Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Chapter 103 The Crown of the Golden Osmanthus (1/4)

The family members gradually dispersed.

Hextech turned to look at Kyle Wright, who was seated in the hall.

The old man's face was calm, but he did not have the relaxed air of others. Instead, his eyes held a deep worry.

Hextech asked, "Are you worried about retaliation from the Tuttle family?"

Kelwyn glanced at him and said in a deep voice, "The Tuttle family is indeed far more prestigious than our Adriatic family."

"But like us, they have a long tradition, and there are fewer and fewer outstanding descendants and qualified successors. Now they are all relying on an old man to support them."

"I'm not worried about the rest of the family; I only care about Muller-Tattle."

"I followed him on the Crimean battlefield, and we were close friends."

"When I was in deep despair, he personally woke me up and pulled me out of my predicament."

Kellwright took a deep breath, her voice filled with sighs.

"I don't want things to come to this point where we're enemies."

"What, are you concerned about the friendship between the two of you back then?" Hex asked curiously.

Kyle Wright chuckled softly and slowly shook her head.

"For someone like him, friendship is never the most important thing."

"He dedicated his entire life to God."

"He had no direct descendants and was extremely obsessive."

"What I'm really worried about is something else."

"He is a very crazy person."

"never mind--"

Having said that, Kyle Wright said no more and simply waved her hand.

"These things are none of your business anymore."

"Even if Müller receives the news, it will take him at least two days to return."

"By the time he returned to Newcastle, you had already set off for London."

"But remember to be very careful on this trip."

"The Tuttle family also has direct descendants in London. Mueller Tuttle has a wide circle of friends, and it is very likely that some of them are targeting you."

"I understand," Hex replied.

Once he successfully enrolls at Oxford Theological Seminary in London, the second chapter of the story will officially begin.

Following the plot of Chapter One, no matter how the current situation changes, the inevitable attack will ultimately not be avoided.

He never intended to live a quiet life; to complete his mission, he was determined to turn Oxford Theological Seminary and even the entire city of London upside down. Whether the Tuttle family was one more or one less Tuttle made no difference to him.

Kyle Wright looked at Hextech, her eyes filled with complex emotions and anticipation, and slowly began to speak.

"Now, I almost wish you were a true child of the Adelia family."

Upon hearing this, Hex was stunned and looked up at the old man in front of him.

Catherine's gaze was deep, and her tone was calm.

"Although I am old, I am not so confused that I cannot distinguish my own bloodline."

"I know you are not of Adriana's blood, and I don't want to pry into what your secret motives are."

"But since you have inherited the name of Karls Adrià, and his honor and future, I implore you not to tarnish his name or ruin his reputation."

Looking at the sincere and weathered old man before him, Hex paused for a moment, then replied in a deep voice, "I will try my best."

Hextech sighed inwardly, thinking that it wouldn't be easy to fool such a seasoned and cunning old fox.

The identity and background that Ada created for him could fool most people, but in the eyes of this veteran who survived mountains of corpses and seas of blood, it was not foolproof.

But he didn't care.

Soon he will leave Newcastle, and all the grudges here will be completely irrelevant to him, and he will have nothing to do with the Adrià family anymore.

Hextech turned and walked to the family's backyard.

At that moment, Martin and Rust were discussing matters in hushed tones, while Martin's wife, with their two daughters, was weaving flower wreaths under the dim light.

Upon hearing footsteps, the two immediately turned around. The moment they saw Hex, they quickly stood up straight and looked at him with hopeful eyes.

"Young Master Adelia, what happened?"

"The matter has been resolved. Rothschild Tuttle has been captured and detained, and I have handed him over to Bishop Tyrion."

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"The bishop will give him a public trial tomorrow; he's finished this time," Hex said.

"Great!" Martin's face was full of relief, and Rust gritted his teeth and threw a punch to release his pent-up emotions.

Only they themselves know how much effort they put into this serial murder case, and how much pressure and life-or-death risks they endured that are unimaginable to ordinary people.

Compared to Karls, they were just ordinary people with no power or influence. To confront a top-tier noble like the Rothschilds was like an ant trying to shake a god.

With just a casual command from the other party, they would meet a gruesome end.

Today, they have finally received justice and finally overcome their hardships.

Hextech, seeing their delighted expressions, said, "Don't be too happy yet."

The two men instantly stopped smiling, their expressions becoming tense: "Young Master, what's wrong?"

"Even if Rothschild Tuttle is sentenced to death, it does not mean that the entire Tuttle family will completely fall."

"They have only suffered a blow; their foundations remain intact."

"They will surely take revenge on everyone involved in this in the future."

"The biggest target is the Adriatic family."

"And you two are also on the revenge list."

"The Tuttle family will find out sooner or later that it was you who investigated this case day after day for the past five years."

"It was you who dragged Carls into this, and it was you who stole the TV series."

"How do you think they will treat you?"

The two exchanged a glance, their faces instantly turning pale, and fear rising in their eyes.

"We were prepared," Martin said with a bitter face.

"We considered all the consequences before we investigated the truth."

Last suddenly straightened his back, his voice hoarse but incredibly firm: "The truth must be revealed. Those innocent civilians who died tragically cannot have their lives lost in vain."

"If everyone chooses to remain silent, more people will suffer, and those evils will be buried in darkness forever. I cannot turn a blind eye."

They were two brave and resourceful people, and Hextech thought they were quite capable.

"I will make arrangements for your future."

Hex pulled a handwritten letter of introduction and a stack of pounds from his pocket and handed them to the two men.

"After the public trial, take the money and leave Newcastle immediately for Birmingham."

"Go find the person mentioned in the letter."

"He will help you obtain new identities and arrange stable jobs."

Martin's hands trembled, his face filled with excitement.

They were no match for the Tuttle family; leaving for distant lands and starting a new life was the best outcome.

Hextech's move was not solely out of goodwill.

Martin and Rust are meticulous, righteous, and unafraid of authority; they are rare and capable individuals.

Although he is the savior of the united front, he does not have his own power and cannot rely on the camp itself for everything. These two people are worth recruiting into his team.

"You can also write to me if needed," Hex said.

The two nodded their thanks quickly. Even Rust knew that in this world, they would be much safer if they had powerful people looking after them, so they didn't dare to delay for a moment and immediately returned to their room to pack their luggage.

Hex sighed softly, casually picked up a chair, and sat down in the courtyard.

If there are any further changes, then it will most likely erupt tonight.

If the Tuttle family were desperate and wanted to erase this sin, they would definitely try to break him out of prison and also try to eliminate him completely in Edlia.

Therefore, today is the most important day.

Just then, a soft, light footstep sound slowly approached.

Hex turned his head and saw Martin's youngest daughter, blushing, holding a golden osmanthus crown, walking step by step towards him.

"What's wrong?" Hex asked in a soft voice.

The little girl, though shy, mustered her courage and held the golden osmanthus crown high in front of Hex.

"Mr. Adelia, this is a gift for you."

The laurel wreath, in Greek mythology, is the flower that Apollo transformed into when he pursued Daphne.

Apollo wove laurel branches into a crown, and from then on, the laurel wreath symbolized victory, immortality, and honor.

Champions of the ancient Greek Olympic Games and Pythian Games wore laurel wreaths.

Ancient Roman triumphant generals and emperors wore golden laurel wreaths, symbolizing conquest and divinity.

Characters like Caesar, Augustus, and Napoleon have all worn this thing, and it even spread to the Warhammer universe in the space setting. The Emperor also liked to wear the Golden Laurel Crown, but Hextech always felt it was a bit effeminate.

However, not wanting to discourage the girl, Hex still reached out and gently patted her head, saying in a gentle tone, "Thank you."

"The wreath is beautifully made; you are so skillful."

The little girl blushed instantly and stammered as she spoke.

"I'm glad you like it; that's what my mother taught me."

"My mother said that this is a symbol of the heroes in the legendary Greek epic."

Hex raised his hand and gently touched the wreath adorned with laurel leaves. Just thinking about how he would look wearing it made him almost lose his composure.

"I am not worthy of this crown." Hextech's last corner twitched.

"I'm no hero."

He wanted to get involved in the case because Rothschild had attacked him first, and he didn't have that much of a sense of justice.

The little girl suddenly raised her head, looked at him with utmost seriousness and solemnity, and said, word by word.

"You punished the wicked who no one else could punish."

"You are a hero."

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