assassination
"I really don't understand why he always likes to send useless people." Tiffany coldly sheathed her dagger, wiping the blood off it, and glanced at the corpse of the assassin Ferrand had sent on the ground.
After the meeting ended, Tiffany was attacked by a group of men in black in her carriage. This was the third time this month that Tiffany had been assassinated by Ferrand.
She's been arguing with Hicks these past few days and hasn't had a chance to talk to Payron.
Tiff stared at the corpse of the leader of the men in black on the ground and slowly walked towards him.
She grabbed the man's hair, plunged the dagger into his neck, and then severed his head.
Drops of blood fell, dripping onto the damp soil and then seeping into it.
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"Your Grace, the assassination attempt failed." This was what his attendant told Duke Ferrand after he alighted from his carriage.
Ferrand didn't care; he hadn't expected the assassination to succeed anyway. He took off his coat and headed towards the bedroom.
Pushing open the bedroom door, a crimson scene came into view. Ferrand's pupils contracted sharply, and he stopped in his tracks. Blood was splattered all over the floor, and there were bloodstains everywhere on the sofa and curtains.
There was a pile of human heads on the bed; upon closer inspection, they turned out to be the heads of the men Ferrand had sent.
Ferrand stared at Tiffany's "masterpiece" with a gloomy expression.
Just then, the butler's voice came from afar, "My lord! My lord! Please go and check on the young master!"
Ferrand's expression changed, and he hurriedly rushed to Luke's room.
Upon seeing Luke's current state, he was so enraged that he could barely stand and almost fell over. An arrow pierced through Luke's still-blind eye and pinned him to the wall. Blood flowed down the wall behind him and dripped onto the ground, forming a small pool of blood.
"Rook, Rook..." He rushed over, and the servants beside him cut the arrow in half. He held Rook's still-warm body and cried out.
"Go find a doctor, you bunch of useless trash!"
He held the body until he realized it was truly dead, then slowly released his grip and placed the body back on the ground.
Tiff, it must be Tiff.
He clenched his fists and kept cursing Tiffany.
Meanwhile, Tiffany was on a date with Mullie.
Since Rother's disappearance and the dissolution of their engagement, and Tiff's inheritance of the title, King Eilat has been arranging frequent contact between the two, both openly and secretly.
"Is this your cat, Your Highness?" In the palace garden, Tiffany, as usual, put on her innocent and innocent act.
Watching the orange cat affectionately rubbing against his palm as he petted it, Mullie smiled gently and nodded slightly.
"Yes, it's always with me when I don't go out."
Tiff reached out her hand, rubbed it a couple of times, and then withdrew it. She didn't particularly like animals, nor did she want to pretend to like them.
Watching Tiff casually brush against him and then pull back, Mullie's gentle smile remained unchanged, though a glint flashed in his eyes.
Mullie withdrew his hand, and as he stood up, everything suddenly went black before his eyes, and a metallic taste of blood rose from his throat.
"Cough cough cough cough..." He knew he had another attack without even looking.
"Your Highness!" Only Tiff's urgent cry could be faintly heard in my ears, "Someone come here!"
When she saw Mullie spit out a mouthful of blood, Tiffany rushed forward to support the swaying man.
After Murray completely lost consciousness and his entire weight pressed down on Tiffany, Tiffany didn't hesitate to let go, letting him fall to the ground. Then she squatted down and anxiously called out Murray's name.
After the servants took the man away and placed him on the bed, Tiff hesitated for a moment before deciding to stay and wait for Murray to wake up.
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