Chapter 79: "Accident"

There was just a light snow two days ago. The silver-white flower decorations scattered in the mountains and forests made the whole world look so peaceful and peaceful.

The fresh air makes the sky look wider and far-reaching. In the bright sunshine, a fierce barking of dogs breaks the tranquility between the world.

A team of people leisurely turned out from the valley.

The gorgeous fur wears and the majestic horses all show their status. The few people surrounded by many followers are as powerful as victorious generals.

"Hunting after winter snow is indeed a unique flavor. It is truly a famous family with a long history. Lord Olados cannot imitate whether it tastes or interests, we vulgar people."

A young man with a rough appearance gives people the first impression of the type that moves before his brain, and his bright eyes are always shining with a straightforward light.

"Vissue Baruch is so ridiculous."

A gentle and elegant smile was a young man who seemed to be standing at the top of the crowd. His long silver-gray hair was combed in an orderly manner, and his capable face always revealed his incomparable confidence.

"I just borrowed the light of Mariensha to temporarily occupy this prominent position. This is not worth boasting at all. Speaking of which, I admire Ba even more heroes like Viscount Ruk who use his true skills to make achievements in the army with his real skills!"

The other party was talking about taste and interest, but he praised the other party for his proud military achievements. He accepted the other party's praise calmly while raising the other party without any trace. It is not difficult to see from such a conversation that this man is not simple either.

"Hahahahaha, Lord Orados is really too polite. Who doesn't know that the youngest count in St. Ostan is a gentle and elegant young man, the gentle and elegant young master of the turbid world? I wonder how many young girls were heartbroken about this when Lord Ostan married His Highness Marensha. You are such a sinful man."

With a constant smile on his face, Olados shook his head helplessly, as if a steady brother was helpless and ridiculous in the face of the naughty little brother's joke.

Olados Wibenst, 32 years old this year, is the youngest count ever in the Kingdom of St. Ostan. He is also the husband of Princess Mariza Mira Fastro, the current husband of the eldest daughter of Mariza, and the uncle of Princess Cocoli, the sister-in-law of Fastro VII.

In theory, under such a prominent life experience and background, he should be in the core of St. Ostan, but in fact he is just a lord with a vast territory far away from the royal capital Portal. Most of the real owners of this land are his wife, the Grand Duke of Marensha.

The female grand duke of Mariensha is as gentle and virtuous as other traditional women, but her personality is destined to not become a qualified leader. In fact, all the affairs in the territory are managed by Olados, and in this way, the person who truly ruled this land becomes the husband of the female grand duke.

The gentle and elegant conversation, fair and honest attitude towards life, and the wise and wise decisions made the young Earl win the support of everyone in the territory, and some even compared him with Fastro VII.

If St. Ostan does not have Fastro VII today, then the person who can lead the people to continue to become stronger is Olados.

Many people feel sorry for such an excellent person who cannot exert his power in Portral, but the young Count does not seem to take this kind of thing to heart.

He gives people the feeling that he is very content with his current life. In addition to resolutely implementing the tasks assigned by the king in terms of major policies, he manages his territory in his own way. His ease of doing things also allows him to spend more time with his wife and children, and frequently appear in various social occasions without affecting official duties, which makes him very harmonious in the lords of other territories around him.

If we use one sentence to describe the Earl of Orados, then there are only two words - perfection.

The "perfect" that cannot appear in this world.

"I heard that His Highness Marensha already has a second child. Congratulations to you. May Aussett's blessing always surround you, and His Highness Marensha can successfully give birth to a handsome and lovely little Count."

"Hahahaha."

Faced with the blessing of the young viscount, Orados smiled comfortably.

The young Count and the beautiful female grand duke Qinse are also envied by everyone in St. Ostan, and only Fastro VII and Queen Clena can be compared with it. The young couple has a three-year-old daughter, and the female grand duke of Malensa, who is already pregnant with Rocca, insists on going to the chapel every day to pray for a healthy and strong heir to her beloved husband this time.

"Wish the Wibenster family will be peaceful forever."

Others around them took this opportunity to offer their blessings.

"May St. Ostan be safe forever!"

The young Count blessed his motherland loudly.

Everyone was admiring the noble character of the young Count, but no one knew that he had secretly equated the Wibenster family with St. Ostan in his heart.

If the female grandfather Marissa can successfully give birth to a boy this time, then this unborn little guy is likely to be the next king of St. Ostan...

Even his closest wife doesn't know this secret. If he can, he will never be prepared to let his simple and kind wife know it all his life.

He truly loves his wife. Half of his life belongs to that gentle and delicate woman, but his other half of his life belongs to his family's mission that lasted for more than a hundred years...

There are no so-called "perfect" people in this world.

The news about that matter is coming back soon?

Amid the excitement of everyone, Olados kept thinking about his own thoughts.

With the technology provided by those people, Ben Lar and the others should perform their tasks very smoothly, right? Although I am sorry for Little Ralph, this is the fate of being born in the Wang family and the destined fate.

The barking of hunting dogs in the woods not far away came one after another. The hunting team that entered the woods was responsible for driving out the prey sounded the horn of communication. It seemed that they had found a suitable prey.

A hungry lone wolf was chased by a hunting dog and rushed out of the woods. The large group of people suddenly appeared in front of him made him feel a little surprised in fear, and his escape steps also paused subconsciously.

"What a big wolf!"

Viscount Baruch shouted excitedly.

"I didn't expect to encounter such prey in winter! It seems that today's hunting is really worth the trip."

The panicked lone wolf looked back at the hunting hound viciously, turned his head and rushed into the woods on the other side.

"I still want to run?"

The young viscount's resistance was even more excited by the resistance of the prey. He quickly took down the longbow on the saddle and prepared to deal with the other party's life.

"Vissue Baruch."

But Orados smiled and stopped him.

"Your courage is already known to everyone. I wonder if you can give up this prey?"

"Sir, you are so kind."

Although he was still unsatisfied, Baruch could not save the young Count.

"Since you have this interest, I won't be angry."

Looking at the young viscount put away his longbow with a smile, Olados took the reins and rushed into the woods as he chased the footsteps of his prey.

The dry and cold wind swept across his face, which made his mind clearer and his thoughts more agile than usual. His flowing silver-gray hair was like soft silver threads dancing in the wind. The people and horses in the gallop perfectly fit together, as fascinating as heroes walking out of myths.

Feeling the danger approaching, the lone wolf ran even harder, his rapid breathing condensed into balls of white mist in the cold air, and his bright red tongue also swung back and forth between his mouth. In order to get rid of the enemies chasing him, the cunning lone wolf specially selected the introverted and narrow path to run.

But this is useless. The maroon horse under the young Count's straddle is extraordinary. It is the horse from the endless plain to St. Ostan. No matter what kind of difficult terrain it is, it can gallop smoothly like a flat ground. In addition, the woods in winter are not as dense as summer. In order to survive the cold winter, the trees have taken off their green outfits and only lonely and thin branches are left, which makes it easier for the hunters to lock in the escaped prey.

As we got closer, we were getting closer, the distance between the prey and the hunter was significantly shortened, and Olados's mouth inadvertently smiled confidently, and a delicate golden longbow in his hand was pulled into a graceful full moon by him.

In his eyes, the phantom of the brilliant throne appeared, and the prey that was within reach gradually overlapped with the magnificent throne...

From now on, should Jamins choose the candidates for the five emperors?

He watched his breath and predicted the trajectory of the arrowhead. The whistling wind made him ignore the surrounding environment. A big hornet stopped silently at the buttocks of the maroon horse. At this moment, his slender body was arching and lit up the poisonous needle hidden under his abdomen...

"Herod's law~~"

Just as the young count was about to shoot arrows, the running horse suddenly roared and raised its front hooves. The count, who had both hands that were about to open the bow and set the arrow, was thrown out and hit the big tree on one side without any defense...

He did not land, and the branches exposed in the air were like fatal thorns. The poor earl didn't even have time to make a cry and was pierced by a branch stretched out horizontally as his chest. When people who were extremely panicked arrived at the scene from afar, the earl who was carrying the branch had already started to slowly become cold. Only the blood on the ground with the remaining heat slowly melted away the small amount of ice and snow...

The youngest Count of St. Ostan died in an extremely regrettable accident, flashing through the night sky of Truntuk like a shining meteor...

This is a sad "accident", a "accident" like a prank.

The report handed to Portral did not mention the specific cause of the accident, it was just an accident. But no one noticed the thing behind the accident - how could there be hornets in such a season?

No one noticed that on the day of the incident, Viscount Baruch took out a tiny metal cylinder from his saddle and threw it into a dark corner that was ignored...

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Chapter completed!