Chapter 13 Conspiracy vs. Scheme

Schwab was not aware that he was busy preparing to sell his specialty paper. Schwab asked Rubert to find a writer and then cut the Mart paper into neat squares.

"Sir, I have brought the writer you asked me to find." Rubert brought a young man behind him who looked malnourished with vegetables. The young man wore a tattered leather hat and a dirty short jacket.

"Are you a writer?" Schwab asked a little disbelief. In his impression, the cultural people who can write are usually dressed cleanly and tidy, and the writer looks like a beggar.

"Yes, sir, my writing style is the most beautiful in Han Ruowei." The author said with his head down. He was afraid that he would not get the job. His family had not had a good meal for several days.

"Write." Looking at the writer's pitiful appearance, Schwab decided to give him a chance. He asked the writer to write his poems at the Duke's banquet on Marque's paper. The writer's writing was indeed beautiful, and the letters were marked on the paper in his hands as if they had magically cast their ink.

"Oh, Lord, this kind of paper is so good. I have never seen such a good paper." The writer was excited to write while muttering intoxicatedly. Schwab could tell that the young man liked to work in cultural aspects very much, but he needed a money-making job before life completely knocked him down.

"What's your name?" Schwab asked.

"Amory, noble lord." Amory said respectfully. If you have such delicate paper, the nobles in front of you must be very status people.

"Amori, are you willing to follow me?" Schwab asked.

"Me, me? But I can't do anything but write things." Amori said frustrated. No noble would agree to work for him. Amori could only work for the merchants by writing some books to serve the merchants in order to obtain a few insignificant copper coins.

"Give it to you, from now on you serve Sir Schwab of Markburg." Schwab threw it to Amori's three silvershops and said.

"Oh, generous lord, I'm willing to follow you." Amory held the silver sacrificial office in his hand, and was moved to tears. This was the most reward he received in his writing career.

"Write all these papers into poetry, and come here with your family, and wait for my orders." Schwab ordered, when the papers were written with beautiful poems, Schwab asked Rubert to send his servants to the Duke's castle in a good envelope.

The servant brought these beautiful poems to every noble lady. The servant keenly sensed that the atmosphere in the inner city was solemn, as if he was in a cemetery.

"Beautiful Princess Mary, this is the gift Sir Schwab gave you." Schwab specifically asked the servant to give one of the best poems to Princess Mary, and the princess's waiter took the poems and delivered them to Mary.

"Oh, what a beautiful paper, what a beautiful poem." Looking at the delicate paper in my hand, Princess Mary was in a slightly better mood. If Earl Meduoer's daughter was still there, she would definitely like this gift very much. The Duke has promised to severely punish the murderer. The battle axe found on Earl Meduoer pointed the identity of the perpetrator at the OVID.

Princess Mary looked at the beautiful writing and beautiful words on the paper, and remembered the moment when Schwab was hugged in the courtyard. At this time, her friend was killed but she did nothing and could only wait for news from others. How long was Mary longing for a heroic knight to share the burden for her.

"Bring this to your master." Princess Mary handed a silk handkerchief embroidered with gold thread to the servant. This was embroidered by Mary himself with special meaning. "I hope he can visit again."

"Yes, I will definitely bring it to His Highness, the noble princess."

The servant brought the princess's handkerchief to Schwab. Schwab held the handkerchief with the girl's body fragrance and left a beautiful figure in his heart.

"What else did the princess say?" Schwab raised his head and put his handkerchief in place and asked the servant.

"The princess looks sad?" the servant said with a frown.

"Oh? Something happened." Schwab asked quickly.

"I heard from the guards in the castle that Earl Medoer and his family were attacked while walking through the forest, all dead, and even the groom had their heads cut off."

"Meduoer?" Schwab was shocked. In the conversation between Yas and Demon Mountain in the courtyard, the name of Earl Meduoer appeared. After a moment of thinking, he realized that this was a conspiracy.

"Someone found the Ruvid's tomahawks at the scene. The nobles all thought that Ruvid had killed the Earl, and they all gathered in the Duke to shout for revenge."

"Okay, I understand." Schwab touched his chin with his hand and thought carefully. Earl of Medoer, the Ruvid, the war, these words were worn together, "The fisherman won the profits when fighting with the snipe and the clam."

Thinking of this, Schwab quickly rode his horse and ran into the castle. He wanted to reveal Yas's conspiracy through Princess Mary, but this unproof disclosure is probably not so easy.

"Who?" Seeing Schwab riding on horseback, the guards immediately stopped him. At this time, no one could enter and exit the inner city at will without the summoning of the duke.

"I am Sir Schwab of Mark Fort. I want to see His Highness the Princess and express my gratitude to His Highness for his gift." Schwab had no choice but to move Princess Mary out. The guard thought for a while and turned around and entered the tower to report. Schwab was anxiously waiting.

"You can go in." After a while, the guard came out to let Schwab enter, and blinked at Schwab when he was released.

"Sir Schwab, it is very impolite for you to see a lady like this, which will affect the princess' reputation." The princess's maid said dissatisfiedly as she led Schwab in. Princess Mary was waiting for Schwab's audience in her room.

The princess' room is on the third floor of the tower. There are many flowers in the room, emitting a charming fragrance. There are some books and mirrors on the square table. The princess sits on a hollow carved oak chair and looks at Schwab in front of her.

"Sir Schwab, do you have nothing to explain when you come to see me like this? " said Princess Mary.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, the matter is just urgent, I have to come to see you so recklessly."

"Oh? What's the matter that shocked our heroic knights."

"About Earl Medoer." Schwab said seriously. Princess Mary did not expect Schwab to suddenly mention Earl Medoer, and her face was a little pale.

"What's the matter? Do you know who the murderer is?" Princess Mary sat upright, which was her most concerned thing at the moment.

"Please let all the servants retreat first." Schwab looked at the maid behind him. The princess nodded and asked the maid to go out and closed the wooden door.

"Now you can say it."

"Of course." Schwab shrugged and walked slowly. He seemed to be talking about something important, but he was always vague. Just when Princess Mary was a little impatient, Schwab suddenly pulled the door open, and saw the maid who had just left was eavesdropping with her ears, "Aha, a spy."

"No, no princess, I, I just." The panicked maid was grabbed by Schwab's neck, and she begged for mercy to the princess in panic.

"You dare to eavesdrop on my conversation." Mary was furious. The maid had been with her side for a long time, but she didn't expect to do such a thing.

"Tell me, who instructed you, who was bribed you." Schwab thought that Yas had been in the palace for so long, and it was impossible for him to not install spies beside the Duke's family. Unexpectedly, he accidentally caught Yas's eyeliner.

"No, no, I was just curious for a moment, let me spare my highness." The maid begged, and Princess Mary was a little soft-hearted. After all, this was the person around her.

"Okay, I know if you don't say it, it's Lord Gong Xiangyas." Schwab was not a man of irony, but Marty's death made him understand that kindness to the enemy is cruelty to his own people. He grabbed the maid's slender neck and tightened her.

"Oh, spare me." When Schwab said Yas's name, the maid turned pale. She regretted that she should not be greedy for Yas's bounty.

"Why did Yas do this?" Princess Mary realized that the messenger behind the scenes was indeed Yas.

"No wonder, he was also instructed by the person who attacked Earl Medoer this time." Schwab let go of his hand, and the maid collapsed on the ground and cried. She knew that the princess would no longer use her again from now on, and she would work with the rude cooks.

"What? It's him, do you have any evidence?" Princess Mary said in disbelief. After all, Yas counted her relatives.

"Do you remember being in the courtyard last night?" Schwab said.

"Of course I know." A hint of blush appeared on Princess Mary's face, and Schwab knew that she must have thought it was wrong.

"At that time, I heard Yas and Demon Mountain plot together. Although I couldn't hear clearly, they clearly mentioned the name of Earl Medoer."

"Is it really him? I'm going to expose him." Princess Mary stood up and said angrily.

"Don't be impatient, Your Highness, we have no direct evidence to prove it now."

"What should I do with this maid?"

"Let her continue to provide information to Yas and the others." Schwab glanced at the pitiful maid, she was still of use.

"Oh, Princess, I will be loyal. I swear to God that I will not betray you again." The maid knelt on the ground and crawled to Princess Mary, begging.

"Very good, don't forget your oath. You can continue to ask Yas for a bounty, but the information in the future must be done as I said." Schwab drew out his dagger and gestured in front of the maid, which scared the maid to tremble all over. "Go to tell Yas, and Schwab said that Schwab met the princess, flattered the princess, and asked His Highness to ask the Duke to accept Schwab as a vassal, and that's it."

"Yes, sir." The maid listened carefully and left the princess' room.
Chapter completed!