Chapter 327： Toxic into the lungs (2/2)

Viscount Carroll looked at the illuminated courtyard, and under the bright light of the surroundings, the starry sky over the courtyard seemed to be dim. His eyes swept away and suddenly found the people standing outside the hall. More than one.

A woman wearing a black court dress with a black sombrero and a thin body is standing not far from her. The lady’s dress looks very thin, but there is no magic in the first layer. The shield enveloped her, blocking the cold wind from winter nights.

Lope Nie, the woman of Gloria, is the richest in the South, but it may also be the most unfortunate widow.

"Ms. Roperi," Viscount Carol walked over with a glass of wine. He couldn't let such a lady stand alone on such a cold winter night. "Do you feel so boring in the hall?"

"Please call my title and surname, Mr. Viscount," said Lopney Gülen, looking at the Viscount Carol. Her eyes were deep and her cheekbones were high. The whole person still had a trace of illness, although she could still see it. Beauty, but there is no doubt that her beauty is going downhill in bad health and mood - but for many young aristocratic men, she still has full appeal. "This is a very formal banquet."

"But we are outside the banquet hall," said Viscount Carroll, laughing. After discovering that some of his humor did not get a response, he quietly shifted the subject. "Then, the girl of Gloria, you are on the magic net." Not interested?"

"The Count of Hosman just needs someone to tout him. After the end of the touting is the real money, I don't have to waste time and energy before," Roppenny Gülen said in a near-sounding way. Her style of speaking has always been like this. "And to be honest, my interest in Magic Net is really small. If the price offered by Earl of Hosman is not suitable, I will leave."

Viscount Carroll nodded with a smile: "I understand that Miss Glan is waiting for you to go home."

Referring to her only child, Ropeney Gülen's face was slightly relieved. She turned to look at the Viscount Carol and asked casually: "What about you? Are you not interested in the magic net?"

The Viscount Carol thought about it and revealed a somewhat exaggerated expression of distress: "To be honest, interested, but not interested."

Roppini Gülen finally had a curious look: "Oh?"

"The things from Cecil's collar are so strange," said Viscount Carroll, whispering in a low voice, but the volume was just right for people to hear. His subtle way of speaking was when he provoked the curiosity of the opposite sex. It’s not going to be bad. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed it. Now the South has been full of new gadgets from Cecil’s collars – all kinds of alchemy pharmacies, magic nets, mining machinery, and the quality money they cast, almost Overnight, when everyone didn't respond, Govin Cecil was everywhere..."

Speaking of this, the viscount of Carroll paused and opened his hand: "Even I myself, I will see at least Gaowen every day? Cecil's face is countless times - when counting money."

Rope Nie's mouth was slightly upturned: "I am fine, I only like the silver shield and the golden shield of the kingdom."

"You see, you are also a humorous person," Viscount Carroll immediately complimented, then took the wine glass and looked in the direction of the courtyard. "Many people are not aware of this penetration, but I have a sense of crisis. ... Cecil's 'new stuff' is too convenient, too cost-effective, no one can resist it, but you should also know that the more poisonous things, the more you will pretend to be sweet. People... those magical creations from Gavin Cecil are in my opinion as much as a poison..."

Viscount Carroll said that his eyes were inadvertently swept from the soldiers in the courtyard. In the keen eye of the lower-ranking knight, he saw a belt pack on the waist of a Hosman soldier. The crystal bottleneck of the section.

The crystal bottleneck also bears the logo of Cecil.

"We are afraid that we have been poisoned."

Roperie Gülen saw the Viscount Carol look: "So will you reject these poisons?"

Viscount Carol was silent for a moment and suddenly smiled: "Sometimes, poison is also a cure for illness - as long as everything is in our hands, it is like now, I will go back to the ballroom, go And the Count of Hosman entered the stage of 'real gold and silver'."