bookrebus Chapter 746 Confirmation
Chapter 746 Confirmation
Gus stood in front of the bookshelf, his gaze sweeping over the layers of books. There were many more books here than on his previous visits.
"Wow, so many books! Have you read them all?"
Gus spoke, his tone filled with undisguised surprise, his gaze still fixed on the books.
"I've read them all: culture, religion, mathematics, astronomy, geography, poetry, and even medicine."
Griffith's voice was calm, without the slightest hint of boasting, as if he were simply stating a trivial matter.
His attention wasn't entirely on the book. As he spoke, he reached to his side and pulled out an arrow—the very same arrow that had struck him in the chest during the chaos earlier that day.
He held the arrow in his hand, his fingertips gently tracing the grooves of the shaft. His gaze fell on the faint marks left on the arrowhead, where there were still some barely noticeable dark stains, the marks left after the poison had been applied.
"The poison on this arrow is made from a very rare plant that is generally inaccessible to ordinary people. I will inquire later about where in Wyndam sells this kind of thing."
"But I think I know who it is."
At this moment, Guts had withdrawn his gaze from the arrows and turned back to the bookshelf beside him, casually pulling out a book by Griffiths.
After several years of literacy instruction from Griffith, his knowledge level has improved considerably. He is no longer the illiterate brute he once was. He can now read simple words, understand basic sentences, and comprehend some simple content.
But when he opened the book in his hand and looked at the dense text, complex formulas, and obscure arguments on the pages, his previously calm gaze instantly turned blank.
He recognized most of the words, but when put together, they became something he couldn't understand at all. Every sentence and every paragraph seemed to be separated by a thick barrier, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't glimpse their true meaning.
He patiently flipped through a few more pages, but the more he read, the heavier his sense of powerlessness became. He clearly realized that the gap between himself and Griffith in terms of knowledge was still too large to be overcome.
"If you want to read a book, this one is for you."
Griffith noticed Gus's embarrassment, but instead of making any teasing remarks, he simply pulled a thin book from the bookshelf beside him and casually handed it to Gus.
Gus instinctively took the book, feeling a bit grateful. He thought Griffith would choose an easy-to-understand book for him to pass the time and gradually improve his knowledge.
He reached out and turned the page, but the moment his eyes fell on the page, he froze, and the expression on his face instantly became complicated.
The pages are not filled with dense text or obscure arguments. Instead, they are filled with brightly colored illustrations depicting men and women cuddling, embracing, and kissing each other. The intimate gestures and explicit content make the true content of the book immediately apparent.
"No, why are you collecting these pornographic books?"
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Inside Count Yuris's mansion, Count Yuris stood in the center of the room, his face terribly gloomy, radiating suppressed anger. His gaze was fixed on the assassin standing in front of him, making no attempt to conceal his displeasure.
His heart was filled with rage. The assassination mission was originally planned flawlessly with a clear objective, but it ended up with such a terrible result. Not only did it fail to achieve its goal, but it also left behind a bunch of troubles, forcing him to spend time and effort to cover up the traces. Just thinking about this made his anger surge uncontrollably.
"You idiot!"
Count Yuris spoke, his voice filled with suppressed rage, each word sounding as if squeezed out from between his teeth, cold and grating.
"I'm very sorry, but..."
The assassin lowered his head, his body trembling slightly, his heart filled with fear and unease. But before he could finish speaking, Count Yuris abruptly interrupted him.
I don't want to hear your explanation.
Count Yuris's tone was icy, leaving no room for negotiation.
"However, this matter has finally ended with Yoda's assassination attempt on the princess as the reason. I believe no one will suspect us."
Count Yuris spoke slowly, his tone carrying a hint of self-consolation.
"But soon enough, there will be articles in the newspapers about Griffith saving the princess from the assassination attempt, and his reputation will increase again. How despicable."
Thinking of this, Count Yuris's anger surged again. What he least wanted to see was Griffith's reputation growing and his power increasing.
Griffiths came from humble beginnings, yet he rose through the ranks step by step through his own abilities, gaining the king's attention and the people's support. This filled Count Yuris, a member of the royal family, with jealousy and resentment.
He originally planned to eliminate Griffith, a major threat, through this assassination attempt. However, to his surprise, not only did he fail, but Griffith also gained more prestige and praise by saving the princess. This was undoubtedly the most unacceptable result for him.
He clenched his fists tightly, his heart filled with hatred and resentment, wishing he could immediately trample Griffith underfoot and ensure that the other could never rise again.
The assassin standing to the side, listening to Count Yuris's words, had a different thought in his mind.
"If the purpose was truly to assassinate the princess, how could the arrow have struck Griffith in the chest?"
Count Yuris abruptly turned to look at the assassin, his eyes filled with anger and impatience. He never expected the assassin to be so foolish, and a surge of annoyance rose in his heart.
"Do you want me to tell the king that I sent you to assassinate Griffith? Besides, he's still alive and well!"
Count Yuris's voice was icy cold, every word carrying a threat. He was too lazy to say another word to this foolish assassin.
The other person's slowness and bluntness gave him a terrible headache. At that moment, all he wanted was for the person in front of him to disappear immediately and not cause him any more trouble.
Count Yuris didn't want to waste any more time or listen to the assassin say another word. He waved his hand, his tone filled with utter annoyance.
"You go out."
The assassin dared not say anything more, lowered his head, silently turned and left the room, gently closing the door behind him.
The room fell silent instantly, leaving only Count Yuris. He slowly walked to the chair, sat down, leaned back, and closed his eyes.
But the scene of meeting Griffith in the palace before kept replaying in her mind, every detail was still vivid.
He remembered Griffith's eyes, those eyes that, when they met his gaze, showed no fear or humility, but rather carried a kind of oppressive feeling that made one's heart tremble.
The scene resurfaced in his mind, and he could even clearly recall the look in Griffith's eyes when he looked at him. There was no extra emotion in those eyes, but they were like a cold, sharp blade, piercing straight into his heart, making him feel inexplicably intimidated at that moment.
"Were those eyes meant to scare me?"
Count Yuris murmured to himself, his heart filled with a mixture of resentment and a strange, unspoken excitement.
He was unwilling to admit that he was stunned by Griffith's gaze, but the memory was too deep. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, it always lingered in his mind and could not be shaken off.
He recalled an earlier incident, when he slapped Griffith in public and the other man looked up and met his gaze. There was no anger or resentment in those eyes, only an extremely calm stare. Yet, even now, that stare still makes him feel uneasy, the feeling of being stared at so intently.
"What a joke! I am royalty, how could I be intimidated by a commoner?"
Count Yuris reassured himself, forcibly suppressing the inexplicable palpitations in his heart.
Immediately afterwards, images of the hunting grounds came to mind.
Griffith stood not far away, his gaze fixed on him. His eyes were undisguised, like a wild beast that had been lurking in the jungle for a long time, staring intently at its prey, full of vigilance and a sense of overwhelming pressure.
The feeling of being locked on still sends chills down his spine and inexplicably fills him with a sense of panic whenever he thinks about it.
"He probably doesn't realize that he himself assassinated him."
Once the thought arose, it could no longer be suppressed, and for the first time, a genuine unease arose in Count Yuris's heart.
He began to doubt whether his cover-up was truly perfect enough, and whether someone as intelligent as Griffith had already noticed from the subtle clues that he was the one behind it all.
This suspicion made him anxious again, even though he had just calmed down.
"How could that be? I only glanced at him at the time, and besides, there were other nobles present."
Count Yuris quickly rebuked himself in his mind, trying to dispel his unease.
He kept telling himself that there were many people at the scene, his actions were not obvious, and Griffith could not possibly associate the assassination with him. All his unease was just his own overthinking.
He tried to convince himself of this claim, but the unease in his heart did not diminish in the slightest.
Just then, a soft knock on the door broke the silence of the room and interrupted Count Yuris's chaotic thoughts.
"Come in."
Count Yuris suppressed all his emotions, regained his usual aloof demeanor, and spoke calmly.
The door was gently pushed open, and an elderly man with white hair walked in. The old man walked steadily, and when he reached Count Yuris, he spoke directly without any unnecessary movements.
"Lord Yuris, it is time to teach the young master swordsmanship."
The old man spoke respectfully, without the slightest overstepping of his bounds; he was simply reminding Count Yuris of his scheduled itinerary, as was his usual practice.
"I understand, Hassan. Tell him to wait for me in the courtyard."
Count Yuris spoke softly, his tone carrying a hint of weariness that was barely perceptible, yet he still maintained the dignity befitting a count.
He waved his hand, signaling the butler to leave first.