Chapter 262 Duke Elliot x Bad News
After watching this big show, Xia Jieren was amazed.
The original purpose of sending out scouts was just to prevent anyone from following Gate and others.
Unexpectedly, Xia Jieren accidentally watched a big drama.
Wester Empire, Duke Elliot's Palace.
"Master...Master!" A frightened voice came from outside the study.
Duke Elliot frowned slightly and said unhappily: "Come in!"
A servant knelt down in front of Duke Elliot in a panic.
He said with a horrified look: "Master...Master! Master...Master...he."
"What's wrong with Lindsay?" Duke Elliot picked up the teacup calmly.
"Young master, his...his life card has burned...burned out." The servant replied tremblingly, tears flowing uncontrollably, and it was unclear whether he was scared or really sad.
"What!" Duke Elliot was so shocked that he didn't even notice that the scalding tea had fallen on his gorgeous clothes.
He slammed the table and stood up, angrily scolding: "Asshole! You dare to make such a joke, you really don't want to live."
"No...younger one...I'm not kidding." The servant burst into tears and begged for mercy.
The next moment, Duke Elliot rushed out of the study and ran towards the ancestral hall, "No! This is not true!"
At this time, the servants in the ancestral hall were pale and could not believe the bad news they had just received.
"No way! How could Master Lindsay die?"
"Yes, Master Lindsay is so powerful!"
"Something must have happened to cause the life card to burn out."
"Yes, that's right!"
"..."
"The master is here!"
"The master will definitely find out."
As soon as Duke Elliot entered the room, the servants all knelt down.
He ignored her and walked straight into the house.
Inside the ancestral hall, there is a solemn and simple atmosphere. In the center, there is a tablet for the ancestors, and in front of the tablet is an incense burner with incense curling up from the incense burner, giving people a solemn feeling.
On both sides of the incense burner, there is a pair of huge candlesticks. The flickering candlelight adds a bit of warmth to the ancestral hall.
The floor is paved with bluestone slabs, which have been polished over the years and are smooth and clean.
The walls are covered with portraits of family celebrities from past generations. Some of them are brave and good at fighting, while others are talented. They are the pride and role models of the family.
There are also some old family trees hanging on the wall, which are densely recorded with the family's history and heritage.
The ceiling of the ancestral hall is carved with exquisite patterns, and every stroke reveals the craftsman's hard work and skills.
After entering the door, Duke Elliot looked directly towards the center of the ancestral hall, where the ancestral tablets were neatly arranged from top to bottom.
At the bottom of the ancestral tablet are the life cards of all the direct descendants of the Elliot family.
At this moment, only some ashes remained where Elliot Lindsay's life card had been placed.
"Puff~" Seeing this scene, Duke Elliot's eyes were bloodshot and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Son~" he cried sadly.
Elliot Lindsay is his most valued son and also the young patriarch of the Elliot family.
Now he was gone so suddenly.
Despair! Full of despair!
The pain of losing a son! The confusion about the family's future!
These things tormented him all the time.
A sad atmosphere suddenly filled the ancestral hall.
The servants present burst into tears.
Duke Elliot was sad for a while, but he quickly suppressed his surging emotions. He said hatefully, "Who is it? Who is it?"
"Go check! I want to know who killed my son."
"Yes! Your Excellency the Duke." The man in the shadow replied respectfully, then disappeared in an instant.
"Don't worry, son. Dad will definitely avenge you. No matter who he is, even if he is a Celestial Dragon, he must die." Duke Elliot's eyes were filled with cruelty and madness.
The news of Elliot Lindsay's death could not be concealed at all and soon spread throughout the capital of the West Empire.
West Caesar attached great importance to this matter. He said that he must find out the truth and severely punish the murderer.
The West Empire's intelligence department was very efficient and it only took half a day to find out what happened on Mafi Island.
"How come my son was fine on Mafi Island and was killed on the way back from Mafi Island?" Elliot asked with a gloomy face.
"Yes, Your Excellency the Duke of Elliot." The intelligence officer nodded heavily.
"Have you found out who did it?" Duke Elliot asked coldly.
The intelligence officer broke out in a cold sweat. "We are still unsure of the exact force involved, but according to our analysis, the Golden Lion Empire or the World Government are the most likely."
"The Golden Lion Empire! The World Government!" Duke Elliot gritted his teeth.
Then he calmly said, "Keep investigating. I need to know who did it."
"And my son is dead. He died for the Fortress Fruit, so all the forces that participated in the auction of the Fortress Fruit are guilty..."
The subordinate beside him understood what Duke Elliot meant, and he said with a stiff upper lip: "My Lord, this will offend..."
Before he could finish his words, he felt a fierce gaze directed at him.
The subordinate who had given the reminder wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and shut his mouth tactfully.
"It's over. His Lordship Duke Elliot has gone mad." He said in despair.
He was right. Duke Elliot, who had lost his beloved son, was indeed going crazy.
He and his family made great contributions to the West Empire, but in the end even their inheritance was about to be cut off.
Although he had several illegitimate children, they were all useless.
In other words, if he died, the Elliot family would be completely destroyed.
How could he not hate this?
Although His Majesty Caesar made many promises to him, Duke Elliot knew in his heart that the Emperor's promises were all empty.
He did not expect that the royal family would treat his family well after his death. He now just wanted to do his best to send more people to hell to be buried with his son.
The next day.
Duke Elliot went to the palace and explained his purpose to His Majesty the Emperor.
"That's enough." After listening to Duke Elliot's request, His Majesty Caesar uttered these four words lightly.
Duke Elliot nodded heavily and led one-third of the warships of the Navy's Third Fleet out to sea.
......
The day after the fight for the fruit of the fortified castle on Mafi Island ended, the incident made the front page of newspapers in the West Sea.
Even the World Economic News Agency devoted considerable space to reporting on this matter.
Mainly because it was too dramatic.
Well-known forces from all over the West Sea came to fight for the fruits of the fortified city, but in the end they were all defeated by unknown forces.
In the reports, the Kingdom of the Netherlands was completely a victim.
Two billion Baileys were spent, but in the end it was all in vain.
As for the pirates and mafia who suffered the most casualties in the explosion, everyone was making fun of them with a completely funny attitude.
Neither of these two parties is considered a good thing in the eyes of ordinary people.
