Chapter 12 (2/2)
The Ron family was only a small family, but at this moment, Leicester’s expression changed drastically.
He hurriedly grabbed a Knight and said, “Cologne, quick, no matter what method you use, go up and stop them!”
However, before this Knight could go up, more footsteps sounded.
Not long after, a fleet of carriages came from all directions. The Weiss family, the Lott family, the Furman family… They were all nobles of River Valley, and were the guests tonight.
Leicester’s body trembled, and his face turned pale.
“All of you, stop!” At this moment, a vigorous voice sounded.
An old man with silver hair like Leicester walked out. The coat of arms on his clothes indicated his identity. He was from the Portia clan, one of the three great clans of River Valley, and the one in front of him was the Lord of the Portia clan, Count Portia.
The battle finally stopped. The Knights of the Leicester family were pale and trembling.
Leicester’s eyes were red as if he was crazy. “Why are you stopping? Kill them! Kill them all! Kill them all!”
Count Portia said in a deep voice, “Leicester, you are crazy! You broke the rules. Do you want the entire Leicester family to be buried with you?”
“He is not a member of my Lester family!”
At this moment, a young man in his early twenties walked out. This was the son of Viscount Leicester, Young Leicester.
Young Leicester bowed to Count Portia and said, “Count, that is just an old lunatic who is not in his right mind. The moment he committed this serious crime, he voluntarily gave up his authority as a Lord. Everything he did has nothing to do with my Leicester family.”
After a pause, he said to the Knights in front, “I am now ordering you, as the acting Lord of the Leicester family, to stop your stupid actions immediately!”
Leicester’s eyes turned red. He pointed at Young Leicester and said fiercely, “Bohr, how dare you! I am your father! You betrayed your father!”
Young Leicester said coldly, “I am only protecting my family!”
After a pause, he cursed in a low voice, “Besides, how can someone like you who can use your son’s head as a bargaining chip be called a father?”
Leicester’s body trembled.
He looked at Young Leicester, then at Baron Carter, and finally came to his senses.
“Conspiracy! Carter! This is all your conspiracy!”
“You did it on purpose. You deliberately leaked the news of the Graystone Mine, and you rushed back even at night to bait me. Everything is on purpose! Everything is your conspiracy! You despicable foreigner!”
The ancestor of the Noen family came from a foreign land.
Leicester pointed at the nobles in front and cursed, “And you, you bunch of accomplices! What benefits did Carter give you that you had to protect him like this!?”
Everyone looked at Leicester in shock, their expressions filled with one word:
Crazy!
Leicester grabbed a Knight by the collar. “Why are you stopping? Kill! Kill them all! Kill them all!”
The Knight looked at him, his eyes full of hatred.
He threw away the weapon in his hand. “I lost.”
Leicester was still making a scene.
The Baron frowned and turned his head to look at Young Leicester. Young Leicester nodded, and then he looked at a corner of the crowd.
A man immediately walked out of the crowd and shouted angrily, “Leicester! You murderer! Give me back my sister’s life!”
As he spoke, he took out a dagger and rushed forward.
“Oh! God!”
“Quick… Stop him!”
The crowd cried out in alarm.
However, the guards seemed to be stunned and unmoved. They even seemed to be frightened and stepped aside one after another.
The man successfully rushed in front of Leicester and stabbed him more than ten times with the dagger. Viscount Leicester, whose body was full of holes, fell into a pool of blood just like that.
“Conspiracy… Conspiracy… It’s all a conspiracy…”
He muttered to himself, his eyes wide open, and no sound came out of them.