Sauron Territory.

The weather is nice today, but pretty hot for an average person.

The Territory of Soran, like the former Territory of Pompeii, is deep in the forest, like a small piece of land in the forest, surrounded by the forest on all sides.

At this moment, in the deep forest in the east, on a small piece of land.

A small funeral is being held here. Most of the people attending the funeral are peasant women, farmers, and peasant children.

Years of hard work have made these farmers strong and dark, and the children are also dark and wear half-worn clothes.

But they were not malnourished.

The governance philosophy of the Territory of Solon, like that of the Territory of Pompeii before it, is to treat the lower classes leniently.

The Soran family has a high reputation in the territory.

In addition to the farmers, Luther, Marshall and three other guys also attended the funeral. Newton didn't come, not because he couldn't move. Now Newton can move, but he just didn't come.

However, the coffin and tombstone where Miss Aisha was buried were sent by Newton.

Luther and the others didn't actually feel sad because they didn't know Aisha at all, but they still felt heavy-hearted.

The funeral was over quickly and the peasants dispersed. Only one farmer, one peasant woman, and a few young boys and girls were still crying.

Luther walked up with Marshall and others and said to the farmer: "If you have any difficulties, just go to Newton and he will help you."

"Thank you." The farmer said with red eyes, bowing to Luther and others.

Luther nodded at him, and left with Marshall and others. After they got out of the forest, they mounted their horses and headed towards the castle.

"Ms. Biman said that Viscount Silver Wing did not intend to kill them. Miss Aisha may have committed suicide out of shame."

After a pause, Marshall said.

"Yeah." Luther's face was very calm.

He saw it when he entered the hall. Miss Aisha must have felt ashamed and hit the corner of the dining table and died. The wound on her forehead was too obvious.

In fact, this is unnecessary. For nobles, premarital behavior is very normal, and it is even more common to say that she was raped.

Newton really liked Miss Aisha and would not have minded. If Miss Aisha had not died, Newton would not have lost his mind on the spot and eventually lost his right arm.

Everything wouldn't be as sad as it is now.

As for Miss Beeman and Miss Diana, they did not make the matter public and quietly returned to their parents. Maybe they are trembling with fear now, but I believe they will calm down after some time.

As for Newton, what is most worrying is that he is neither speaking nor moving, but just sitting on the bed in a daze.

Knight Lipton also shed tears and sighed from time to time. Madam Soren cried every day and was currently lying in bed recuperating.

The Soran family suffered a huge blow.

And it's all just a man who can't control his lower body.

Luther actually does not despise the chaotic private lives of the world's nobles. As long as both parties are willing, there is no need to force it.

The lords can have as many women as they want, why be so dirty?

Of course it was all because of Newton. If it weren't for Newton, Luther wouldn't care about the damn Viscount Silver Wing and would have raped so many women.

Grass.

Back at Soren Castle, Luther and the others handed their horses to the guards in the castle, and then entered the main part of the castle. In the hall, Knight Lipton sat in the main seat with a haggard look on his face.

The tip of the gutter nose is red, which looks both pitiful and funny.

Knight Lipton said to Luther with red eyes.

In fact, this was not the case at all. Newton was not worried about his status as heir, he was just too sad.

Love really is a wonderful thing.

"good."

But Luther still agreed. He asked the servant to bring a bottle of wine, picked up two glasses, and asked Marshall and others not to come up. He went upstairs alone and came to Newton's room.

Newton sat on his bed, bent his legs, and stared out the window blankly. His fat body had become much thinner, but his face became more handsome because of the thinness.

Luther placed the wine glass on the small cabinet beside the bed, then filled two glasses, picked up one of the glasses and handed it to Newton, saying, "Have a drink?"

Newton looked back at Luther and took the wine. The two men clinked glasses and took a sip. Newton did not drink to relieve his sorrow because there was no point.

"Was she buried?" Newton asked.

"Well, there are still many people accompanying her before she leaves this world. She is not alone." Luther nodded and said.

"Luther, do you know what I have been thinking about recently?" Newton asked.

"What are you thinking about?" Luther shook the wine glass in his hand and walked to the window. He opened the curtains a little more to let more sunlight in, then turned around and asked.

"I was thinking if I were a high-ranking knight, I would kill Viscount Silver Wing," Newton said.

"Killing him will have serious consequences, not to mention he has many guards around him. A high-level knight is meaningless unless he is a great knight," Luther said.

"If open killing doesn't work, then assassination will do. But I'm too weak." Newton was feeling a little depressed.

Luther sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but think of Miss Ruth again. This shitty world.

If Luther possessed the strength of an Earth Knight, he would definitely search the world for information, and then go find the Queen of the Vampires and bring Miss Ruth back.

Although Luther's love for Miss Ruth was not pure and not as deep as Newton's love for Miss Aisha, Luther's feelings for Miss Ruth were not just for fun.

“Just work hard in the future. Even though you only have one hand left, as long as you are strong enough, you can still kill many people.” Luther patted Newton’s shoulder gently and comforted him.

"Luther, I imagine you borrowing money to buy potions," Newton said.

"How much?" Luther asked.

"Fifty thousand," said Newton.

"I'll send someone to deliver it to you when I get back," Luther said.

"Thank you," Newton said.

Luther pounded his fist on Newton's chest, meaning, what are we saying thanks for?

Luther did not stay in Soren Castle, but returned to their respective territories with Marshall and others. Before that, they had accompanied Newton for a long time, and there was no point in continuing to accompany him.

This pain will take time to heal, and Newton needs to get over it on his own.

No one can help him.

Luther's work has just begun, because Old Thor cannot kill Viscount Silver Wing, Baron Philip cannot kill him either, Natsu and Wilson are even less reliable, and Newton is not strong enough.

So this job fell on Luther.

This matter is not over yet.

(End of this chapter)