Chapter 30 Until death and resurrection are not good words
Vifiya and Osa had a simple meal together, and at the table they tacitly agreed not to mention what had happened before.
She had been planning to find an opportunity to ask Isidore what else was written about dragons at the end of the three pages in the ancient book, but when she was leaving, she unexpectedly saw the carriage of the Marquis's Mansion, and Neve beside it.
Niv stepped forward, a polite smile on her face, bowed to them, and fixed her eyes on Vifiya: "Miss, we have guests."
When the host is not at home and guests come, the general rule is to refuse them, as this kind of person who has come specifically to visit...
The moment Vifia's eyes met Neve's, she keenly realized that Neve would not do such an unnecessary thing for no reason.
She then turned aside, apologetically saying goodbye to Isidore and the other two. "Sorry, I have to go back now. Let's meet again next time."
The three of them did not suspect anything, and although they felt regretful, they still let Vifiya go back first.
Neve welcomed Vifiya into the carriage, and the carriage shook, and the wheels started turning.
She took out a letter from her pocket and handed it to Vifiya: "Miss, it's a letter from the lady."
She lowered her voice, speaking loud enough for Vifia to hear, "Miss, the messenger sent by the lady said that it's best if you don't go out today."
Vifia's eyelids twitched, but she had already come out. It was too coincidental that she had to connect what happened at noon with the words of the Marquise.
She opened the envelope, and the contents at the beginning made her eyelids jump.
Is the magician researching magic that can bring the dead back to life?
Vifiya didn't understand magic, but she knew that coming back to life from the dead was not normal for this world.
Resurrection from the dead wasn't a nice word for her either.
Vifiya continued reading, her red pupils fixed on the lines of words. She slightly clenched the parchment and even set her sights on Neve. Is the Marquis crazy?
She patiently read the last part. The magician would go to Lachigo for a day today and might find an opportunity to contact Neve to confirm whether she could be a qualified test subject.
Vifiya understood what the Marquise meant. Once she went out, Neve would definitely follow her, and Neve would very likely meet the magician.
But this time, Vifiya left Neve behind and did not bring her out with her. She also didn't know how the messenger talked to Neve and asked her to come out to find her.
In the eyes of the Marquis, Neve is honest and loyal, an orphan, and most importantly, she keeps her mouth shut, making her the perfect candidate for a test subject.
She folded the parchment back into the envelope and put it back in. She looked up with the same expression as usual: "Neve, did you meet any strange people when you came out?"
Niffe looked puzzled and blurted out, "No." She paused, then lowered her eyes in thought, a little hesitant. "Does it count if someone asks for directions? I gave him a very clear answer, but he kept asking."
Upon hearing this, Vifiya asked a few more questions: "Besides this, what else does he do? Did you see what he looks like?"
Neve sat up straight and quickly spoke again, "He was just asking for directions. He looked very ordinary, with brown hair and eyes, but he had a burn scar on the left side of his face."
Seeing no special changes on Vifiya's face, she lowered her eyes. Neve couldn't see what she was thinking, and she couldn't help but feel uneasy: "Miss, is this related to me?"
Vifiya raised her head and looked at Niv. Seeing her expression, she smiled softly and lied without changing her expression: "It's okay, Niv. It's probably directed at me."
She knew that Neve would believe it.
Neve's face changed and she turned her head slightly. She didn't ask why the man came to Vifiya, nor did she ask Vifiya how to be sure that the man was not simply asking for directions. Instead, she asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Weifeiya just wanted to plant the seed in Nifu's mind that there was indeed such a person with bad intentions who wanted to take advantage of her. She shook her head and said comfortingly: "Nifu, don't worry, I will take care of it."
Neve pursed her lips, folded her hands slightly, and her brown eyes were firm: "I believe you, Miss."
Vifiya nodded and looked at the moving street scene outside the carriage window.
Regarding such a secret matter as the magician, the information the Marquise gave her was almost specific. She knew that the Marquise had her own methods, and she had cooperated with the Marquise several times, but the Marquise always surprised her.
She really cared about the child she was hiding, her and her beloved child.
Vifia glanced at the envelope calmly. This time she didn't dare to believe the Marquise completely.
Coming back from the dead is not necessarily a bad thing for the Marquise, after all, her beloved is dead.
After a while, Vifiya discovered that this was not the way back to the mansion, but the direction of the college.
Neve said at the right moment: "Miss, you do have a guest, a student named Arnold."
Vifiya said, "He's in the tent?"
She asked Arnold to do something for her, and judging by the time, he should be back.
Neve nodded, "Yes, Miss."
The wheels slowly stopped, and Vifiya, who had returned to the academy, lifted her skirt and walked towards the tent.
The patrolling knights stood up and saluted when they saw her. Vifiya nodded slightly, and Neff opened the tent door for her. Vifiya turned around and said to Neff, who was not about to go in, "Neff, don't go too far outside. If you need help, just ask the knights for help."
Neve agreed, and Vifiya went in.
Arnold, who had been waiting for a long time, had already stood up when he heard Vifiya's voice. When he saw her come in, he took a few steps forward, bowed his head and half-knelt: "Miss.
Vifiya supported Arnold with one hand and said to him who had stood up, "It's just the two of us. No need to be polite. Please sit down."
After Vifia sat down, Arnold walked over and sat opposite her.
He took out two bottles of potion and placed them on the table.
Vifiya opened the colorless bottle, sniffed it, then picked up another bottle, shook it slightly, and looked at the bottom of the bottle. The blue color was clear and without any impurities.
Seeing that the potions were fine, Arnold said, "I will follow your instructions and go to the Mercenary Association and Cyronil to get these two potions."
Vifiya's eyes lingered on the potion for a moment and she asked, "Is everything going well?"
Arnold nodded. "It's easy to get it from the Mercenary Association. The bard in Cyronil..."
He spoke hesitantly, "The bard committed suicide the next day after giving me the potion."
Vifiya's face reflected in his eyes, and there was no surprise on her expression. He had doubts about the Mercenary Association, but he would not ask if she didn't say it.
A few years ago, the number of mercenaries increased, and they even formed groups, gradually becoming a source of worry for the royal family.
Therefore, before their power could expand further, the royal family took drastic measures to disband all mercenary strongholds in the empire and ordered them not to be established again.
The current Mercenary Association was just a secret organization formed by former mercenaries, and they gathered together again bit by bit. In other words, the current mercenaries are an illegal organization.
But they are extremely bold and their base is in Lachigo.
He didn't know how Vifiya, a noble lady, knew about this stronghold, and not only did she not report it to the royal family, but she also asked him to get the things.
As for that strange bard in Seronil, the Marquis's territory...
As if she knew what he was thinking, Vifiya chuckled and said in a relaxed tone: "Did you see the bard die with your own eyes? Don't worry, he cherishes his life very much."
This strange old man, to be precise, was her pharmacy teacher, whom she met by chance in the life when she became a marquis.
A bard who is ignored by everyone, but can make potions that are more effective than those of the royal pharmacist. However, he has a rule that if someone buys Finanrona, he will leave that place.
It was quite pleasant to get along with him in that life. Although he seemed to dislike her lack of talent in words and deeds, he still taught her diligently.
Vifia's eyes fell on the blue potion. Finanrona was the name of the blue potion, the bard's most proud work, and the poison she had used to poison Reilold.
Arnold was slightly surprised and lowered his head. He did hear that the bard had committed suicide the next day. Before he had time to see him, his body was thrown into the cemetery.
Seeing that he had figured it out, Vifiya stood up, turned around, picked up a small cloth bag not far away, and put it in front of Arnold.
Arnold opened it and saw that it was silver coins, sixteen in total.
Weifeiya sat down and said, "I've paid your salary for this month in advance."
Arnold pushed the purse over: "It's too much."
The lowest-ranking ordinary knight only received eighty copper coins a month, and even the higher-ranking flag-bearing knight only received one gold coin a month.
He agreed to become her knight, but sixteen silver coins was almost the reward for a banner knight.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to collect it, but it’s too much and he can’t collect it.
His reaction was within Vifiya's expectations. She pushed the purse back and said, "You are my personal knight, chosen by me personally. You are worth the price now."
After a pause, seeing that Arnold was still hesitant, which was rare, she wanted to make a joke. So she said it this way: "If someone wants to poach you in the future, or wants to get information about me from you, you can also remember that your employer has not treated you unfairly and has paid you a high price. Please show some mercy to me."
Upon hearing this, Arnold did not agree. Instead, he sat up straight with an extremely serious expression: "I will not betray you, and I will not leave. You are also the master I chose."
Logically, civilian knights have no power to choose, but he still felt for no reason that Vifiya would not feel offended by his words.
Weifeiya was startled, lowered her eyes, and quickly looked at him: "Then you are worth more than this price, don't refuse."
Having said that, Arnold finally accepted the purse.
Weifeiya looked at his neatly arranged clothes, but could not hide the fatigue from the past few days. She spoke again: "You have worked hard recently. You should go back and rest."
Arnold stood up and half-knelt in greeting. This time he did not bow his head. He looked at Vifia's red pupils, which were exactly the same as the increasingly clear dream. This was the master he had chosen and the one he wanted to be loyal to.
He took out a piece of paper and handed it to Vifia. Becoming her knight was just a verbal agreement, and this was something he could do to repay her trust.
Vifiya took it. The paper was warm, parchment, and inside was a contract.
He will defend everything she has with his life and swear to the goddess Lehomy that he will never betray her no matter what happens until his death.
Arnold's name was already written on the paper, and all Vifia needed to do was sign her own name for the contract to be officially established.
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