They all call me master.

Chapter 86 A psychic with no bad intentions!

In Marianne's room, Arthur, Albers and Maltz looked at Geert who rushed in. On the ground were Marianne and Lamit, who had been tied up and gagged.

The muzzle of the blunderbuss in Maltz's hand was still smoking.

Gilt was stunned for a moment, and then asked with a confused look on his face.

"what happened?"

"Why did you tie up Ramit and Marianne?"

The Lord's second son's tone gradually became higher, but his steps were retreating step by step. However, in the corridor outside the door, the old butler, Fontel, and Andy were already waiting there.

However, the second son of the lord did not panic, and he was ready to continue saying something.

It's obvious that the other party hasn't given up yet.

But Arthur was unwilling to wait any longer.

But he said it first.

"OK OK!"

"Your father has already told me that you pushed him down the steps and then colluded with Marianne to kill him—here, your father is right next to you, watching you!"

Immediately, the second son of the lord shook his head left and right, looked to both sides of himself, and took a step back in fright.

When nothing was found, the Lord's second son roared angrily.

"It's just your trick!"

"Where's the evidence?"

Arthur's look at the Lord's second son immediately became strange, and it also contained a kind of pity.

'No wonder I made my own decision. I still haven't seen the form clearly. '

Thought in his heart, Arthur did not speak again, but pointed at Lamit and Marianne who were trapped on the ground.

The Lord's second son turned pale.

He and Ramit said they were allies and brothers.

He and Marianne said they were allies and true love.

Because Ramit and Marianne will die.

But now, if the two of them are not dead, then he should be the one to die.

Albers, who was on the side, did not forget to retaliate and said: "The anesthetizing potion I found in the secret room of Lamit's room must have been put by you, right? Just to make me mistakenly think that Lamit used it." Such a potion completely incapacitates the Lord's ability to call for help and kills the Lord. In addition, if Lamit is shot to death by Lady Marian, the suicide note on his body will confirm the identity of his murderer!"

Following Albers' words, Ramit, who was tied up on the ground, struggled violently.

Obviously, Ramit understood what his younger brother wanted to do.

Marianne looked a little calm on the side. She glanced at Gilt and then lowered her head.

Geert, however, became hysterical after being exposed.

"It's all your fault!"

"If it weren't for your appearance, everything would be mine!"

"mine!"

"It's all mine!"

The second son of the Lord took out a dagger from his sleeve and rushed towards Fonter.

With so many people present, the person the Lord's second son hates the most is Fontel. If it weren't for this illegitimate son, everything in Oak Manor and the Doyle family would be his!

Snapped!
The dagger was knocked off by Andy's baton.

The blow was so fast and hard that the Lord's second son's wrist was broken.

The second son of the lord fell to the ground holding his own wrist and howled loudly.

"How dare you take action against the nobles?"

"You're finished!"

"Your whole family is ruined!"

Andy was so frightened that he almost dropped his baton.

Although the Silver Age is over, and the rule of the nobility has ended long ago, the power of the nobility is still there. If the Doyle family really wants to take revenge on him, he will never be able to escape, and the whole family will be destroyed.

Instinctively, Andy looked at his boss.

Maltz did not disappoint his men.

Just step forward.

boom!
This kick hit Gilt's lower abdomen, which immediately made the second son of the Lord hunched over and speechless.

"Damn you bastard, you are still clamoring now - as a noble, you will not forget the tradition that nobles who kill their relatives will not be recognized, right?"

"You are no longer a noble!"

Whoosh!Whoosh!
Geert gasped for breath. After three or four seconds, he raised his head and stared at Maltz and Andy fiercely. "You're done!"

"You're all finished!"

"Even if the nobles are no longer nobles, they are not something that a group of commoners can insult - other nobles in Nanlos will stand up and seek justice for me at this time!"

Humans are group animals.

People from all walks of life mix together to form what is called a circle.

Nobles are no exception.

Moreover, in this small circle, blood is supreme, interests are intertwined, and it is extremely exclusive.

When one of them is insulted, there is a real possibility that the other members will take action.

Of course, it's not free.

Maltz naturally knew this, but he didn't care. The person standing behind him was the boss of the Nanlos nobles - even if it was just on the surface, it was enough.

Just when the Sheriff of the Shire District was about to educate Gilt again, Arthur suddenly spoke.

"Butler Vic, do you still want to remain silent?"

Arthur's words made the old butler tremble all over.

The people around him looked at Arthur with some confusion.

Under the gaze of everyone, Arthur said calmly.

"Your Excellency just told me that his bloodline is only Vonter's, and the rest are not from the Doyle family."

"what?!"

Everyone was surprised.

But when I think about it carefully, it seems a bit reasonable.

If this were not the case, why would the old Lord be so kind to an illegitimate child?
Lamit, who was tied up, looked ashen.

Gilt yelled even more.

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"What's impossible?"

Arthur walked up to Von Ter, pulled the young man out, and said word for word: "Did you know that in the real will, only Von Ter was named - he is Lord Doyle? Recognized heirs, and you? You are just guys with empty reputations!
Am I right, Butler Vic? "

Everyone looked at the old housekeeper.

At this moment, the old butler had already calmed down, and he finally understood what Arthur meant by pointing to Fontel when he begged Arthur not to bring shame to the Doyle family.

As long as Vonter is the only heir to the Doyle family.

Then, the Doyle family will not be shamed!

The Doyle family has lost its master. At this time...

call!
The old housekeeper took a deep breath.

Then, he said.

"Yes, Master Fontel is the only heir to the Doyle family - I hid the will in the secret room."

Everyone froze in place.

They can't turn a corner.

Only Arthur was smiling - honor and blood are the perseverance and tradition of the nobility. When encountering these two things, you need to stand aside.

And sometimes, honor comes before being together.

Therefore, Arthur knew exactly what the old butler would do.

He was definitely not worried that some people would use their privileges to keep Ramit, Gilt, and Marianne alive and seek to seize his Oak Manor.

Absolutely not!

He is just a 'spiritual medium', what bad intentions can he have?

and so--

"Then, who are we?"

When Gilt couldn't help mumbling to himself, Arthur said with a smile.

"Of course it is to serve as a shield for Von Thel, so that Von Thel can grow up healthily and happily, and then let him inherit the family business!"

puff!
Geert spurted out a mouthful of blood as if struck by lightning, and his whole body collapsed on the ground.

But Arthur quietly gestured towards Maltz.

Things are far from over.

(End of this chapter)