Hate me, Miss Witch

Chapter 90 Brother Xia Ya is getting married?

"engagement?"

Xia Ya repeated the other party's vocabulary and glanced at the elegant and decent butler in front of him: "I thought you came to me to settle accounts because I broke up the Sin Thorn Club..."

"How could it be? Master Xia Ya, you are worrying too much."

Lille still maintained a humble smile: "That kind of gold-selling cave that is obsessed with money and wealth is unacceptable to the world and should have been eradicated long ago."

"In fact, some people in the family have always been dissatisfied with the chaotic public security in the Dwell Port area, but after all, we have no law enforcement power. If you and the military can send people to eradicate them, it will undoubtedly give us a lot of peace of mind."

"By the way, Master Xia, please wait a moment."

After another impeccable salute to Char, Leer turned around and walked back to the carriage.

Then, he walked out holding a wooden box in his hands.

"Master Xia, please accept it."

Xia Ya glanced at Leer, who was clearly a title-level beast master but claimed to be an old servant, took the wooden box and opened it.

Inside the wooden box is a letter with a red back cover. In the lower left corner is a vermilion rose flower, indicating that it comes from the "Vermilion Rose" Borgia family.

In the upper right corner are three cherry red roses.

In the aristocratic circles of the Foresta Empire, such a mark on a letter means that it is a marriage letter.

Generally speaking, after the heads of the two noble families have completed negotiation and weighing and reached a consensus of interests, they will issue such a marriage contract to both parties.

On the cover of the letter was written a line of gold-plated calligraphy - "Collected by Char Yinguli"

Xia Ya frowned and raised his eyes to look at Lear in front of him.

"My surname is not Ingulit."

"Besides, I never remember that I made a marriage contract with the eldest lady in your family..."

……

"That is the engagement made by Master Xia's elders for you when my eldest daughter was just born."

"You were only a few months old at the time, so naturally you wouldn't remember."

Leer looked at Xia with a kind face, like a kind elder.

"When Borgia made the marriage contract with the Ingulit family, I also went to Ceylon with the family owner..."

"Moreover, I also hugged you, Master Xia Ya, who was still an infant at that time, but you didn't remember it at the time, and maybe you had already forgotten."

There was a hint of deep regret and grief in Lear's old eyes.

"Our head of the family and Master Xia's father have made an agreement to wait until the day when you and the eldest lady are both seventeen years old before informing you of the content of the engagement."

"only--"

"No one thought that such a shocking tragedy would happen in Ceylon."

"We made an appointment to drink wine together again as in-laws at the wedding of Master Xia Ya and the eldest lady, but at this moment, it has become a farewell..."

While talking, Lear also took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the corners of his eyes.

"At that time, everyone thought that no one in Ceylon survived the tragedy..."

"But I didn't expect that Master Xia Ya miraculously survived."

His face became a little more solemn: "I know that you, Master Xia, were still very young when you encountered that big change. You may even have been mentally shocked by that disaster and lost part of your memory."

"And all these years you've been living on your own, even changing your last name to avoid getting into trouble."

"I also know that you have lost the protection of your family and you have achieved what you have achieved today all by yourself. Under such circumstances, you must be extremely wary of everything in the outside world, and you may not be concerned about what I said. Will trust.”

"but--"

Lille's words became serious and sincere: "Even though the former "Flower of Winter" has been broken, our Borgias are by no means that kind of family that forgets its own interests and betrays its oath. "

"Although our family's power is small, it still has its own dignity. We don't need to rely on marriage to maintain our strength."

"Although it has spanned more than ten years, the Borgia family will continue to fulfill the original engagement."

As he spoke, he bowed deeply to Xia Ya.

"In seven days, Miss Histalia will return to the Imperial Capital from the Holy Court of the Theocracy."

"At that time, the Borgia family will hold a grand banquet for the eldest lady and Master Xia."

"Invitations to the banquet have been sent out to all the nobles in the royal family and will be published in all newspapers. Many members of the royal family will also be invited together -"

"At that time, I hope that Master Xia Ya can be present and discuss with the eldest lady the specific date for your wedding."

"in addition……"

Leal's voice dropped slightly.

He came to Xia Ya's side and whispered.

"Over the years, as a member of the Oath Family, the Borgia family has never given up on hunting down the murderer who destroyed Ceylon."

"And what I can tell you is that we have caught each other's heels."

"I know that Master Xia Ya must want to kill the culprit with his own hands, so on the day of the banquet, we will definitely give Master Xia Ya a surprise."

"Then, please allow me to take my leave."

After saying all this, Lier just put on his hat again and gave a servant salute to Xia Ya. Xia Ya took a deep look at Lille, who had a friendly smile on his face.

Look very deeply.

It can only be said that he is worthy of being the great steward in charge of most affairs in the Borgia family.

Even Norton would be ashamed of his ability to tell lies with open eyes.

He can really turn black into white without feeling embarrassed at all.

If I really had protective amnesia due to a strong mental shock in Ceylon, I might really believe the other person's lies.

but--

The last words Li Er said, the so-called surprise prepared for Xia, actually made him a little surprised.

Charia watched as Lier boarded the carriage that he had just arrived from, and soon disappeared at the end of the street.

……

Where the Foresta Empire meets the Golden Plains.

Deep blue collar, on the outskirts of the border city Ressa, with gray and white hills.

After a long period of excavation by the Black Vulture Guards dispatched by the official empire, a complete ruins of the Cangting Ancient Kingdom were excavated and cleared.

But at this moment, there was only one person standing on the ruins of the entire Cangting capital.

It was a witch with pure silver hair, and the dusk was rushing around her, covering the entire ruins of the royal capital.

Sylvia stood like this on the homeland where she was born and raised. Today she had replaced her somewhat shabby jet black gauze dress and replaced it with a rather trendy lady from the Widowmaker district of the imperial capital. dress.

There was no emotion on her pretty plain white face, and the huge ancient book was frozen in the dusk, maintaining an open posture in mid-air.

Lines of pale golden writing appeared on the thick book.

"Back here again..."

"After achieving the legend, I have returned to the Cangting Royal Capital countless times to investigate, but when many mythical creatures appeared in the capital, all clues about that night were wiped out."

"And now that more than five hundred years have passed, naturally there will no longer be any useful information here."

"However, I do feel the turbulence of time. Not long ago, there should have been historical reverberations here."

"Brother Xia Ya, did you come to the time and space where I am through the reverberations of history?"

"Sure enough, if you want to find out the truth of everything, you still have to go to the Imperial Capital. Although... I am actually a little afraid of seeing Brother Xia..."

"In other words, I am actually afraid that his answer to me will not be the one I expected..."

The pale golden handwriting paused slowly.

A white jade-colored bowl appeared in Sylvia's hand, containing brown grilled fish.

Because the production process of this kind of food is too simple and crude, it does not meet the aesthetic needs of nobles and big hotels. Fioren spent a lot of effort to find it from a small street shop.

She picked up a piece of grilled fish and put it into her mouth with wooden chopsticks in an elegant manner. This was a skill that Xia Adam taught her during her early days of leisure. More than five hundred years later, Sylvia has not forgotten it.

When the food came into her mouth, Sylvia closed her eyes, as if she was still there, and didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

The corners of her mouth sometimes raised and sometimes twitched, but she was more happy than melancholy.

Light golden text appeared on the book.

"The heat, seasonings, ingredients, pickling and cooking techniques... are countless times better than the original grilled fish."

"But it's still not as good as the smell beside the campfire on that winter night."

After an unknown amount of time, Sylvia's beautiful eyes opened, silver flowing, crystal clear like the bright moon.

The intertwined joy and melancholy in her eyes disappeared, and in just a moment, she turned back into the gorgeous silver witch.

There were slight footsteps, and Fioren, who was wearing a metal mask, rolled off the black-scaled dragon and walked to Sylvia's side.

Fioren held a brand new newspaper in his hand, published by the Royal Press.

She handed the newspaper over: "Your Majesty Silvia, according to your instructions, I will notify you immediately after receiving the news about Char Egut."

Fioren looked at the silver-haired witch in front of him who was frozen in the dusk, and then he spoke cautiously: "I think you might be a little interested in the things above..."

Sylvia took the newspaper from Fiolen's hand with some confusion and glanced at it coldly.

With legendary mental strength, one can read all the information in a newspaper word for word with just one glance.

next moment--

Snap——

The newspaper was torn violently by the pale palms of the Cang Yin Witch.

And on the book, the originally elegant and upright light golden handwriting suddenly became messy.

"Brother Xia...is getting married?"

——Excerpt from "Diary of the Blue Silver Witch", page 903, year 3 of the sacred calendar, rd day of the month of budding.

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
  　
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