Imperial Crown.

Chapter 5 Madam, You Don’t Want to…

"Oh my god, why do I have to come to this remote place to suffer? It's so boring!"

In the convoy of three carriages, a strong complaint came from the middle carriage.

"Visdon, be quiet!" Denise, who was sitting in the first carriage, shouted loudly, and then sighed for her son who had never grown up.

The ticking sound of horseshoes went from clear to dull, and Denise knew that they had arrived at Eagle Town.

With a clang, the carriage shook. The maid Freya quickly supported her mistress and said, "Old Ou Jin, if you can't drive, there are plenty of people in the city who can do it!"

The driver explained in a panic: "Sorry, the horse's hoof is stuck in the mud. I swear, there was no pit here when I came here three months ago!"

Denise used her eyes to stop Freya from complaining. She pulled open the curtain on the car door, and immediately a foul smell filled the air. Flies and unknown insects flew everywhere. "Oujin, stop the car."

“Madam…” Realizing what Denise was going to do, Freya’s eyes flashed with resistance: “Let’s wait in the car for a while.”

Denise ignored her.

"Mom, the ground is too dirty. My new calfskin boots will be soaked!" Weston complained loudly.

With Freya's help, Denise got out of the car and glanced back at Weston, who suddenly became silent.

Although she held up her skirt and tried to walk on dry roads, Denise's skirt was inevitably stained with dirty water. The dilapidated Eagle Town was fully seen by her, and her mood became worse.

The houses were low and dilapidated, the gravel roads were bumpy due to lack of maintenance, and what gathered on the streets was not rainwater but dirty water from washing clothes, mixed with dry or wet excrement.

That’s why flies and mosquitoes are so active.

Most of the people walking on both sides of the street were unkempt, with their hair as messy as weeds, and their worn linen clothes were covered with patches. Many of them didn't even have shoes.

They would occasionally cast glances towards the convoy, but there was not even any envy or jealousy in their eyes, only deep numbness.

A lifeless and lifeless town.

As early as five years ago, Eagle Town was not like this, but with the implementation of the lease agreement, Shemlingtown was divided to Viscount Luke. Without the support of business, Eagle Town quickly declined.

It is not easy to feed more than 800 people in the town relying solely on a few hundred acres of arable land, not to mention that they are burdened with the burden of paying taxes to the barony.

If this town is handed over to her, Denise is confident that she can feed the people within five years, and after ten years, each of them can wear new clothes.

Now she still has this confidence, which only requires solving a small trouble, and this trouble has now appeared in front of her.

Raven was wearing a dress that didn't fit him well. Gordon and Eric stood behind him, with a warm and fake smile that only nobles have on their faces. "Oh, my dear aunt, you're finally back."

He bowed very gentlemanly, squinting his eyes and carefully examining the shrewd businessman.

She was already thirty-four years old, but perhaps because of her wealth, she looked no older than the maid beside her.

She wore a fedora hat on her head, pressing her long black hair underneath. The thin black veil failed to hide her beauty, but instead made her round oval face look even whiter. Although her eyebrows were trimmed smoothly, her big and bright eyes always gave people a sharp impression when she looked around.

The most eye-catching thing is the plump lips with an amazing curvature, which blends perfectly with the face, making it look grand, elegant and sexy.

If Lux is a pure lily who has never experienced the world, then Denise is a flourishing wild rose, always tempting men's deepest desire for conquest.

90 points.

Raven was watching Denise, and Denise was watching Raven.

He is tall and straight, but not too bloated. The black hair draped over his shoulders makes him look neat and unrestrained. His strong brow bones, high nose bridge and eyes like black crystal together make up his three-dimensional and tough facial features. He is indeed a handsome man that no woman can refuse.

But this did not make her feel any favor towards the man in front of her, not only because she had already heard of Raven's deeds, but also because she was the biggest stumbling block for her son to inherit the title.

Even though she was extremely reluctant, she still stretched out her right hand.

Fortunately, Raven did not come up and shake hands rudely. Instead, he gently bent down, held her three fingers in his palm, and pecked them lightly with his lips.

The perfect hand kiss.

But immediately Denise's brows furrowed and her breathing became a little rapid.

Because Raven not only stuck out his tongue, but also gently tickled the palm of her hand with his little finger.

This flirting technique is too sophisticated and too skilled.

Is he really only twenty years old?

"Okay, Mr. Raven." Denise pulled her hand away and suppressed her disgust in her heart: "Let's get down to business."

Raven cursed the instincts of this body in his heart and said with a smile: "Of course, but before that, do you want to change your clothes first?"

"No need." Denise thought of various possibilities and said, "I don't want to stay too long this time."

"Understood, please follow me."

Raven walked in front, and soon the group arrived at the reception room.

The two men sat down at the two ends of the long table. Just as Raven was about to speak, there was a click and a fat figure landed on a chair between them.

Turning around, I saw a fleshy figure at least 1.7 meters tall and weighing at least 200 kilograms embedded in the chair, with short black hair parted in the middle and greasy stuck to his head. His face was as round as a balloon and his neck was invisible.

If it weren't for the pimples on his face, Raven would have thought that Donald had come back to life.

A crack appeared on the balloon: "What are you looking at? Rude guy."

Raven turned to Denise. "Who is...?"

"Wesdon, your brother," said Denise.

"Oh, it's him." Raven was a little shocked.

With this physique, you told me he was thirteen years old! ?
Seeing the stiff expression on Raven's face, Denise felt somewhat embarrassed: "Wesdon, mom and brother have something to discuss, you should go out and play for a while."

Weisdon's facial features were twisted together. Although he was not yet an adult, he was still a man. He didn't like the way Raven looked at his mother: "But, Mom..."

"Huh?" Denise turned her head. Weston suddenly deflated, pulled himself out of the chair, and walked out angrily. Freya hurriedly followed him.

Raven gave Eric a look, and the latter understood and followed behind Weston.

Denise felt a little surprised—why was Eric so submissive to Raven?
Soon, Raven, Denise and old Gordon were the only three people left in the room.

Denise asked, "How did my poor husband lose his life?"

"That was an unfortunate tragedy." Raven sighed. "Uncle Donald really cared too much about the construction and development of the territory. In order to make Eagle Town great again, he did not hesitate to study late into the night and deal with paperwork overnight. In the end, he was exhausted."

"He has actually realized that he is not feeling well, so he has invited Miss Lacus, the priestess of Eagle Town, to help him with his treatment, but...but..."

Raven held two slices of onion in his hand, brought them close to his eyes, and forced out a few tears. "But it was too late. Before he died, he held my hand and told me to inherit the glory of the Griffith family and run the Eagle Territory!"

Denise's mouth twitched as she listened. At this moment, even she had to admire Raven's acting skills and storytelling ability.

You care about the construction and development of the territory? You care about Eagle Town to such an extent?
Besides, the Eagle Territory has been almost dismembered now. Even if he wants to deal with it, there probably won’t be much to do!

The most infuriating thing is the inheritance of the glory of the Griffith family - when has Donald ever cared about such things?

You've only been together for three days!
But Denise would not dwell on this. Since Raven had come up with this excuse, he must have made full preparations to ensure that the lie would not be exposed.

She decided to get to the heart of the matter.

She just sniffed, and her eyes suddenly became red: "Oh, my poor Donald... As a wife, I was unable to share his worries and difficulties, and was unable to accompany him at the last moment of his life. This is my biggest regret!"

"So, to make up for my regrets, can I see his body?"

Raven's brows twitched slightly - this is really a difficult opponent to deal with.

But he was prepared: "I'm afraid this is not very convenient... Uncle Donald died of a sudden illness. He left a will before he died, saying that he hoped everyone would remember him when he was healthiest, and he didn't want to leave his sick appearance to his relatives and friends."

Gordon took out a piece of parchment and said, "This is Lord Donald's will. Please take a look."

Taking the parchment, Denise's eyes gradually became gloomy.

The contents of the parchment were simple.

It's also outrageous.

In addition to what Raven said, the largest part of the article was the praise for Raven, describing what an upright, kind, fair, brave and wise young man Raven was, and Donald willingly handed over his territory to him to inherit.

There was only one sentence mentioned about Denise - let Raven take good care of them.

A trace of anger rose in my heart, but it was suppressed by Denise in an instant.

The will was undoubtedly drafted by Gordon. This old butler who had served the Griffith family for forty years completely stood on Raven's side.

First it was Eric, and now it's old Gordon.

What method did Raven use to recruit these two people under his command in just a few days?
Swish.

The document was thrown lightly on the table, and Gordon showed a trace of dissatisfaction: "Madam, you are..."

"This suicide note is a forgery," Denise said firmly, "My copy is the real one."

She opened her purse and pulled out a roll of documents.

Another will.

There was a hint of astonishment in Raven's eyes.

The content of this will is more detailed and the items are clearer. Its core content is that regardless of whether other blood relatives are found, Weston will be the first heir to the Griffith family.

"Ma'am, the suicide note in your hand is a fake one!" Gordon pushed the monocle and said, "All the documents of the Griffith family were drafted by me."

"There are exceptions to everything." Denise said without giving in. "If you and Raven still insist on the authenticity of the suicide note in your hands, Mr. Gordon, then we might as well go to the Noble Council to apply for an appraisal."

Raven's brow twitched slightly.

A killing move, a killing move that kills with one sword.

The so-called "Council of Nobles" is an institution in the Keynes Empire that specializes in handling aristocratic affairs. The inheritance of titles of lower-level nobles such as viscounts and barons will also be reviewed by this institution.

Raven didn't know much about this organization, but from his twenty years of experience in Mon'en City, he knew that there was no problem in this world that could not be solved by gold coins.

The problem is that Raven has no money, while Denise obviously has, and lots of it.

While feeling that Denise was difficult to deal with, Raven was also glad that he had drafted a will in advance, otherwise he would be in an absolutely passive position now!

At least for now, the development of the matter is still under his control: "Okay, the news of Uncle Donald's death was sent to Mon'en City two days ago. I think someone will come to Eagle Castle to confirm the situation in a month at most."

"I hope you enjoy your stay in Eagle Castle during this time."

"Then let's wait and see." Denise took back the suicide note: "Before that, I need to meet my husband. Where is his coffin?"

"We have Uncle Donald's real will in our hands," Raven said. "He didn't want himself to..."

"Just stay with his coffin for a while." Denise leaned forward slightly and said firmly, "As his widow, is this not even a small request?"

Denise was wearing a black dress that was wrapped quite tightly. This time, when she leaned forward, her white neck was immediately highlighted. The extended curve made people want to peek at the scenery inside.

Raven retracted his gaze: "Of course you have the right to do so. Please follow me."

Donald's coffin was placed in the prayer room. Denise refused Raven's request to accompany her and walked in alone.

The door of the prayer room was closed. Raven stretched out his fingers and felt his palms were slippery and cold, which were traces of sweat.

The city of Mon'en is quite far away from the Eagle Territory, at least half a month's journey. Donald died two days ago, and Denise was still on the road at that time. Raven originally thought that his suicide note could catch Denise off guard, but he didn't expect that the other party was already prepared!

Denise should have known the secret that all male members of the Griffith family would die young, so she prepared this will early on and carried it with her at all times, just in case something unexpected happened!

This level of preparedness far exceeded Raven's expectations.

What a formidable opponent.

"Master Raven, Master Weisdong has returned to his room." Eric came over and asked in a low voice: "Why bring her here now? This is not in line with our plan."

Raven replied in a low voice: "Denise took out another suicide note."

"What!?" Eric was shocked: "Should we tell the truth now..."

"Shut up!" Gordon glared at him in dissatisfaction: "You just need to follow Lord Raven's orders."

Eric said, "But..."

This shows the difference between Eric and Gordon. No matter how skilled he was, Eric, who was forced to be loyal, still wavered at this critical moment.

"Honesty is indeed a good quality." Raven had to comfort the only extraordinary person in Eagle Castle: "But that also means that we have to pin our future on Denise's kindness."

Seeing that Eric still didn't understand, Raven sighed and whispered, "Just imagine what would happen if we didn't plan ahead and talk to Denise openly and honestly?"

Without waiting for Eric to answer, Raven continued, "She will take out the will and slap it in my face. It doesn't matter if I don't acknowledge it. As long as the Noble Council acknowledges it, then the will is true and I will lose my inheritance rights."

"Old Gordon is a steward who has served for forty years. No matter who manages Eagle Territory, he can't do without his help. But Eric, you are different."

"You are an extraordinary person who has never gained Denise's trust, but now you are on my side. If I lose my title and Denise takes over Eagle Castle, she will replace you as soon as possible."

"As a grown man, are you going to cry and beg her to give you a bite to eat and not drive you away?"

Eric's expression changed. He was a typical Nord and would never want to kowtow to a woman. "Lord Raven, what should we do next?"

"Start the second plan." Raven said, "I'll have to work hard for you these few nights. Keep an eye out for my news."

Eric left, and looking at his back, Raven's eyes were a little gloomy.

"Lord Raven," Gordon whispered, "After this incident, should we kill him..."

"Mr. Gordon, you are testing me again." Raven shook his head and said, "Eric is a good soldier. There is no doubt about his loyalty and ability. It's just that I am not convinced of him yet."

"The art of controlling people lies in distinguishing rewards and punishments. I only have a weak stick in my hand now, but no sweet and delicious carrots. Naturally, I cannot tame this 'monster'. However, I believe that when he serves me wholeheartedly, he can become the most reliable weapon in my hand."

There was a click, the sound of a door lock unlocking, the heavy oak door opened, and Denise walked out of the prayer room.

"Aunt Denise." Raven bowed. "What did you and Uncle Donald talk about?"

Denise smiled slightly: "Nothing, just talking between husband and wife."

"I am your aunt after all. I hope there are no secrets between us."

Raven's eyes showed just the right amount of surprise: "Of course."

Denise left gracefully, and Raven walked into the prayer room. The scene here seemed to have not changed.

Donald's coffin was placed here. It was made of oak and had the Griffith family coat of arms painted on it - an eagle with its wings spread high, fighting a dragon.

He squatted down and put his hand under the coffin. Some sawdust mixed with dirt stuck to his palm: "Denise, you really did it after all."

When Denise returned to her room, Freya was already waiting there. Seeing her, she immediately stood up, smoothed her messy skirt with both hands, and took a deep breath to try to cover the blush on her cheeks.

"lady!"

Denise frowned slightly: "Has Visdon been here?"

"Master Weisdong played some jokes on me..." Freya chose her words carefully, "But don't worry, Madam. He didn't do anything excessive."

Denise was not surprised by this.

Weston is the only man in the family, and any maid dreams of climbing into his bed. Even if she cannot become the future mistress or another "Denise", she can still get many benefits.

Her eyes fell on Freya through the reflection of the mirror.

She was twenty years old, with slightly messy red hair, smooth and tight skin, sweet dimples when she smiled, and a few cute light red freckles on her cheekbones. She looked youthful and lively.

Few men can resist such a woman.

Raven is even less likely.

"I know you didn't mean to seduce Weisdong. You just wanted to test whether your charm was attractive enough."

Denise's voice was calm, but it made Freya extremely nervous. She lowered her head quickly: "Madam... I..."

"I have a better way to help you verify this." Denise's red lips gently opened and closed, and she put her arms around Freya's shoulders. Her warm breath blew on her ears, making her face even redder. "Go and seduce Raven, Raven Griffith. Don't ask anything, and then tell me everything you hear."

Freya's neck began to show layers of goose bumps: "But Madam..."

"Go ahead. Raven will be the heir of the Griffith family." Denise stared into her eyes in the mirror and said, "If you can get pregnant with his child, it will be a good thing for you and me."

Freya nodded and walked out in a daze, but Denise grabbed her arm and said, "Don't worry, I'll change your clothes."

A quarter of an hour later, Freya left the room with a hint of hope and ambition in her eyes, just like when Denise first went to see Fedro.

The difference is that Denise knew very well what she wanted and what she had at that time, while Freya knew nothing.

But it doesn’t matter. If Freya was really that much like herself, Denise would never use her in such a place.

The door was closed, Denise took off her hat and hung it on the coat rack, then reached out and unbuttoned her collar.

The long skirt fell to the ground, and two tender jade feet wrapped in flesh-colored stockings were pulled out.

Denise looked at herself in the mirror, tilted her body slightly, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Although she is already thirty-four years old, her skin is still smooth and firm, with a mature sensuality that cannot be matched by a young girl.

This body is worthy of the Baron, and she is ready to take over this territory.

Donald's coffin was empty. Combined with the contents of the will in Raven's hand, it was obvious that there was something fishy about Donald's death, and this would be the key for her to hold the entire territory in her hands.

"Ah..." Her white fingers stroked her shoulders and untied a belt, and the surging waves immediately surged:
"A thug is a thug. He thinks that this little trick can cover up his crime. He is really not worthy of being on the stage."

She had deliberately hinted at Raven with words before, just to alert him and let him know that she had discovered the secret of the empty coffin. She believed that Raven would take action next.

And that would be the best time for her to take action.

At this time, according to Denise's instructions, Freya came to the outside of Raven's bedroom.

Her mood was very complicated, nervous, excited, and a little bit expectant.

Denise asked her to seduce Raven, and this was something she had been looking forward to for a long time - Raven was much more handsome than Weston, and at the same time, he was also the first in line to the baronship.

If she could get into his bed, or even get pregnant with his child, she might become a baroness.

The real Baroness! Not a second wife!

When she thought of the usually high-handed Lady Denise groveling before her, her heart burned a little.

Hearing the noise, Raven, who had been prepared, opened the door. Even though he was a veteran, he was still nervous.

Originally Freya only scored about 60 points, but after being dressed up by Denise, she easily broke through the 70-point mark.

The plain white lace dress makes her temperament more pure and sweet, and the exposed tender arms and half of the smooth collarbone are even more imaginative.

Combined with the exquisite bow on her head, it was like a great gift delivered to your doorstep.

I thought Denise would come in person, but I didn't expect that she would only send a servant.

It seems that she doesn't really regard herself as an opponent, but this is also a good thing, as it makes it easier for her to carry out her plan.

"Lord Raven..." Freya held the hem of her skirt with both hands, her eyes lowered: "My lady ordered me to be your personal maid."

Raven put aside his dissatisfaction, walked forward, held Freya's small hand and gently kneaded it: "How close is it?"

There is no reason not to eat the cake that is delivered to your door.

He also asked his second brother, and his second brother nodded.

Freya's face was as red as an apple: "...As you wish, my lord."

Two full hours passed.

Raven jumped up from the bed refreshed, looked at Freya who was sleeping with sweat all over her face and smiled gently, then walked out while buttoning his clothes.

After he left, Freya opened her eyes, the blush still on her face. She pushed away the wet clothes that were stuck to her forehead, gently lifted the quilt and sat up. Just this set of actions made her brows furrowed and her breathing became heavy.

This wasn't her first time, but Raven's ferocity was far beyond her expectations and he almost crushed her.

"Damn it." Looking at the dried sheep intestines scattered on the ground, Freya spat softly.

Her ambition was blocked by these thin sheep intestines.

She walked barefoot on the carpet and felt her way along the wall to the door. The sound came into her ears along with the wind.

"Lord Raven, you finally came out. The pit has been dug. It's in the abandoned mine in the back mountain." That was Eric's voice.

"No one discovered it?" Raven asked.

"Don't worry, Goyle and Link are both loyal and good guys. They will never leak it."

"Very good, I will go there myself right away. Please help me guard the gate and make sure there is no tail."

The sounds of two footsteps, one light and one heavy, gradually faded away. When the sounds completely disappeared, Freya tiptoed out of the room.

The castle was large, with many passages, and soon she was back at Denise's room.

The latter was not surprised by her arrival: "How is the situation?"

"He is simply a beast!" Freya deliberately showed off her charm: "I have never met such a brave man. He hardly stopped for two hours. I thought I was going to die in bed!"

The strong smell of hormones emanating from her body made Denise's face turn black, and she felt more and more dissatisfied.

A woman's body is a great weapon, but if a woman only has this weapon and is proud of it, it would be too sad and too stupid.

However, such a stupid woman is just right for the equally despicable Raven.

"I don't want to know about your affairs."

"I'm sorry, ma'am." Freya put away her little thoughts and repeated what she heard.

"Oh, you are such a jerk." Denise threw a pair of leather gloves to Freya and said, "Put them on."

Freya was stunned: "Madam, this..."

"Put it on," Denise said coldly.

Freya has completed her mission, and now it’s time for her to make use of her remaining energy.

It is very likely that Raven killed Donald, and such a scandal would bring shame to the Griffith family.

Denise didn't want any scandal in her territory, she just wanted Raven to give up his inheritance rights, and at that time, Freya could be used as a bargaining chip to appease him.

A few minutes later, a rope dropped from the second floor of the castle and landed next to a carriage. Denise and Freya fell down the rope one after another.

Denise had changed into a hunting suit suitable for activities. She sat on the shaft of the carriage and Freya sat beside her. With a crisp whip sound, the carriage slowly began to move and headed towards the back mountain.

Soon, the shadow of another carriage appeared in front of them.

One of the wheels flew out and fell into the grass, the carriage overturned on the ground, and a huge sack rolled to the ground, with Raven standing next to it, seemingly at a loss.

call--

The torch lit up in Denise's hand, and the light immediately caught Raven's attention.

"Oh, it's Aunt Denise." Raven's face turned pale. "Why are you here so late?"

Denise handed the torch to Freya.

In the light of the fire, Denise's figure was clearly revealed to Raven.

During the day she wore a proper dress that didn't show anything special about her, but now this hunting suit showed off her figure perfectly.

The leather half-jacket was draped over the body, revealing a clear collarbone, and underneath was an extremely tight-fitting cotton shirt. Even though it was bound by the clothes, it still couldn't hide the surging texture.

D+
Perhaps due to years of abstinence, her waist had become alarmingly thinner. The brown leather pants clearly outlined the curves of her waist and hips, and her two plump and strong thighs made the pants tight.

Denise felt a little proud. It seemed that her charm was not comparable to that of a little girl like Freya. In a good mood, she said elegantly, "I want to know why you are here at this time, and what is in this sack?"

"It's just some kitchen scraps." Raven calmly moved sideways, blocking Denise's sight. "I don't think you'll be interested."

Denise turned her wrist and a sharp dagger appeared in her hand. This was the enchanted dagger she bought for two hundred gold coins. It was as thin as a leaf, but extremely sharp. She had used it to take down several people with evil intentions, including some who were stronger than Raven.

“Oooooh…” Raven spread her hands and slowly stepped aside. “Waving swords is not something a lady like you should do.”

Denise smiled contemptuously: "A man like you is not qualified to judge me."

She squatted down and smelled a hint of rottenness. This smell was not unfamiliar to her - it was the smell of a corpse.

This reminded her of Fedoro, her first husband.

In order to fully accept his inheritance, she kept the man's body on the bed for seventeen days before putting it in the coffin. The stench was much stronger then than it is now.

But she didn't mind the taste.

Fedro's death meant that she finally became a real businessman; and Donald's body would make her a real aristocrat.

The wife of a nobleman may not be a nobleman, but the mother of a nobleman must be.

"Ms. Denise." Raven's voice was surprisingly calm and elegant at this moment. "I advise you to think twice before you act. If you really see what's inside, it will be too late to withdraw."

"Is this your last bluff?" Denise sneered.

Without even a sound, the dagger in her hand had already cut open the pocket, and an arm fell out.

The light was dim, and Freya brought the torch closer without Denise's instruction.

In the darkness, Denise's pupils, which had been dilated greatly, suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip.

What lay in the bag was indeed Donald's body. His head was twisted like a crushed doll, and his body was so soft that it seemed as if he had no bones. The most terrifying thing was that his skin was translucent, his blood vessels and bones were clearly visible, and his heart in his chest was even beating vigorously!
Evil God! Dark magic!
These two words jumped into Denise's mind, making her heart pound, and at the same time she realized a fact - she had been fooled!

"what--!!!!"

The torch fell to the ground, and Freya's piercing scream rang out, echoing in the mountain path.

Lights were lit in the dark castle.

Denise frowned, walked behind Freya and gently put her arm around her shoulders.

As if she had found a safe haven, Freya huddled in Denise's arms, still shouting, "Church... I'm going to report to the church... Madam Denise, I—"

The sound stopped abruptly, leaving only the flying blood and the hissing sound of the trachea being cut.

With a thud, Freya's body fell to the ground. Denise's face was pale and cold, and she gently wiped the blade on her deerskin gloves.

Pop, pop, pop.

Raven clapped his hands rhythmically. "Aunt Denise, your decisiveness and calmness far exceeded my expectations."

"Same here." Denise said, "I never thought that a lowly thug like you would be so scheming."

"Oh, Aunt Denise, if I were you, I wouldn't talk like that now." Raven walked up to Denise, hooked her chin with his index finger and gently lifted it up: "After all, I am the winner now."

Under the moonlight, Denise's face looked particularly pale, but her eyes were still stubborn: "What do you want?"

"Madam, you don't want the Church to know that your husband is colluding with the evil god, right?"

Raven put his hand on Denise's shoulder, walked around her, put his chin on her shoulder, held her tightly in his arms, and took a deep breath: "If this happens, you will be the sponsor of the person who communicates with the evil god. You and your son will be tied to the stake, and the industry you have worked hard to build will be destroyed!"

The two of them were almost completely stuck together.

"And I will become a great hero who kills the evil god and exposes a major cult incident!"

Denise's body went limp.

She is not a pure person, but she has always been very rational.

Human hearts are unpredictable, and ambitions will expand as status and wealth grow. Once she has a man, the business she has worked so hard to build may fall into the hands of others.

She loves wealth more than men.

So even after marrying Donald, she always deliberately kept her distance.

Due to various factors, she has kept her distance from men for more than ten years.

And Raven's skills were so skillful and outstanding that he knew this body better than she did.

Denise used her shaking legs to take two steps forward, turned around, and asked the question again: "What do you want?"

"It's simple, just a little compensation." Raven didn't want to let go of this tempting prey. He stood side by side with Denise: "Your husband dragged the future of the entire Griffith family into the abyss for his own selfish desires. I'm just cleaning your ass."

With a snap, Raven tapped it gently. He was shocked by its softness and elasticity. He almost wanted to change the conditions he had expected, but reason prevailed over instinct. He turned to Denise and rubbed his fingers gently. "I just want some tangible, golden compensation."

The latter bit her soft lips with her moist pearly teeth, forcibly suppressing the humiliation and unwillingness in her eyes, and tried her best to maintain a calm tone: "How much do you want?"

Raven held up a finger. "One thousand gold coins."

"Impossible." Denise refused decisively: "This amount is enough to drain the cash flow of Fedro Chamber of Commerce. By then, the only thing waiting for me is bankruptcy."

Torches had been lit at the foot of the mountain, illuminating three sturdy figures. They were Eric, Goyle, and Link, the only three guards in the castle.

"It's almost time." Raven said with a smile, "If the three of them come here, you may have to accompany poor Miss Freya."

Denise glanced at Freya, who died with her eyes open, and sighed softly.

She had now roughly guessed Raven's plan - and was deeply shocked by its madness and meticulousness.

Donald was suspected of communicating with evil spirits, and anyone who saw his body could draw that conclusion.

Raven was penniless and Eagle Castle did not have much savings. It was impossible for him to cover up the subsequent review of the Noble Council by himself, and he had no chance of inheriting the title.

At this time, the best way is to be frank with her, ask for a hush money from her, and give up the baron's inheritance rights.

If she were Raven, she would definitely do this because it is the safest way.

But Raven chose another method - deliberately revealing various flaws to make her think that Donald was killed by Raven, and then taking every step carefully to make her find Donald's body in the wild.

The advantage of doing this is that it can completely remove Raven and distort the facts into another form.

The country people were short-sighted and did not notice anything unusual about Donald. In order to destroy the evidence, Denise stole the body overnight and tried to dispose of it, but was caught by Raven on the spot.

During this process, she chose a desperate resistance and was "forced" to be killed on the spot by Raven.

What a plausible story.

But the risks of this plan are equally huge. If she doesn't fall for it, then when the review of the Noble Council comes, Donald's body will be found, and Raven and Old Gordon will become Donald's biggest accomplices.

In that case, if Raven didn't want to be put on the stake, he would have to take the initiative to hand the handle to her and become her obedient pet from then on.

But there are no ifs in the world.

Denise admitted that she underestimated her enemy and thought she was in control of the overall situation, but she seriously underestimated Raven's madness and greed.

In particular, she had not expected that a lowly gangster would be so obsessed with the title!

Now, she has to pay the price for underestimating her enemy.

"Five hundred gold coins." Denise said, "I can only give you five hundred gold coins at most. This is all the money I brought back this time. And you have to promise me that after you inherit the title, you will retain the right to inherit Weston!"

"I can still get the 500 gold coins even if I kill you," Raven said.

As she watched the fire approaching, Denise became calmer. The big mistake had already been made. What she needed to do now was to stop the loss. "If you do this, my property will be confiscated by the Church of Light and you won't get a penny. The Griffith family's title will also most likely be stripped."

"I think you know which is more important, five hundred gold coins or the baron title." She handed the dagger to Raven, her eyes becoming calmer: "Either kill me or agree to my terms."

Raven took the dagger, played with it in his hands, and then put it on his belt.

"I agree to your terms." Raven took a parchment scroll and a seal in his hand and said, "Then please leave your fingerprints on this document."

The contents of the document were pretty much what Denise had expected, detailing her support for Donald's "sacrifice to the evil god" and their shared enjoyment of the fruits of the sacrifice.

Denise didn't hesitate and placed her fingerprint directly.

This meant that she and Weston had given up their fight for the inheritance of the Griffith family.

Raven smiled with satisfaction, pinched his two fingers into a ring and stuffed them into his mouth, then blew out a sharp whistle.

The fire on the mountain path paused for a moment, then turned back.

Raven held out his hand, his eyes filled with undisguised aggression: "I hope we can work together happily from now on."

"After all, we still have troubles to face together, don't we?"

Denise's beautiful eyes revealed fatigue and disgust: "Always remember, I am your aunt."

"There's a long way to go." Raven smiled. "If we have more in-depth discussions, maybe I'll remember it."

Denise left without looking back.

The night wind whistled past. Raven's eyes fell on Freya's body. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and sighed with a little fear: "What a tough opponent."

To be honest, Denise's shrewdness and calmness far exceeded his expectations, especially the will that had been prepared long ago, which caught him off guard.

Fortunately, she underestimated me; fortunately, I conquered Eric early on.

Otherwise, why would he ask Denise to surrender?

Now, the carefully woven trap has finally paid off. The biggest obstacle on Raven's road to inheriting the title has finally been removed, and a gift of five hundred gold coins has also been given.

After a short rest, Raven began to clean up the scene, loaded the bodies onto Denise's carriage, and headed towards the abandoned mine.

The hole had already been dug, but it was not done by the servants, but by Eric himself.

After burying Donald's body, Raven drove the carriage back to the castle.

When he returned to his room, a satisfied smile immediately appeared on his face. An exquisite rosewood box was placed on his desk.

Walk forward and gently open it. The smooth surface reflects the candlelight, filling the entire room with golden light!

In the box, stacks of ten gold coins lay quietly, exuding a fatal temptation.

one two three four……

Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven...

Forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty...

A full fifty stacks, five hundred gold coins!
Five hundred gold coins! !

It is enough for a person living in the city of Mon'en to live a life of luxury with delicious food and wine every day!

After five years of struggling in Mon'en City, Raven had only saved up a dozen gold coins.

Even if he doesn't eat, drink or gamble, these five hundred gold coins will be enough for him to earn for two hundred years!

The most important thing is the [God-given potion] that can awaken the seed of life and advance to extraordinary levels. The price of one portion is three hundred gold coins.

extraordinary!

Mingling in the underground society of Mon'en City, Raven has witnessed too many shocks brought by the extraordinary, and he is also well aware of the gap between the extraordinary and ordinary people.

That is different from the title, another kind of power that can make people fear and dominate the life and death of others!

It is said that high-level transcendents can achieve "being so close that everyone is the enemy!"

This was a power that Raven had never dared to hope for before, but now, this opportunity was in his hands!

"Uncle Donald, you really left me a good legacy."

Raven ran his hands over the box, slamming it shut before he heaving it over to the bed.

It is so comfortable to sleep with gold coins in your arms!

It's just a bit uncomfortable.

The next morning, before Raven woke up, Gordon knocked on his door:

"Lord Raven, Priest Lacus has woken up."

……

(End of this chapter)