However, Lynn had managed this merely with his lips and hands.
It was no wonder the Second Prince was so desperate for him, willing to spend three hundred thousand Gold Coins just to meet.
Sadly, such a unique talent was no longer among the living.
And Princess Ivyst had completely closed off her heart.
Thinking of this, Duke Tierus heaved a sigh.
In fact, he had considered dissolving the alliance with Princess Ivyst, given that it was Lynn who had forged that relationship.
Now that he was dead, there was naturally no need to continue honoring it.
Yet, recalling the expression of the youth when they parted, those deeply meaningful eyes, Duke Tierus inexplicably sensed a premonition.
Perhaps... there was still a chance for things to turn around?
Even though everyone was certain he had died, Duke Tierus still felt a nagging discomfort.
Could such a life-prizing little fox die so impulsively, sacrificing his own life for a woman?
A sudden thought flashed through his mind, prompting Duke Tierus to feel an impulsive urge.
"Turn around," he told his trusted aide, "let’s take a look at Bartleion Mansion."
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By evening, Lynn had finally followed his memory back to Orn City.
At this moment, weather-beaten and looking almost like a handsome beggar, he stood thoughtfully at the entrance of Bartleion Mansion.
Not sure if it was an illusion,
Under the cover of dusk, the entire mansion seemed sinisterly quiet, devoid of any light, with the doors firmly shut,
As if there was no one inside.
So, Lynn stopped a passerby and began to ask, "Excuse me..."
Before he could finish, the passerby glanced at the mansion and his face paled.
He pulled Lynn aside into a nearby alley and whispered, "That mansion is tied up with many important figures, I suggest you keep your distance and not get too close."
Lynn took out a few silver coins from his pocket and placed them in the man’s palm.
Seeing this, the man’s eyes brightened, then he cautiously looked around, and whispered, "About a month ago, Her Highness, the Third Imperial Princess Ivyst, suddenly stormed in like she was insane, had all the servants in the mansion arrested, and sentenced them to death without sparing anyone."
"Rumor has it that it was because the servants were bullying him when he first arrived there, dishonored as nobility."
Lynn mused thoughtfully.
It seemed that Augusta Manor was deeply grieved by his death news.
But he wondered why the princess, whom he had never met, was also so agitated.
Or perhaps, had the rumors been twisted by these gossips?
After a while, he waved his hand, "Okay, you can go."
"Eh, eh, I haven’t finished yet," the passerby, seemingly a gossiper, was being pushed away by Lynn, yet still speaking eagerly, "They say that after executing all the servants, she removed everything related to the young master of the Bartleion family from the mansion, not even sparing clothes or trousers, thus currently the mansion is utterly empty, there’s nothing..."
This was getting more and more absurd.
The princess didn’t even know me, why would she want my clothes?
After finally dispatching the enthusiastic gossip, Lynn returned to the mansion entrance with a helpless look.
It seemed, temporarily, this home was no longer accessible.
However, he hadn’t planned to return anyway, just wanted to retrieve a few items.
Especially the letters from the Imperial Capital.
Those letters had been all withheld by the servants at home, and he hadn’t seen any of them.
Lynn was deeply concerned about his sister, and the whereabouts of his missing sister-in-law.
The three of them, along with the sister-in-law who was carrying his late brother’s child, and their father who lay unconscious in his sickness, were all who remained of the Bartleion family.
As he was lost in thought, suddenly a harsh screeching of brakes carried to his ears.