Chapter 22

The next morning, Duke Oliver's two sons rushed back.
Upon seeing Duke Oliver in the coffin, Duke Oliver's youngest son, Levi, pounced on him in grief: "Father!"
Luke, the eldest son, held back his grief, pulled Levi up and saluted Aaron before asking sadly, "Your Majesty, is it true that Uncle Owen killed our father?"
Aaron didn't answer, looked at Duke Oliver in the coffin and put the picture frame in his hand.
Levi saw Owen on the picture frame, hatred burst out from his eyes, and his next action was to grab the picture frame and throw it out, but was lifted upstairs by Aaron directly by the back collar.
"Let go of me! I'm throwing that filthy thing away, that bastard doesn't deserve to be buried with my father!" Levi shouted as he struggled.
Aaron threw him to the ground and he was just about to scream when he saw two pieces of letterhead land lightly on him and his face went white.
Sophia thoughtfully closed the door and stood by it blocking Levi in case he burst out and barged out.
"Is there anything else you want to say?" Aaron said in a cold voice.
Levi stiffened up for a moment before slumping over the letterhead and crying bitterly.
"I really did not want to kill my father, I also wanted to do something for him, but, but why did it turn out like this ......"
Sophia sighed, and when Aaron didn't object, she pulled him up and pressed him into a side chair, taking the herbal tea next to her by the hand and pouring Aaron a cup to make him less angry.
"What the hell is going on, Uncle Oliver was so easily replaced by Owen, who looks the same but has a completely different personality, and you guys didn't even notice?" Aaron asked.
Sophia also felt very strange, two people with completely different personalities, outsiders can not see even if, how can their own children also found not.
"It's all my fault!" Levi was very remorseful, "If I hadn't been gullible, my father wouldn't have been killed."
He wiped his tears and mechanically recounted what happened to him.
It turned out that a month ago, someone had sent him a letter saying that someone was trying to kill Duke Oliver, and gave him a list of names, saying that these people were planted in the Duke's house by the enemy.
But in fact, those people were left by Aaron to protect Duke Oliver secretly.
Levi quickly followed the letter, 'discovered' that something was wrong with them, found a way to drive these people out, blindly trusted the person who sent him the letter, the person who sent the letter said it was not enough, even if the spies were driven away, Duke Oliver would be in danger, asked him for the construction plan of the Duke's house and the Duke's itinerary, and said he would protect Duke Oliver in secret.
He believed it.
But soon, his secret correspondence with the mystery man was discovered by Duke Oliver, who scolded him and ordered him not to correspond with this man again, and he would handle the rest. In the days that followed, Duke Oliver's temper became irritable, and he naively thought it was because what he said had brought pressure on his father, not at all expecting that Duke Oliver had changed under his skin at this time.
"He acted just too much, exactly like his father when he lost his temper, and before we could notice anything was wrong, he threw us out of the house." Levi was on the verge of tears, his tone full of hatred for Owen and the mystery man.
Aaron pondered for a long time and said warningly, "If you want to avenge your father, don't do anything extra to cause me trouble, just leave the rest to me."
Levi nodded bitterly.
"Your Majesty, I remember that man said that when the reception is over, everything will be fine and all the people who deserve to die, if that mysterious man collaborated with Owen to kill father long ago, then his target must be you, you must be careful."
"I know."
Duke Oliver was soon buried, Owen was buried with him in secret, the funeral was not grand, only some close people came to attend.
But the news of Duke Oliver's murder still spread from the guests who came to the reception, and the more the rumors went too far, and finally some even said that Duke Oliver was killed because of the king, and that he died in his place.
Aaron did not explain.
"Now that the danger is not yet lifted, do you want to return to the palace with me?" Aaron asked Duke Oliver's two sons.
Luke shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "I will not go, my father died, I must stay to stabilize the situation, you can take my brother back?"
"I'll stay and help my brother too!" Levi hugged his taller brother to death.
"Stop it, if it's really dangerous, I can't protect you." Luke helplessly stroked his head, looked at Aaron with a complicated expression and whispered, "Your Majesty, Karida is coming back."
Sitting in the carriage back, Sophia held back several times, but still could not hold back, came over and asked him in a whisper, "Karida is who ah?"
Aaron is deep in thought, was she interrupted, almost forgot what was thinking, funny popped her eyebrow: "jealous?"
"No way!" Sophia laughed sarcastically and slowly moved back.
Aaron pulled her, pulled her back in his arms, lowered his head and kissed her eyes, said in a low voice: "Karida is Uncle Oliver's second daughter, when she was very young, was sent to the witch clan as an inside man, this time I am afraid that is also in the name of the witch clan."
He was right, because not long after, the peacekeeping faction of the witches sent a letter, saying that they would send someone over to do a friendly exchange with the wolves, and the person sent to do the friendly exchange was Karida.
Sophia began to prepare for the banquet early in the morning, and without Susan's trouble, everything went very smoothly this time.
On the 15th of another month, the witches of peace party arrived at the royal capital and were received into the palace to meet with the king and queen of the wolves.
The witches wore long black dresses and wide cloaks, and under their hoods were beautiful faces that the nobles looked straight at.
"Greetings to the king and queen of the Wolf Clan." The witches crossed their arms in front of their chests and bent their knees slightly, saluting them.
The bewitching beauty standing in the first place was the leader of the witch messengers, Karida the Black Witch, one of the more highly regarded witches of the younger generation of the Peacekeepers, who could use spells.
Karida looked up and met with Aaron and gave him a charming smile: "The king of the wolf clan, some days have passed since I saw you, still as heroic as ever."
Aaron nodded lightly, as a response.
"I've long heard that the witches are all beautiful, but when I saw them today, they are really very beautiful, I'm a woman looking at them." Sophia said with a smile.
The witches laughed and shyly responded, "The queen is the one, very beautiful, the king has a good eye."
"I'm sure you are all tired, I have prepared a room for you, let's rest for a while, later on the king will hold a banquet for you to welcome the witches."
Sophia asked the servants to take the witches down to rest, Karida stayed behind on the pretext of discussing matters between the two clans with the king of the wolves.
Aaron took Karida to the council chamber, and Karida's smile fell from her face and her expression was sad.
"I didn't expect to come back again because of my father's death." Karida's eyes were red, "Your Majesty, are Levi and Luke okay?"
Aaron nodded silently, "Levi is in the palace right now, you can go see him in a moment."
"Although Uncle Oliver didn't leave a message before he died, I still want to ask you seriously, do you still want to stay on the witch's side, if not, come back." Aaron looked at her seriously.
Karida broke down because of his words and whimpered, her delicate face was covered with tear marks.
She was so sad that she gently moved closer to Aaron's arms for a little soothing, and Aaron didn't hug her or push her away.
When Sophia pushed the door in, she saw such a beautiful picture, the beauty leaning weakly in the handsome man's arms and whimpering.
Of course, it would have been better if the man was not her husband.
Sophia did not mess with jealousy, because she knew the loss of her father Karida need comfort, so she quietly stood by the door, waiting for her to finish crying.
Karida sucked in her nose, embarrassed to cover her face to dry the tear tracks, said firmly: "I will remain on the witch's side, which is what father wanted."
Aaron nodded, chose to respect her idea, saw Sophia standing in the doorway, waved at her.
Karida was stunned for a moment and scrambled to explain, "Queen, don't get me wrong I was just ......"
Just what? Too sad? Karida dumbfounded, feel as if can not explain.
Sophia smiled gently, did not care to say: "I understand, you do not need to explain."
As she watched Karida leave, Sophia's smile collapsed, and Aaron hurriedly took her into his arms, kissed her on the lips, and explained, "I didn't just hug her, I swear."
Sophia shook her head and bit her lower lip, "I just felt a little sorry for her."
"She's a strong girl."
The evening party was not arranged in the banquet hall, but in the huge flower room, which was decided by Sophia after serious consideration.
Beautiful girls would love to celebrate in a place planted with beautiful flowers and surrounded by their fragrance.
When the witches stepped into the flower room, they were really attracted by the blooming flowers, their faces were full of happiness, and one by one they came to thank the queen for letting them have a pleasant dinner.
Levi did not come to the dinner, probably because too sad, do not want to pretend to be happy, but also do not want to see the poor eyes of others, Aaron also did not force.
Karida and Aaron were drinking on the side, Karida took two glasses of champagne from the servant, clinked them in her hands and handed one of them to Aaron, winking playfully at him.
After the dinner, Sophia went back to the bedchamber first, Aaron stayed behind and continued to discuss business with Karida.
Aaron refused another glass of wine handed to him by Karida, feeling a little uncomfortable, his body began to burn slightly, his head was also a little confused.
Karida looked at him worriedly: "Your Majesty, are you all right."
Aaron shook off his head and stood up, a little unsteadily.
A pair of soft hands held him, and touched his forehead, cool and comfortable.
Karida looked at his dazed look, the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, came to his ear, with a hint of temptation in his voice: "Your Majesty, you have drunk too much, Karida help you to rest."