211: Chapter 211 The Grey Falcon Enters the City! Cecilia Apologizes! Briefing!

Three days later, in Gino City.

Calvin, the leader of the Gray Falcon Mercenary Group, brought several core members of the mercenary group and entered Gino City through the standard registration process, just like any ordinary mercenary team.

That afternoon, outside Golden Flame Castle, a barely perceptible, peculiar falcon cry rang out.

The sound was mixed in with the evening wind and bird calls, making it almost impossible to detect unless one listened very carefully.

Cecilia was instructing several guards in sword training when she heard that familiar falcon cry; her movements paused for a moment, and her expression shifted slightly.

Afterward, she said a few words to Anna beside her and then walked toward the direction of the castle's main building.

In the shadows of the corridor, she stopped, leaned against the wall, and sighed; she knew this day would eventually come.

She had already prepared herself mentally.

Thus, she headed toward Rowan's bedroom.

She arrived in front of the door to the top-floor bedroom.

Cecilia took a deep breath and then knocked on the door.

"Enter." Rowan's voice came from inside the room.

She pushed open the door and walked inside.

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In the bedroom, by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Rowan was sitting on a recliner, reading a book.

The evening sunlight spilled through the window into the room, casting a golden halo over him.

After the door opened, he looked up and saw the young woman walking in, a flash of surprise appearing in his eyes.

Cecilia was now six months pregnant; her belly was visibly swollen, stretching her loose dress into a soft arc.

Her figure was slightly rounder than before she was pregnant, adding a unique, gentle charm to her.

Rowan looked at her and couldn't help but chuckle. He set down his book and asked casually:

"Cecilia, is there something you need?"

Cecilia, however, did not speak. She walked straight up to him and knelt down without a word.

She lowered her eyes and said, her voice complex, "My Lord... I have come to confess my faults."

Hearing this, Rowan narrowed his eyes slightly.

He gently supported Cecilia's arm, helped her up, and then pulled her into his embrace, saying softly:

"Why be like this? Tell me, what's going on?"

Cecilia bit her lip, then looked up at Rowan and told him everything.

This included the identities of her Gray Falcon Mercenary Group members, the mission they had accepted, and how they had subsequently disguised their identities to enter the castle.

After she finished speaking, she lowered her eyes, stopped talking, and waited for Rowan's judgment.

Rowan listened, then fell silent for a moment.

His hand remained on her belly, feeling the two faint pulses beneath his palm.

Then, he smiled.

"Is that all?" he said, his tone light.

Upon hearing this, Cecilia suddenly looked up, her beautiful eyes fixed unblinkingly on Rowan.

Rowan looked at her expression, his smile deepening, and asked:

"You said you didn't know who the other party of the mission was, and that it was your brother who sent a signal to find you just now?"

Cecilia nodded, her voice still carrying a hint of anxiety: "Yes... he should be here to meet with me and ask about the intelligence I've gathered."

Hearing this, Rowan pondered for a moment.

He had roughly guessed what the situation was.

Garuvi had only arrived at his castle to recover from her injuries a few days ago, and already someone was impatient.

In that case, who the other party was became obvious.

This meant that although the other party couldn't be certain if Garuvi was truly in Golden Flame Castle, they had already cast their suspicious gaze upon him.

If he couldn't provide them with a reasonable explanation in time, he feared that subsequent troubles would follow one after another.

He thought for a moment, then said:

"I will have someone write up a plausible briefing for you; you just need to take it to them to complete your mission."

Hearing this, Cecilia nodded obediently.

Rowan looked at this rare side of her, and his heart couldn't help but warm slightly.

But thinking of how she was carrying two, he couldn't do anything else, so he just held her tighter, nuzzled with her for a while, and then said:

"You go prepare first; I will accompany you there tonight."

Cecilia nodded, her cheeks slightly flushed. She tidied her slightly disheveled collar, then got up and walked out of the bedroom.

Rowan watched her back disappear at the doorway, suppressed the smile on his face, and after pondering for a moment, headed to the council chamber on the second floor.

He found Helena, briefly explained the situation, and asked her to draft a report.

After listening, Helena was slightly surprised but didn't ask further questions. She simply nodded, picked up a quill, pondered for a moment, and began writing on the paper.

Her writing was precise, and in less than a moment, a rough briefing was completed.

The main content of the report roughly meant:

After Count Golden Flame, Rowan Flynn, took office, he developed a severe nouveau riche mentality, pouring vast amounts of energy into pleasure-seeking and indulging in women every day.

He was incompetent and lecherous, lacking any drive for improvement, and his governance of the territory relied almost entirely on others while he rarely concerned himself with political affairs.

The internal management of the castle was chaotic, and the Count himself had no vigilance, making him extremely susceptible to being bewitched by beauty.

The entire briefing painted Rowan as a nouveau riche who had forgotten himself the moment he gained power...

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At night, a carriage silently drove out from the side gate of Golden Flame Castle, heading west toward a relatively secluded district.

The carriage finally stopped in front of a private tavern with an ordinary appearance.

Cecilia lifted the carriage curtain, wrapped in a dark cloak, and stepped off the carriage.

She looked back at the carriage window.

The curtains were drawn low, making it impossible to see the situation inside, but she knew Rowan was in that carriage.

She took a deep breath, then turned around and walked toward the entrance of the club.

Inside the carriage, Rowan sat quietly in the darkness.

He watched Cecilia walk into the tavern's entrance, then closed his eyes slightly and quietly spread his perception.

Inside the tavern.

Cecilia walked to the end of the dim corridor and stopped in front of a tightly closed wooden door.

She raised her hand, knocked gently three times, paused for a moment, and then knocked two more times.

A series of hurried footsteps came from inside the room, and then the door was flung open.

Calvin stood inside the door, his face filled with irrepressible joy.

He was a sturdy man in his early thirties, with a burly build, and his features bore some resemblance to Cecilia's, though they were rougher.

He had a circle of short stubble on his chin, and between his brows, there was a ruggedness and shrewdness that belonged to a mercenary.

He was just about to open his mouth to call his sister's name—

However, his gaze involuntarily fell upon Cecilia's visibly swollen belly.

He was struck dumb, frozen in place as if hit by lightning.

He widened his eyes, his gaze darting back and forth between Cecilia's belly and her face several times, confirming he hadn't mistaken the person.

Cecilia ignored her brother's appearance and entered the room expressionlessly.

Inside the room, the other core members of the Gray Falcon Mercenary Group also clearly saw Cecilia's appearance at that moment.

For a moment, the room fell silent, and everyone was stunned.

Only then did Calvin react, closing the door and returning into the room.

The look in his eyes as he turned to his sister was full of complex meaning, and then he said:

"Sister... you... you are..."

His finger pointed at her belly, and he couldn't form a complete sentence for a long time.

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