Chapter 143: Stepmother and the Dagger The stepmother's murderous intent never ceases...
In the stone house area that was purchased separately, the young gray-haired knight easily attracted most of the guards, swept them away with a kick, and accurately used their bodies to break open the door.
"Bang!"
Vifia looked at the open door, walked up to it, and paused at the threshold. She said to the knight inside, who was obviously the leader and had a wary look on his face, "I'm here to see Mrs. Cooper."
The leading knight stared at her, trying to figure out her identity, comparing her appearance carefully. He had heard that Marquis Kesley of the Segarot Empire was also here, and she had a gray-haired civilian knight.
His eyes moved back and forth between the knights behind her. A great noble had only appointed a commoner knight. This matter had long been spread among the knights, and he had heard of it even in Ulucia.
Now, even when she goes out, she only takes him with her.
The knight suppressed the complex emotions deep within him, a mixture of jealousy and envy he couldn't quite place, but he spoke nonetheless: "Sorry, our lady doesn't have any requests for an interview today."
The words suddenly changed: "But we will inform you, please wait a moment."
After turning around to give orders to the knight beside him, he glanced past Vifia and looked behind her. Every move of the swordsman was obviously different from any other knight's. It looked fair and upright, and all the trajectories of the sword were under everyone's sight, but no one could guess his next move.
"Arnold." Vifia spoke softly. Arnold, who was about to hit the next knight behind her, suddenly withdrew his hand, leaving the knights in fear. He put the sword back into his waist and stood behind her.
He glanced calmly at the leading knight. They went to report without asking who she was, which meant that they knew Vifiya's identity. It was very rude to let a noble wait at the door.
But Vifiya said nothing, and he just gripped the hilt of the sword tightly.
In the crowd, servants and knights came with a woman.
Vifiya raised her eyes and met the woman's. For a moment, there was a calm smile in the woman's eyes.
The woman came up to her and saluted, "Good morning, Lord Marquis. I didn't know you would come today. I'm sorry for being so rude."
Vifiya was not at all embarrassed to come uninvited. She lifted Mrs. Cooper with one hand and said, "You're welcome, ma'am."
Mrs. Cooper followed her hand and stood up, with a subtle observation in her eyes. She looked at Vifia's face and saw that she was smiling.
Even though she was caught, Mrs. Cooper quickly put on a compliant smile and made an inviting gesture towards the house: "Your Excellency the Marquis, please."
Vifia followed behind Mrs. Cooper, hiding the thoughtful look in her eyes. She was a smart woman. She knew that her intention was not good, so she neither mentioned her uninvited visit nor their action.
Fortunately, she did not look down on this lady.
Smoke rose from the teacup. Vifia sat opposite Mrs. Cooper and, without waiting for her to speak, said, "Ma'am, I'm here to see Kaharun."
Mrs. Cooper's hand, which was about to pick up the teacup, stopped mid-air and she retracted her hand: "My Lord Marquis, I haven't seen my stepson for a long time."
"Really?" Vifiya smiled softly, "Madam, do you really not know?"
Mrs. Cooper asked, "How should I know?"
"Well, there's nothing we can do about it." Vifiya said helplessly.
Mrs. Cooper, who thought the other party would be very difficult to deal with, was stunned. Since she heard that the Marquis of Caseley was coming, she had been cheering up and prepared for a long conversation.
As a businessman, you should never underestimate a person before you get to know him.
She dared not look down on a girl who had become a noble before she even reached adulthood, no matter how she became a marquis.
"Madam, let's talk about something else." Vifia raised her hand and stretched it behind her, and Arnold behind her handed her a dagger.
She put it on the table, and the dagger and the wooden table made a crisp sound.
Mrs. Cooper stared at the dagger for a moment, then pretended to be dumb and asked, "My Lord Marquis, what do you mean by this?"
Vifiya leaned back in her chair, smiling, "Madam, that's what I mean."
Mrs. Cooper looked down from her face and looked at the dagger on the table again, with a faint smile: "Are you threatening me?"
"Yes." She admitted it so readily that Mrs. Cooper was surprised and her face changed slightly.
She had rarely seen this kind of conversation... a conversation that was enough to flip the table, but the other party was very polite.
She calmed her expression and said, "My Lord Marquis, even if you are a noble from another country, you..."
"What's wrong with me?" Vifiya did not hide the indifference in her eyes. "Madam, didn't I tell you? I came for Kaharun."
Mrs. Cooper had met people who were more difficult than her before. She suppressed her displeasure and put on a smile again: "But I also said that I haven't seen him for a long time."
Vifia didn't say anything for a moment. She looked at Mrs. Cooper quietly. Based on what Kaharun had said before, she was not willing to believe that this lady really didn't know where Kaharun was.
Although there was no particular conflict between her and him, coming over to warn her now seemed impulsive.
But Kaharun helped her a lot. After all, they could be considered friends who had gone through life and death together.
She only knew that Kaharun didn't want to have anything to do with the Cooper family. It was true that he had to solve his family affairs himself, but now he hadn't made up his mind on how to retaliate. As friends, all they could do was to use what they had and reduce the interference from the Cooper family.
This is a kind of superposition. When there are enough things behind a person, whether it is money, power, or people intertwined with it, if you want to touch this person, you must consider what is behind it and dare not act rashly.
His red eyes were sharp, and he tapped his fingertips on the table. "Madam, I won't ask you about what you did to him in the past, but from now on, until the next time I see him, if he gets even a small wound, or if he gets into any trouble that has anything to do with the Cooper family, I will blame you."
Mrs. Cooper looked at her expression and knew that the girl in front of her was serious. Such unreasonable words were simply outrageous.
She couldn't help but sneer on her face: "Don't you think it's far-fetched? Are you going to become enemies with the Cooper family because of his few words?"
Vifiya understood the hidden meaning in her words and looked at her as if she was a fool.
Mrs. Cooper, whose attention had always been on her, finally had a crack in her perennial smile.
The girl opposite smiled playfully and said, "Madam, I think you've made a mistake. I'm talking about you."
Besides, why didn't she trust her friend but instead trusted a woman she met for the first time?
Under the invisible edge of the table, Mrs. Cooper clenched her hands, her fingertips dug into her palms. She tried her best to control her breathing, and the smile on her face had disappeared.
No wonder he could become a marquis at such a young age.
She did it on purpose.
Damn Kaharun! When did he find a nobleman willing to stand up for him? First, it was a woman of unknown origin who always managed to stop her from taking action. Now it’s a nobleman from another country. Why didn’t he die in that river? Mrs. Cooper cursed in her heart.
That's right, Vifia did it on purpose. Since she knew what Mrs. Cooper feared the most, there was no reason not to do so. Excluding her from the Cooper family was enough to drive her crazy.
Without waiting for Mrs. Cooper to react, Vifia stood up and said, "Since you don't know where he is."
She lowered her eyes and said, "We'll go find it ourselves."
She stared at her without moving her eyes, and said with a smile: "Arnold, go ask the lady's son to come and talk. I think he should know where Kaharun is."
Of course, she has the final say on where to go to chat.
She took a step to leave, but the two knights guarding the door blocked her way.
Mrs. Cooper's voice came from behind: "My Lord Marquis, haven't I already said that I don't know..."
"Bang!" The knight behind her collapsed to the ground. Before Mrs. Cooper could look over, a cold feeling had already reached her neck, and then it turned lightly and crossed her throat.
On the hilt of the sword was a girl's hand.
The knight at the door saw Mrs. Cooper being kidnapped and hurried forward.
Arnold stood in front.
"You really don't know?" Osa glanced at Mrs. Cooper, and there was a hint of danger in her words, "Ma'am."
Mrs. Cooper lowered her eyes vigilantly, not daring to move an inch, suppressing the fear in her heart. How did she knock down the knight so quietly, and how did she get in!
Her eyes suddenly turned to Vifiya's back, and at this moment, she suddenly realized that she had overlooked the most important point.
A great noble, who only brought a knight with her, hardly had the standards of a great noble. What gave her the confidence?
Vifiya turned around and asked Mrs. Cooper, "Actually, I'm curious. I've already said this, why are you still unwilling to hand over Kaharun?"
As they stared at each other, she didn't hide the scrutiny in her eyes: "You obviously know where he is."
She knew clearly that Kaharun had been taken away by her son. After all these years, he was finally within her reach once again. This was a risky but advantageous opportunity...
The red pupils gradually sharpened: "You still want to kill him."
"Crash." There was a sudden commotion outside the door.
The two knights still standing in the room didn't have time to react before they felt something crawling all over their bodies and they fought the urge to scratch it.
"Bang!" The wallets of the two men fell down one after another. They were startled and tried to reach out to grab them quickly, but because of the big movements they made, a dense crawling sensation spread all over their bodies.
Instinct was faster than reason, and before the two could react, the hands had already reached out to their bodies.
There were also faint complaints coming from outside the door, making a chaotic mess.
"So you stole my money!"
"Nonsense! It's obviously mine!"
Mrs. Cooper opened her eyes wide, trying to see something on Vifia's face, but unfortunately, there was nothing except murderous intent towards her.
The door was suddenly opened. Ignoring the two knights who were pushed aside, Isidore glanced inside and walked to Vifia.
His silver eyes stared at Mrs. Cooper, as if he was thinking about something. He asked Vifiya doubtfully, "Can't we just kill her?"
Solve the source of the trouble and the trouble will no longer exist.
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