Chapter 388 - 153: Black Snow
"I should have known that the little Alpine mountain range would never be able to trap my clever nephew," Olson looked at Pello, staring at the face that had changed so much he could barely recognize it.
"How did you find out, is it because of this face that resembles Orleans," Pello buried Su Ziceng’s face in his clothes, not letting her look back. A gun barrel is not exactly something to be admired.
"Your appearance is one of the reasons," the moment Olson laid eyes on Pello, he became suspicious.
In the eyes of Su Ziceng and Wen Maixue, they might think Pello only resembles Orleans a bit. Even Orleans thought that Mr. "Lan" was just a mixed-race person who looked somewhat like him.
But for Olson, who was very familiar with the family genealogy, he did not think so. Orleans might not know that his face, which looked neither like Olson nor like his mother, was the hallmark face of the old family that had been around for over eight hundred years. Flipping through the noble family’s genealogy, on the first page, the face of the old Earl was almost identical to that of Pello.
"Your face is the standard noble countenance," Olson spoke enviously, waving the gun around. He had always envied those with the true noble temperament, as he himself had not inherited the noble face, though he did possess the noble demeanor. And this man, who should have been killed by him long ago, not only had a standard noble face but also possessed the noble temperament, "With this face alone, everyone would recognize that you are the true heir of the family, which is why you deserve to die even more."
"I believe the reason is not so simple, my dear uncle, since I am soon to become a departed soul under your gun. So please, drop your ’petty’ nature and tell me the real reason," Pello did not believe that Olson would harbor murderous intent towards a stranger just because of a face that looked similar.
"My dear Little Pello, after so many years, you are still so careless. You forgot that the log cabin you checked into belongs to my vacation house. Even an ordinary piece of firewood for burning is carefully chosen by me. Did you think that I wouldn’t know everything you said and did last night inside?" Olson began to lose himself in his self-satisfied tirade. Yet, his gun still pointed at Pello, and this time, not at his heart but directly at his head.
Scattered throughout the vast snow-covered mountain ranges of the Alps, there are countless resorts and snow houses. Besides the public facilities, many are privately owned properties. In several of his little cabins, Olson had installed eavesdroppers.
Before Pello and the others arrived, Olson had already begun to surveil every move of Wen Maixue, even listening to her breathing and sleeping sounds until dawn.
After Wen Maixue left last night, as usual, he turned on the eavesdroppers in each cabin, listening to the noises within each room.
Aside from that female guest named Su Ziceng, who didn’t make much noise, the other three surprised him.
After hearing his own son Orleans spill all his misdeeds for a woman, Olson drank two glasses of liquid anger before refraining from immediately bursting in and shooting his unfilial son dead with a hunting rifle.
Patience truly paid off, as right after Olson heard Wen Maixue send Orleans out, he heard something even more incredible.
It turned out Wen Maixue and the man known as "Lan" knew each other. After hearing Wen Maixue calling out Pello’s name, everything became clear to Olson.
His "dear nephew" actually hadn’t died, was he now returning for revenge? Did he think just by relying on a woman from the East, he could play his uncle and cousin like fools.
"How naive, since you’ve arranged for Wen Maixue to come to us, my son and I will take turns cherishing her properly, pity..." Olson’s gaze fell onto Su Ziceng, "This is also a fine woman, such a shame."
Su Ziceng wanted to turn around and curse at that shameless old dog, but Pello’s hand still clung to her; he didn’t want that despicable man to see Su Ziceng again.
"Don’t look at me with those murderous eyes. I, as your uncle, have been nothing but kind and righteous. Look, I’ve managed your estate very well. Even your ’mother’, I have taken good care of her in her room. And now that you’re about to die, I haven’t forgotten to find a beauty to accompany you, hahaha," Olson was controlled by a manic emotion, his body swaying continuously, but his hand holding the gun showed no sign of relenting.
He despised the Pello in front of him because he was Ye Taina’s son. And then there was Ye Taina herself, who would rather elope with a lowly man from Asia than stay with him. His sister-in-law, who in front of him, put on the airs of a virtuous woman, harshly rejecting all his adoring advances.
So when he received news of Ye Taina’s death, Mussen broke down, and he was nearly driven mad. Just when everything seemed to be starting over, they procured him a beautiful woman from the East, just like Ye Taina. But now, his "dear nephew" had popped up again, aiming to take that woman away.
"Pello," Su Ziceng heard but was not clear-headed; she raised her head, trying to grasp the current situation.
"It’s okay," Pello whispered, not panicking at all; his eyes rapidly scanned the surroundings. He had to find a way to survive.
After leaving the Cedar Forest, they had walked onto a vast snowy plain; mountains in front, the Cedar Forest behind, with a twenty-plus meter distance, and he was carrying Su Ziceng, making dodging gunfire highly unlikely.
"Thinking about how to escape?" Olson, observing Pello who still maintained his composure, was even more set on his decision to kill him today. Pello was different now, and his calmness made Olson feel threatened.
"Perhaps you could use the person in your arms as a human shield," Olson’s words startled Su Ziceng, and she dared not move her head; at that moment, she didn’t dare look into Pello’s eyes, afraid she might see hesitation.
"Her life is not of your concern," Pello reassured her, patting Su Ziceng’s shoulder. Su Ziceng’s life had always belonged to him.
"Then you both will die together," gunshots rang out, Su Ziceng’s eardrums kept buzzing. She raised her eyes, wanting to take one last look at Pello, while the snow floating down was white, Su Ziceng saw countless black snowflakes dancing in the air. Could snow be black?
The swans resting on Snow Lake, as if they too heard the burst of gunfire, suddenly took flight. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please support it by casting your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)