Chapter: 669
The title of Viscount of the Pound family did come from the "Battle of Reneging the Oath". After them, they were loyal supporters of the royal family, and they had considerable influence in the army and their own fiefdom.
But thirty-two years ago, two successive heirs of this family died of serious illnesses. At that time, the old Viscount could only take one of the offspring's children home.
Not long after, the old Viscount passed away. Because of his young age, under the temptation and instigation of the attendant, the child changed the housekeeper and became a dandy.
In just seven or eight years, he lost most of his property, was reduced to a baron, and even sold off his family's house in Backlund.
Within a few years of this, his title was once again reduced to Baronetship.
"Dead from a serious illness? I'm afraid I can't even find the corpses. They are all in the innermost room of the underground building, outside the bloody gate... The old viscount must have concealed this matter on purpose, so as not to let the royal family, Investigations by the military and the church... It seems that the Pound family only accidentally discovered the Quaternary underground building more than 30 years ago. Maybe, maybe they built the secret door in the basement... But, the innermost There are more than two corpses in that room... In ancient times, did anyone go in and explore?
Well, I have to talk to Baron Pound, in a way that does not reveal his identity...
Klein stopped his thoughts, looked at the last paragraph, and saw what he wanted: "The Baron Pound is currently renting at 29 West Veras Street, Queens."
Severas County is located in the west of the Kingdom of Loen, facing the Republic of Intis across the Hornages Mountains, and in Backlund, there is a street named after it. where the headquarters are located.
Many people choose this street to settle down for the sake of peace of mind, and Rafter Pound is one of them.
In the house facing the street with house number 29, the baron stood in the warm living room in a cotton wool pajamas, by the closed window, gazing at the Severas Field diagonally opposite.
He was just in his early forties, his temples were already gray, his eye bags were swollen, his wrinkles were obvious, and his body seemed to smell of alcohol anytime, anywhere.
Some torn women's underwear littered the floor behind Rafter, and in the distance was a blazing fireplace.
The baron raised the wine glass in his hand, drank the remaining liquid in one gulp, and then walked slowly towards the door, wanting to go back to the bedroom to sleep.
Because there were no additional heat pipes for the fireplace, the moment he left the living room, he felt the chill of late autumn that penetrated to the marrow of his bones.
"Damn it!" Rafter Pound cursed in a low voice, staggered to the bedroom door, and twisted the handle.
The bedroom was dark, with only a faint crimson light shining in.
Just as Rafter was about to close the door, he fell onto the bed and his eyes suddenly froze.
On the chair next to the curtain, a figure was sitting quietly!
The figure was wearing gray-blue clothes and trousers, and a dark peaked cap, and his whole body was hidden in the shadows.
Sensing Pound's gaze from the baron, the figure slowly raised his head and looked over.
His face was painted red, yellow and white, like the funniest clown!
Rafter was about to call out loudly, turned around and fled, but saw a revolver pointed at himself, and heard two low and hoarse words: "I suggest you not do unwise things."
"If you cooperate well, I will not hurt you, nor will I take away your belongings, if you still have them."
Rafter Pound's expression changed a few times, and he closed the bedroom door very obediently, then half-raised his hands, and sat on the edge of the bed.
"You, what do you want me to do?" He hiccupped and reminded with a trembling body, "The opposite is the Sivelas Field!"
"I know, but I think I'm closer to you than Severus Field." Klein, who was disguised as a clown, changed his voice and tone, and warned, "And my purpose is just to ask you some questions .�
��Before coming to Sivelas Street, he had divination in the mysterious space above the gray fog whether this trip was dangerous, and he got a very safe answer.
"Problem?" Rafter's lips moved for a while, and he smiled bitterly, "Here it is again... Am I never going to escape this nightmare?"
"A lot of people have come to ask?" Klein followed his words. JrNovels.com
But thirty-two years ago, two successive heirs of this family died of serious illnesses. At that time, the old Viscount could only take one of the offspring's children home.
Not long after, the old Viscount passed away. Because of his young age, under the temptation and instigation of the attendant, the child changed the housekeeper and became a dandy.
In just seven or eight years, he lost most of his property, was reduced to a baron, and even sold off his family's house in Backlund.
Within a few years of this, his title was once again reduced to Baronetship.
"Dead from a serious illness? I'm afraid I can't even find the corpses. They are all in the innermost room of the underground building, outside the bloody gate... The old viscount must have concealed this matter on purpose, so as not to let the royal family, Investigations by the military and the church... It seems that the Pound family only accidentally discovered the Quaternary underground building more than 30 years ago. Maybe, maybe they built the secret door in the basement... But, the innermost There are more than two corpses in that room... In ancient times, did anyone go in and explore?
Well, I have to talk to Baron Pound, in a way that does not reveal his identity...
Klein stopped his thoughts, looked at the last paragraph, and saw what he wanted: "The Baron Pound is currently renting at 29 West Veras Street, Queens."
Severas County is located in the west of the Kingdom of Loen, facing the Republic of Intis across the Hornages Mountains, and in Backlund, there is a street named after it. where the headquarters are located.
Many people choose this street to settle down for the sake of peace of mind, and Rafter Pound is one of them.
In the house facing the street with house number 29, the baron stood in the warm living room in a cotton wool pajamas, by the closed window, gazing at the Severas Field diagonally opposite.
He was just in his early forties, his temples were already gray, his eye bags were swollen, his wrinkles were obvious, and his body seemed to smell of alcohol anytime, anywhere.
Some torn women's underwear littered the floor behind Rafter, and in the distance was a blazing fireplace.
The baron raised the wine glass in his hand, drank the remaining liquid in one gulp, and then walked slowly towards the door, wanting to go back to the bedroom to sleep.
Because there were no additional heat pipes for the fireplace, the moment he left the living room, he felt the chill of late autumn that penetrated to the marrow of his bones.
"Damn it!" Rafter Pound cursed in a low voice, staggered to the bedroom door, and twisted the handle.
The bedroom was dark, with only a faint crimson light shining in.
Just as Rafter was about to close the door, he fell onto the bed and his eyes suddenly froze.
On the chair next to the curtain, a figure was sitting quietly!
The figure was wearing gray-blue clothes and trousers, and a dark peaked cap, and his whole body was hidden in the shadows.
Sensing Pound's gaze from the baron, the figure slowly raised his head and looked over.
His face was painted red, yellow and white, like the funniest clown!
Rafter was about to call out loudly, turned around and fled, but saw a revolver pointed at himself, and heard two low and hoarse words: "I suggest you not do unwise things."
"If you cooperate well, I will not hurt you, nor will I take away your belongings, if you still have them."
Rafter Pound's expression changed a few times, and he closed the bedroom door very obediently, then half-raised his hands, and sat on the edge of the bed.
"You, what do you want me to do?" He hiccupped and reminded with a trembling body, "The opposite is the Sivelas Field!"
"I know, but I think I'm closer to you than Severus Field." Klein, who was disguised as a clown, changed his voice and tone, and warned, "And my purpose is just to ask you some questions .�
��Before coming to Sivelas Street, he had divination in the mysterious space above the gray fog whether this trip was dangerous, and he got a very safe answer.
"Problem?" Rafter's lips moved for a while, and he smiled bitterly, "Here it is again... Am I never going to escape this nightmare?"
"A lot of people have come to ask?" Klein followed his words. JrNovels.com
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