Vol 2 Chapter 846: Target lock


"Well...Although it is not as good as the mansions of the Count of Goti and the Count of Amancia, it is considered small and complete." Standing not far away, on the roof of another house, Heliga Under the cover of night, he carefully observed the house of Count Hertha.
The gate of the house opens to the west. This road itself is also one of the residential streets where the nobles of Bariyahat lived, but most of them are low-ranking nobles. It seems that although the title has been promoted, the Earl of Hertha did not Another gathering area where the great nobles moved to the high ranks. If it's only the first or second year, it's probably understandable, but seven or eight years have passed, but he still doesn't have this meaning, and Heilijia can't help but wonder.
Is it really because he wanted to avoid seeing the Earl of Amancia?
The area of ​​the house itself is not large, and the main building is a duplex three-story bungalow that fits the general aristocracy. Towards the east, balconies were built on the third and second floors respectively. On the balconies, there are some decorative plants that are not named by Heliga, scattered and laid out. It is worth mentioning that the distribution of plants on the second floor and the third floor looks slightly different-the plants on the balcony on the second floor look very well taken care of, while the plants on the third floor appear to be sparse and withered. In terms of it, it can't be regarded as a very good condition. It can be seen that its owner doesn't seem to care about it.
"It seems...his room should be on the third floor." Because just a few hours ago in the evening, Heliga saw a busy gardener in the courtyard-very professional techniques, trimming the small piece of the courtyard The lawn; the decorative vines hanging on the surrounding fence are also very neat, and it can be seen that his craftsmanship is quite secure. Then, according to the general tradition of the imperial aristocracy, the rooms on the second floor should be regarded as relatively large drawing rooms or public places, allowing servants to go in and clean and tidy up at all times, while the third floor should be where Count Hertha himself is The room is out.
Of course, generally speaking, no one will accuse this too much on this issue. Normally, only his neighbor can see these plants. He is currently enjoying the refreshment before going to bed in the house, preparing to go to bed, without knowing that an uninvited guest is standing on the roof of his house. As an imperial nobleman, the owner of this house would not stare at the balcony of Count Hertha, and would judge the plants on the balcony on the second and third floors of his house. Combining his weird character, Heliga felt that he was more inattentive to these things. These plants were used in his spare time to relieve boredom, or because this was his room, so the number of servants coming in was relatively small.
The room a little bit north should belong to the servants—Earl Hertha’s house is very small, only two maids, a gardener, and a housekeeper who has not shown up, but should be inside the room. At this point in time, the maid might have fallen asleep long ago. As for the housekeeper and Earl Hertha, who is the one who stayed up late—in fact, it doesn’t really matter.
Helija jumped and fell silently into the home of Count Hertha, and activated the hidden life detection spell. Sure enough, two people snored slightly in the northern room, and in the lobby on the first floor and in the master bedroom on the third floor, one person each had not slept.
"Because of the impact of the wrath of the Duke of El Barrea... Tonight, there is no nobleman on this street who has the leisure to go out for a walk and play." Heilijia settled down, and now it is this time. , The possibility of accidents is even lower, "Then, I will play a little bolder and go straight in from Count Hertha."
After speaking, he skillfully took out a set of clothes he had prepared long ago, and wrapped himself tightly.
Afterwards, he took a breath and made a longitudinal leap, and climbed up to the protruding part of the clay tiles and building materials painted on the outside of the house.

At first, Count Hertha thought he had misheard.
Originally a little mentally weakened due to prolonged tension, he had to go through very painful torture every night before he could fall asleep. After a long time, he simply chose to dig out one or two books or newspapers in the bedroom, and read them carefully under the guidance light until tiredness struck. Therefore, although it is too late for the nobles in most cases, he does not think that it is because of the fatigue caused by staying up late that he has any hallucinations.
"Probably today I got a lot of excitement... Well, at this time of the year, it's basically like this." Count Hertha smiled self-deprecatingly, "Amancia..." The Count Hertha who mentioned the name , Showing an expression of disgust and regret, then began to froze-after a few seconds, he shook his head abruptly, trying to get this thought out of his mind.
"Boom boom boom." It was the cold sound of the window being knocked again. Count Hertha was once again attracted to him, his bloodshot eyes staring uneasily at the bright moon outside the window-obviously, there was nothing in the window. As always, very bright.
But this time, Earl Hertha can no longer assume that nothing has happened. He walked over, opened the window, and looked around—as he saw, there was nothing on the surrounding streets, as usual.
"It seems to be an illusion... Sigh." Thinking like this, he closed the window glumly. After that, he thought for a moment and pressed a button on the bedside. Not long after, the hurried footsteps of the dedicated old butler came from outside the door, "Master?"
"Thank you... I encountered something during the day... You can help me get some medicine."
"What medicine do you want?" the old butler asked softly.
"... Calm your mind and help sleep." He thought for a while and said.
There are really not many people who can be trusted these days. He thought to himself, but this old butler who has been with him for more than 30 years and has been loyal is an exception-because he suffers from insomnia all the time, he is in his fifties and has to stay with him until one or two every day. Actually it is really hard. In return, Count Hertha offered him a high salary, enough for his three unsatisfied sons to spend a lot in the city.
Soon, the loyal old butler delivered the medicine he wanted into his hands - this was a special medicine prescribed by the doctor who had found Remi Filia, and he didn't use it often. However, today, I was very unlucky and threatened by the guy from Amancia, special circumstances, special treatment.
Not long after taking the medicine, he felt sleepy waves. He waved his hand so that the old housekeeper could also go to rest, so he lay on the soft big bed, hoping that the medicine would bring him into a decent dream.
He would have succeeded in the first place-if it hadn't been for a cold dagger to reach his throat while he was half asleep and half awake.
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