Ansel opened the letter and glanced.

"I think I probably know the reason why he turned against him."

"how?"

"He left there and immediately took the butler to Ms. Altoran's temple to get married." Ansel handed the letter to Warner, and laughed first.

Warner was when his relationship was the sweetest, and he wanted to break up the couple when he went up! No wonder he was so bloody when he got into it.

If this is for a mature noble, he will weigh the pros and cons, but how old is Ander Tilles?

Judging from the information obtained, this young sir was a poor orphan and had no chance to receive a complete aristocratic education. It would be too difficult for him to look at marriage rationally from the perspective of aristocraticism.

Warner Terrence looked at the information carefully and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

This is at the wrong time, and to the wrong person, the wrong thing.

"Okay, okay, there's no need to be a fool with a young man. Play chess, it's your turn to go." Ansel comforted his friend.

Ansel is a sorcerer profession, while Warner is a mage profession. Both of them are actually studying under the Frost Mage Vitos. Speaking of which, it is still a relationship between senior and junior.

(The warlock does not need to learn, otherwise the warlock can only cast the spells that come with his own bloodline.)

Warner put the intelligence aside, walked around for a move, and asked casually: "Then let such a young middle-level professional serve that old fox in Leicester?"

"Haha, we're much younger than that old fox!" Ansel smiled bitterly.

"You can't imagine what my father told me yesterday-Surry Lester deliberately sent Sir Ander Tilles out and followed the caravan through Grah City to give us a chance to win him over."

"What? Is he crazy?" Warner asked in surprise.

Not to mention that Ander Tills is so young, a mid-level professional may not be his end.
Chapter completed!