The tavern was playing melodious music, and people coming and going were all aristocrats.
Some of them came here to have a drink, and some hoped to make friends with enough noblemen here.
Many people were secretly looking at the table at Haydn.
Duke Alexander's eldest son's cold words made Haydn laugh.
"You didn't stop John when he went to other places. Now the thing happened, it's impossible to help you vent your anger but just set beside watching."
He frivolously skimmed over the outline of the beauty.
"In my opinion, Birney, just accept your fate."
The news was not very detailed. It was only that John had died in another county.
Now he didn't know where the corpse was, let alone bring it back and bury it in the family cemetery with dignity.
Later, the news gradually became detailed.
He died in Tom's place.
Why did a playboy from the capital die in the territory of a new aristocrat?
Haydn couldn't figure it out.