Tribulation of Mysteries

Blackstone Manor.

Aaron Sotos sat in front of his desk, writing down the secrets he had obtained during this period of time in Chinese.

[First Stage: The Immortals — Breathing Technique, Meditation Technique]

[Speculation: Using ascetic methods to train oneself and awaken the Immortals' spirituality?]

[Second Stage: Burning Sun (Middle-ranking class), cultivation method not available]

[Third Stage: Immortals (High Priest, upper echelon of the church)]

These were all information he had gathered from eavesdropping and peeking at Blacksun Town. It should be roughly the same as the real thing.

He had spent a lot of time on this, but Aaron felt that it was completely worth it.

He paused for a moment and continued writing.

[Judging from various clues and traces, the High Priest must be plotting something. Perhaps he wants to use the members as sacrifices, or … it has something to do with the 'Eclipse Ritual'…]

After writing all this, Aaron let out a long breath. "How can there be a Saint in that crazy world? The so-called savior is probably just a lie! "

He could completely imagine how desperate those scavengers would be when the mystery was revealed.

Aaron kept the notebook, stood up, and walked to the window. He exhaled, and it instantly turned into frost.

The manor was now covered in frost. It was obvious that it had snowed heavily.

He put on a cloak and walked out of the villa, leaving a long trail of footprints in the snow.

"I've almost figured out the cultivation method of the Blacksun cult. Maybe I can try … awakening my spirituality"

As Aaron thought, he grabbed a handful of snow and kneaded it into a snowball.

"Sir!"

At this moment, a slightly plump young man in a gray scholar's robe ran over quickly with a letter in his hand. His face was flushed red.

"What's the matter, Scholar Albert?"

Aaron asked with a smile.

This was a student recommended by the castle's scholar. He was the second son of a knight family and had already learned grammar and etiquette for ten years. He also had a rough understanding of herbs and was now the scholar of Blackstone Manor and the manor's butler.

"Huff … Huff …"

Albert's body was not strong, just fat, He was panting. "Sotos Castle sent a letter. Madam Sylvie is pregnant."

"That's a good thing."

Aaron said. Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong. "When did she get pregnant?"

"According to the letter, it was the month of the wedding," Albert replied.

"Oh, then there's no problem."

Aaron nodded.

He was very strict with his subordinates, and none of them had offended Sylvie. Therefore, he was 90% sure that it was Colin's seed and not the bloodline of those thugs.

However, it was worth pondering what Colin himself would think.

Moreover, Madam Sonia, who loved to see the world plunged into chaos, was present in the castle. The scene would definitely be very lively.

…

Sotos Castle.

"Have you heard? Lady Sylvie is pregnant … "

"This is really a blessing!"

"I heard from the Secretary's servant that Madam's pregnancy was a little strange … Perhaps she was pregnant when she was kidnapped."

"Do you want to die? How dare you say something like that! "

A group of servants gathered together and whispered to each other. Suddenly, they saw something and scattered like frightened birds.

On the high wall, Colin, who was dressed like a noble, looked over from the window, his face ashen.

Originally, he was very happy to hear that his wife was pregnant. However, at some point in time, there had been some rumors in the castle.

This made Colin's heart feel like it was being twisted by a knife. After all, he knew that his bride was unfaithful on their wedding night. Fortunately, the people of the Green Forest Tribe did not care too much about this.

However, he could not tolerate this kind of rumor!

'I can't be angry, I can't be angry!'

'I know very well that this is Madam Sonia's trap. It's very likely that she spread it on her own accord. I can't step into the trap …'

Colin took a deep breath. However, when he returned to his room and looked at Sylvie Davis who was embroidering, especially when he saw her slightly developed lower abdomen, that anger still flared up.

Sylvie had a smile on her face, with the radiance of a mother. Looking up at Colin's expression, she could not help but be stunned. "Dear, what's wrong?"

"Aaron … What kind of person do you think my brother, Aaron, is?" Colin suppressed the anger in his heart and asked probingly.

"Your brother, Aaron … is a very contradictory person. He's both cruel and gentlemanly," Sylvie could not help but say.

Although she knew that he was the one who had broken into the castle, she could not deny that he had ordered the soldiers to stop the atrocities.

Furthermore, he had been rather courteous to her during the period when she had been kidnapped.

It could be said that if not for him, she might have died in the castle long ago and would not have had her current life.

At the mention of Aaron, Sylvie's view could not help but become complicated.

"Gentlemanly? Gentlemanly! "

Colin was like an enraged lion. He suddenly picked up the pottery pot on the table and threw it to the ground.

Pa!

The pottery shards flew everywhere, and the clear water flowed all over the floor, partially reflecting Sylvie's pale face. "You … What are you doing?"

"Tell me, whose child is in your stomach?"

Colin's eyes were crimson red, and he panted heavily. He almost wanted to draw his sword and point it at Sylvie.

"I swear on our shared beliefs, Colin, this is your bloodline," Sylvie muttered.

Sylvie muttered and suddenly understood something. "Aaron … he didn't do anything to me."

However, she did not know that such things would always make things worse.

When Colin heard this name, he was so angry that he wanted to kill someone.

"Ahhh!"

He shouted wildly and flipped the table.

In the midst of the intense quarrel, Sylvie's stubborn and sorrowful voice was heard. "If you don't believe me, I heard that the flower tea made by the scholar in the castle is very effective. You can try it. Try killing your own child with your own hands …"

…

Bang!

Ginny frowned when she heard the noise even from far away. She then picked up her teacup in a very ladylike manner and took a light sip.

Beside her, Madam Sonia said proudly to her daughter, "Look … Colin is an idiot. He just can't see the truth that anyone with a discerning eye can see. Or rather, he wants to torture himself on purpose. All of this stems from his jealousy and fear of that person! My daughter, you have to remember that jealousy and fear can destroy a person more than a sword! "

"Will Colin really order the scholar to make the abortion tea?" Jenny asked worriedly.

"He won't!"

Madam Sonia replied confidently. "Colin isn't such a decisive person. Furthermore, the Count knows everything. He won't let Colin do this …"

Suddenly, this woman smiled like a fox. "The Count urgently needs a child with mixed blood from both sides to consolidate his rule. Even if the rumors are true, it's not important. After all, it's his grandson, his bloodline …"

"If this child is gone, everyone will be happy. If he's born, it's equivalent to reminding Colin every moment of what happened today, tearing open the scars of his humiliation. Guess what will happen if this continues?"