder, he didn't dare to waste food. But I think there is no rush to meet. After all, I am now immersed in the pain of my friend's death and cannot maintain the dignity of a countess. Let's talk about everything after afternoon tea."

Allen Furston recalled the barely suppressed anger of Mr. Reedus Wilson in prison and the act of lifting the plate that he gave up after hearing his message. A smile appeared in his blue eyes. "Shilint County has just received some excellent black tea, cheese and other ingredients. Beckman will be able to show his skills."

"I'm looking forward to it." Wei Xi threw the letter on the table, motioned for Allen Fuston to sit on the chair next to him, and started talking about other things: "Take a look at this information."

On top was a letter and a tax bill.

"Bottereau's army is still growing. Once this war starts, I don't think it will end in a short time. In order to support military spending, taxes will be raised everywhere. In fact, it is now one-sixth higher than before."

Allen Fuston was originally a retired squad leader of the Empire's Killing Corps. He was very familiar with the deployment of troops and the scope of the war. After reading the letter and the tax bill, he said, "You can think about the worse scenario. There is a possibility that it will develop into a continent-wide melee."

"Of course, once it develops to that point, His Majesty the Emperor's treasurer will not forget the richness of this region of Lendim. I, a small Count Monti, will be a piece of cheese that anyone can take a bite of."

The Monti family's territory is in a good location, with minerals, fertile fields and forests. Coupled with the emperor's compensation, the wise governance of the previous heirs and the equity dividends in large companies, Abigail can be regarded as one of the richest unmarried women in the Kafa Empire, which makes her marriage a hot commodity.

--The Pope sent his illegitimate son to Londium, perhaps with the intention of letting him charm Wei Xi.

If Wei Xi died without leaving any offspring, her husband would obtain land and a large amount of money as the first heir.

These are the disadvantages of having money but no power.

If Wei Xi went to Yalai when the war was at its climax, she was not sure whether the Emperor would be so shameless as to push someone forward to force her to marry him.

Whether it was kidnapping a bride in the street or drugging her, there was nothing they couldn't do. After all, compared with the benefits of marrying a countess, what was the cost of sacrificing temporary reputation?

The most urgent task was for her to return to the center of power in the empire, and the Pope gave her a perfect excuse.

"If my talk with Drew Wilman, no, with Philip Salohill, goes well to-day, I shall be on the train to Yarra tomorrow morning."

Allen Fuston noticed the change in Wei Xi's address and nodded in understanding, "I will prepare the travel plan immediately."

Wei Xi shook his head, put a seal token on the table, and pushed it to Allen Fuston: "No, Allen, this time you have to stay here, stay in the Monti family's fiefdom, and become the new governor of Lendim. The head maid Sera will accompany me to Yalai."

"But……"

When Wei Xi looked up, she saw that the housekeeper was hinting at her with almost her entire face, obviously wanting her to withdraw the order.

"No buts." Wei Xi changed his posture and clasped his hands together. "Lendim is my backup plan, Allen Furston. I trust you and your ability to handle everything well. This way, I won't have any worries in Yalai."

She worked so hard to complete the mission, and it was funny that someone else took advantage of her in the rear. And she was going to the battlefield, with an overprotective housekeeper, how much effort would she have to put in to deal with him?

Wei Xi reached for his teacup and dropped a sugar cube into it.

This is the fate she has to face in this world.

When she gets a ticket to power, even if she intends to stay where she is, she will suffer the same fate as the loser.

"I understand. If this is what you expect, I will do it for you." Allen Fuston sighed and had to compromise. No matter how many letters he would send to Wei Xi in the future to confirm the safety of the young master, at least now he would stay here, in Lundim, to stabilize everything in the territory for her.

He stood up, bent down, saluted the girl, took the hand she handed over, kissed the totem ring on her hand, then stood up, took a step back naturally, turned around, and went to find the head maid to pack up the things Wei Xi was going to take with him.

"Oh, by the way, miss, can I ask you something," Allen Furston turned around and asked one last question before leaving: "Don't you want to take revenge on His Holiness the Pope?"

Countess Abigail paused for a moment while drinking tea. Her dark eyes, filled with surging emotions, took on a dark color that was almost deep. “Do you think I will let him go?”

Alan Furston looked at her, their eyes avoiding each other in a too tacit way at that moment.

"He was already dead the moment he baptized Betty and sent Philip Sarohill to me."

[Measurement - Analyze the conditions required for a certain future and help the holder achieve that future]

Wei Xi had seen the future, and she blinked her eyes, as if to cover up her momentary emotional fluctuations. Allen Furston felt that he might have hurt something, so he changed the subject.

"Would you like to have your lunch here? I'll have it brought over."

"No, Alan, I'll go to the restaurant. Don't pack too much, Yalai's mansion is fully equipped."

Wei Xi still has some impression of that mansion. She actually didn't live there for long. She only remembered that there were many hydrangeas growing in the garden. When the flowers bloomed, the bushes in that area looked like a dark blue wall.

"Okay, miss."

Alan Foster walked away briskly, and Wei Xi continued to read letters and newspapers slowly. After lunch and afternoon tea, he took Alan Foster and other guards to the prison.

The prison of Monty Manor is under the warehouse in the northeast. The door is rusty due to long-term disuse.

The guard pushed open the heavy iron door in front of him, and the door hinges made a dull sound like bones rubbing against each other. The stairs led to the underground. The space below was large but highly depressing, cold and gloomy like an ice cellar. The few lights were hung very low, and the light from the gas lamps was equally dim.

There was an iron railing hidden at the innermost part of the passage. The corridor was closed and the stone walls were cold. There was a chair inside the railing and a man was sitting on the chair. His feet were locked with industrial pulley chains, but his hands were free.

Droz Holman sat there and did not move or show any other reaction when someone came.

His silver-gray eyes were almost like transparent smoky crystals under the light, and his appearance was first-rate, and he did not look embarrassed in such an environment.

However, Wei Xi was not a man who was gentle with women. He looked up and motioned for him to come over quickly.

"Do you want to come here by yourself, or do I need someone to drag you here?"

The impolite tone was not the polite tone he had during dinner a day ago. Zhuo Si gritted his teeth, stood up, walked in front of Wei Xi, and looked down at her. "Ms. Countess, please forgive the anger of an innocent person who has been detained. I don't think I have committed any serious crime."