Natalie's magical growth record

Chapter 92 The conspirator behind the revenge plan

"I hope I don't need to use it. After all, I will be in trouble if the news spreads."

With the dim lights on both sides of the street in Randall's residential area, Alina, who came out of the Ives mansion, raised her hand and put her usual folding fan back into the storage space of the space bracelet.

Then, I found a box about the size of my palm from the storage space and picked up the dust on the box that had not been used for a long time. Just as she was about to push open the lid of the wooden box, she stopped her action and put the wooden box back with a complicated mood.

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On the other side, Jocelyn and Rigel, who were in Carson Prison, were also making a series of necessary preparations for the nominally reciprocal negotiation three days later, but in fact there was no escape from the battle.

"Is there really no need to gather more information? If I remember correctly, judging from the portrait provided by the informant, Suzuran is the successor who was identified by Xila as the compliant person."

Rigel looked not far away and couldn't help but remind him.

"Well, no need, just feel free to prepare the arrangements for three days later."

After glancing at Rigel who was too forward-thinking, Qiaocelin looked away and returned her attention to the book in her hand.

"Since we have the advantage to control the enemy's strength, why should we waste this hard-won opportunity? Qiaocelyn, if we fail this time, then we will never get out of here in the future. If we can't get out, Don’t talk about revenge, just say that you can’t do it even if you return to the Water North District!”

Rigel couldn't understand Jocelyn's stubbornness and once again emphasized the importance of this plan to them.

"I know, do you think I will lose to that half-hearted woman?"

Jocelyn, who was once again nagged to be cautious about fighting in three days, could not help but feel angry. She turned around and took out the pistol she carried with her from her waist, pointed it at her partner not far away, and said sharply.

"Although we have learned that her real area of ​​expertise is not in combat, she is also the leader of this generation of sage assistants. It may not be a good thing for us to underestimate her."

"Rigel, I know how to do my things!"

Qiaoceline took a few steps closer, suppressed the anger in her heart, and reminded her again.

"Yes, I am not as good at attacking magic as you are, and I also know that you want to put more energy into dealing with the Hobert family! But Jocelyn, please know that since the leader of the arbiter can be so determined to put all his hopes There must be some reason that cannot be underestimated when entrusting it to Wind of the Suzuran!"

"That's enough, Rigel, I have my arrangements. You just need to help me set up the magic circle to monitor the movements on the other side of the door. You don't need to worry about other things!"

Qiaoceline pulled out the pistol from her waist pocket with her backhand, and angrily rested her hand on the trigger of the pistol, glaring at the culprit who made her remember the unpleasant memory again.

Sensing the anger in Qiaocelin's eyes, Rigel finally gave in and retracted the slight uneasiness rising in his heart, as well as the caution he should have for partners he had never met far away.

So, for what reason and purpose did the man who claimed to be from the Blaine family in the North District of Water help them?

Rigel couldn't tell where this uneasiness came from. He only knew that when they first woke up from their slumber half a month ago, they should not have any relatives alive, but they actually received letters sent to them from outside the prison.

Rigel could never forget the overly surprised look on the messenger's face when he brought this letter to their territory, and his disbelief when he asked someone to inquire about the sender's family background.

The Blaine family is a new aristocracy that has only become famous in the North District of Water in recent decades. Although the family background is not as deep as the ancient nobles like the Hobert family or the Maxwell family, in recent years, their influence in the Water North District and the economic strength of the entire family cannot be underestimated when looking at the entire Water North District. of.

Therefore, why would the Blaine family, which has such power and financial resources, come to them who are powerless, and why would they help them do some dangerous things that may cause the entire family to fall apart?

Is it really the right choice to rashly cooperate with them?
  Thinking about it, Rigel took out the letter with the Blaine family crest engraved on it and tried to figure out the reason why the other party did this.

Of course, these thoughts of Rigel will not be known to the people who have invited the Blaine family to cooperate. At this time, the Blaine family is still trying to maintain their hard-won influence in the North Water District and the economic lifeline that is related to the survival of the entire family. , repeating the same boring life as usual.

dong dong dong~
  In the magnificent mansion, a middle-aged man wearing a black tuxedo held a tray in his hand, bowed slightly, and cautiously knocked on the door of a master-only lounge located deep in the mansion.

"Come in."

Even though he was separated by the door, the middle-aged housekeeper could still hear the impatient voice coming from inside. "Master Tedrick, the people below have already started making arrangements for what you ordered? In three days, you can start your plan as scheduled."

Hearing that the young master was still impatient, the butler subconsciously straightened his back, stood upright, and walked into the rest room decorated with all kinds of gorgeous furniture with special care, carrying the afternoon tea he had just prepared. room.

"I know." The young nobleman named Tedric waved his hand casually, picked up the teacup handed by the attendant, and continued to ask with a sideways glance: "Is there any news about the two people in Carson?"

"not yet…"

Scanned by the young master's intimidating gaze, the butler hesitated for a moment with a complex look on his face, and gave the young man a truthful answer while making tea for him.

"Didn't the guys who delivered the letter bring it?"

Unexpectedly, after hearing this answer, the young man in front of him couldn't help but slam the expensive teacup handed to him by the butler on the table, issuing his obvious warning to his subordinates who were not doing things well.

"The letter has indeed arrived..."

Suddenly hearing the violent collision between the tea cup and the table, the butler shook his body uncontrollably again, and gave a reply with insufficient confidence despite the unspeakable pressure.

"Then why didn't they reply! Didn't I say that in the letter? You must give me an answer! So, even they who are helpless must look down on me!"

Tedrick, who quickly thought of this possibility, couldn't help but feel angry, and he was about to throw down the tea cup in front of him to vent his anger. Finally, he thought of something, calmed down the anxiety in his heart, and regained his sense of being a qualified nobleman. In the proper manner and in accordance with the aristocratic etiquette he knew, he gently picked up the tea cup in front of him, closed his eyes to calm down his anger, and took a sip of the high-quality black tea that exuded a strong fragrance.

"Could it be..." Seeing that the young master calmed down smoothly, the servant who was almost angered then cautiously spoke of his speculation: "Could it be the arbiter's fault?"

"What do you mean?"

"It seems..." the attendant hesitated for a moment, and finally told the whole story about the uncertain information he had received, "Although the information is not conclusive, it seems that the prisoners in the Carsont Prison are not allowed to send letters to the outside world..."

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier!"

Tedric was furious again, grabbed the attendant by the collar, glared at the man in front of him, and scolded him loudly.

"because…"

The attendant hesitated again, and after enduring it, he still did not swallow back the words that were most likely to shock his young master.

"Why, you should tell me!"

Tedrick tightened his grip on the other party's collar and asked sternly.

"Because the information was not confirmed, I thought maybe things would turn around, so I didn't report it to you before."

Under the threat of an increasingly strong sense of oppression, the attendant showed his greatest courage today and expressed his considerations cautiously.

"Then you..." Tedric just wanted to reprimand his subordinate for his poor work, but finally let go of his collar and changed his words in a deep voice, "Then you go and make arrangements for three days later. Remember , my father must not know about this matter."

"Yes, sir."

The attendant couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. He bowed deeply and gently closed the door of the lounge and exited the young master's sight.

"Wait, Stanley Hobert, I will definitely send you to hell with my own hands, and I will definitely make you pay a heavy price for your arrogant actions that day!"

Finally looking at the direction the attendant was leaving, Tedric clenched his fists tightly and let out a hateful whisper.

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