What if he doesn't give up? At most, find another witness and make another accusation! Irina thought a little angry. Why are everyone expecting her to make a fool of herself? They all want to see her slap her in the face? Doesn't anyone understand her dilemma?

"How do you know?" Irina tried her best to change the topic. She had been learning from the old man in black for a long time and had been squeezed with potential, just like a washing woman wringing out the moisture of her clothes completely. She once thought she would be squeezed out the last drop of water and then hang it up and air-dry it.

"Although I'm not in good health, I'm neither deaf nor blind!" The old man in black robe replied in a cold manner. "You already know that the Thomas war was seriously injured before it began - in fact, it was Ashu Ruffat who helped you defeat the Paro people. Talents like him are hard to come by. If you want to get his loyalty, then you must give him justice and kill Ryan. According to me, it's a very cost-effective deal to trade that boy Ryan for Ashu Ruffat, which is simply a huge profit."

"I will give him enough compensation." Irina replied.

"Compensation? What kind of compensation? What kind of compensation can comfort such a man?"

"I will transfer Thomas' territory to him." Irina gritted her teeth. Thomas' territory was an extremely wealthy territory, and Ashu Rufate should be satisfied. "And I... let him serve as the captain of the court guard and let him attend the imperial meeting."

Such a reward is enough to ease any dissatisfaction - no one can refuse such a generous reward. If it doesn't work, Ash Rufate can be promoted to Marquis.

"Is Ryan really worth your efforts to protect him?" the old man sighed.

"I just asked him to 'temporarily take over' General', and then immediately arrested him on charges of betrayal and murder? What will my knights think of me? What will my people think of me? What will other countries think of me?" Irina finally screamed. "Does I have to look like a fool who keeps making mistakes so that you will be satisfied?"

"The king is never afraid of making mistakes, what he is afraid of is that his subordinates lose confidence in him." The old man in black robe replied in a somewhat lonely way. "Irina, you are indeed not suitable to be a queen. You are just an ordinary girl. Although I try my best to change you..."

"Why is it not suitable for me to be a queen?"

"If you do this, you've lost Ashu Rufate."

"It's impossible, no knight can refuse such a generous reward!" Irina replied. Ashurufate didn't know if he stayed in Loren City. In short, he didn't see him at Thomas' funeral today, which shows that he shouldn't care much about Thomas' death. It should be like this. The Knight Leo is dead by the person who really cares about Thomas. Although this is not a happy result, it can be barely accepted by all parties.

"You won't believe anything you say now." The old man in black robe replied. This time he didn't even have the strength to get angry. "But you will know soon. Do you think that Ash Rufate was a mercenary who pretended to be a knight, making you feel that he could be bought casually?"

"Isn't it?"

"Hmph... In your opinion, are knights noble and brave, and others are lowly and humble. Even if they are talented occasionally, they are vulgar? Bloodline theory... Humph... Bloodline theory. Think about it carefully. If Ashu Rufat is so easy to be bought, then you will not see me at all!" The old man suddenly chuckled. "Irina, let me tell you a secret. A secret that only Thomas and I know... Thomas is actually an adopted son! His biological parents are probably just beggars or homeless people. They abandoned him, and he was lucky to be adopted by a knight. Our noble bloodline, brave and wise, admired by everyone, and loved by everyone, is actually just an abandoned child who no one knows!"

"Irina, you don't understand the hearts of people. You don't understand what kind of people are potential dangers and what kind of people are worth relying on. You don't know how to make a choice in the two-choice situation. You don't know what the king's way is. This is not your fault. You only have half a year to learn. At present, I can only hope that this lesson can be remembered forever. I hope you will always remember what I taught you, and then slowly understand and master them by time."

The old man picked up a whistle with his trembling hands and put it on his lips and blew it. The two servants immediately appeared and helped the old man in black robe leave.

Irina returned to the castle (this castle is right next to the cemetery and where she lives temporarily) and walked into the room alone. When she came out of the room, she had a letter in her hand.

"Come," Irina shouted, and several entourages and guards immediately appeared. "Who do you know where Earl Ashurufat is?"

The followers looked at each other, and finally a well-informed person spoke.

"I heard that he lives in Berleon's town, very close to it, but he was not seen at the funeral today." The man said. "It's strange, why did he come here but not attend the funeral?"

"Take me the letter to Earl Ashurufat." She handed the letter to the man. "Take it to him in person."

She had written the promise of territory and official positions in this letter, and clearly implied that the accusation should end here. If Ashu Rufate was a smart man, he should stop there. Could it be that? If he was really her knight, he should consider her more, rather than act recklessly.

Ryan was satisfied in his room.

Thomas built four private castles in his territory - because he was indeed very rich, and had no place to use it. Ryan is now in one of them. His Royal Highness and her entourage lived in the castle of Beleon, and most of the nobles who came to attend the funeral stayed in the town of Beleon, living in wooden houses of peasants or hunters.

It is noon, and the fragrance of lunch floats into people's nose from time to time, making people feel particularly comfortable.

Originally, he had to appear in the court of honor as a defendant in the morning (as customary, the trial of the court of honor is always preferred), but in fact no one informed him to be tried at all. And his servants soon brought him the good news he expected - Leo died. It is said that he was shot in a few bullets in his chest and died on the spot without any warning.

Muskets are really a good thing. No wonder the Paro people quickly accepted this new weapon and even made the knights pick up the muskets.

As soon as the accuser died, the court naturally couldn't continue to make a trial. There is no doubt that this was a solution with a huge side effect, but at this moment he really had no other choice.

Someone pushed open the door and the person who came in was Ruk. Since yesterday, Ruk has been busy.

"Uncle, what are you planning?" Ryan asked.

"A small-scale cocktail party, to entertain all those who helped in this big trouble," Luke replied. His expression was also relieved. "This is very important, my dear nephew, although we finally solved the problem, your reputation has fallen to the bottom. Anyone will guess that you have something to do with this murder."

"The cocktail party? Thomas' funeral just ended...isn't it appropriate..."

"No, it's just right. For Thomas' affairs, the nobles have been unable to participate in any entertainment activities for a long time. They have come to this poor valley again. Holding a suitable cocktail party at this time is an extremely tricky way to please." Luke replied. "And I have sent someone to send a letter to Ashu Rufate."

"Send a letter?"

"Warning letter. I have listed his crimes. If he does not compromise, it will become an accusation immediately." Ruk replied. "Leo was stabbed, and fools know that you are the most suspicious. We should try not to do anything sensitive in the near future. But Ashu Rufate is a smart man, and he should know how to advance and retreat. Humph, let's wait until the wind calms down before dealing with him!"

There was a noise outside. Ruk and Ryan looked at each other and walked out the door together. The source of the noise came from a bloody wounded man - Ruk recognized that this was the messenger he sent.

"What happened?" Ruk separated everyone and asked. "Have the letter been delivered?"

The servant's face was full of pain and grievance. "The letter was delivered, but Ashurufat... the Count, after reading the letter, directly grabbed my collar and threw me out of the door. My head was hit on a stone..."

"What?!" A serious expression appeared on Ruk's face. He comforted the servant casually and returned to the room with Ryan.

"How many guards do we have?" Luke asked immediately as soon as he entered the room. "Is it reliable?"

"More than ten, all of them were brought from Cassillos, absolutely reliable."

"More than ten...not enough! Immediately use your power to temporarily take over the general and transfer a group of knights."

"What happened?"

"That guy Ashu Rufat... It seems that I underestimated him. I originally thought he was a foreigner, with no connections and no foundation, and dared not do anything. It seems that guy... No, maybe I thought too much." Ruke's face was gloomy. "He is a smart man, and should not do such stupid things! Besides, what's the benefit of killing you? Only by having a public trial and avenging Thomas can he gain fame..."

His brows were frowning tightly. For the first time in such a long time, it was impossible for him to see through a person and be unable to judge the other party's next action.

"Anyway, be more vigilant, never go out this afternoon. Ryan, at night, when the nobles gather in the castle, he will be helpless. Princess Irina will go back tomorrow, and you must join her team!"

He continued to ponder for a long time before looking out the window. "Maybe I was overthinking... This is just his negotiating posture... Ryan, I have a very bad premonition..."

However, Luke seemed to be too worried. The whole afternoon was calm. When the nobles who attended the cocktail party arrived one by one, Luke finally put his restlessness aside.

Fine wine and delicacies, and goblets and goblets. Because there was no social event for a long time, almost all the guests of Ryan's reception were here. Ryan and his uncle and nephew were hospitalized here with great care and gained a lot of favor. A group of nobles gathered together to talk and give advice.

"Ah..." A scream outside the gate broke the quiet and peaceful cocktail party.

The guest and the host looked at the gate together in surprise. With a muffled sound, the gate was suddenly pushed open. A guard covered in blood stumbled in, staggered for a few steps, and finally fell to the ground. Then, Ashu Rufate walked in through the gate, fully armed, holding a long sword.

"Everyone, I'm sorry I'm uninvited." Ashu Rufate said very politely, but the cold murderous intent in his voice was refreshing. "But I have a promise to fulfill it to Duke Ryan."
Chapter completed!