"This is a set-up!"
In an office in the Privy Council, the old noble stood in front of the Duke, his face red with anger. He didn't send anyone to smash the little Count's shop, but the other party had directly pointed the spearhead at him. This was a kind of undisguised framing!
He had reason to be angry. He was wronged, blamed for something he did not do.
The Duke frowned. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, looking a little tired. "He didn't say it was someone else, but he said it was you. There must be a reason."
Then he let go of his hands and looked at the old noble.
The skin around his glasses was loose and wrinkled. His eyes were not as clear as those of children. They were covered with various dark spots and were very murky.
But it was this pair of eyes that gave the old noble a lot of pressure.
The old noble closed his mouth and did not speak.
The Duke talked about the incident that had happened before. "I remember your daughter's husband, Kipling. That's his name, right?"
After receiving an affirmative answer, he continued, "He seemed to have been beaten up a few days ago. Someone said that it was his nephew who did it, and then this happened very quickly."
"None of us believe that this is an isolated incident. What do you think?"
"And …" The Duke's tone was slightly heavier. "We all know what we should do now, and we also know who our real opponent is. What do you think?"
Uniting all the nobles to overthrow the monarchy had become a consensus among the nobles, and this was supported by historical evidence.
For example, when the Gefra Empire was established, Gefra I had promised the nobles that he would let every noble hold their rightful power, just like during the period of the Noble Parliament.
But soon the royal family began to turn against him, and the nobles' power was gradually and completely "confiscated".
Now that the prime minister proposed to overthrow the monarchy, it provided a reasonable excuse for the nobles. Whether this matter was successful or not, the nobles had nothing to lose. On the contrary, there were many benefits.
If it failed, the prime minister and the other ministers would be the unlucky ones. The nobles in the Privy Council had long left the core of power, and they had nothing to be taken away by the royal family.
If they succeeded, the royal family would move behind the scenes. The Privy Council and the nobles would begin to regain power. Perhaps not all nobles would be able to gain power, but as long as there were more nobles with power than before, it would be a victory!
Moreover, the rotation and election system would allow more nobles to come into contact with power, which was a good thing.
There would never be a lack of warriors in a battle without any cost. This was also the situation that everyone should maintain at this stage.
The duke's words carried a hint of intimidation. The old noble fell silent. He could tell that the duke wanted him to endure.
This made him very dissatisfied in his heart. His shop was smashed, which was equivalent to someone slapping him in the face. The slap was swift and fast, and everyone in the Imperial Capital heard the "slap" sound.
If he were to endure it now, what would others think of him?
The old noble did not say anything. He remained silent as he looked at the duke.
In fact, in terms of status, the hereditary Duke was indeed higher than the old nobles. But now, both of them were nobles without power. At most, there was a gap in wealth.
It was this difference in wealth that made him tolerate it. He felt that he could not tolerate it.
The duke was also very clear about the character of the nobles. He was also a noble, and he knew that this was indeed a little inappropriate.
After a moment of hesitation, he decided to help the other party find a way out. "I will talk to the young earl about this matter. He will apologize to you in front of everyone and tell everyone that this is all a misunderstanding!"
The expression on the old noble's face softened. He bowed slightly. "Then I will leave everything to you."
After the old noble left, the duke sighed. He leaned back in his chair, holding the frame of his glasses with one hand and picking up the phone with the other.
"Ask the young earl to come to see me …"
At this time, the young earl was trembling. It was not because of any other reason, but because he was trembling with excitement!
What had happened in the past few days, to him, could not be described with words that he had mastered. After all, there was no such thing as the crystallization of culture. There was only "I feel a trembling joy from inside out."
The latter expression was clearly more detailed, but it was not as direct, straightforward, and accurate as the word "pleasure".
He had never felt so good before. When he knew that those uncles and aunts might have wanted to hurt him in order to fight for the title, he would always feel afraid.
After inheriting the title, he did not think about revenge or anything. His mother did not teach him these things, did not teach him the things that a noble should do.
Like revenge or something like that.
He had thought of doing that, but in the end, he gave up until Lynch appeared. Until this moment!
"Those people's expressions were frozen, as if they were stupid!"
The young earl waved his arms, somewhat forgetting himself, and described to his mother what had happened in the privy council.
When most of the nobles knew that the young earl had smashed the old noble's shop and came to complain, everyone looked as if they had seen a ghost.
In fact, it was not completely accurate to say that. Some of the older nobles were very calm about these things.
It should be known that the nobles were not good people for a long time in the past.
Looking at the history of the Guevra Empire, the top ten disasters that caused the most deaths all came from fights between the nobles.
Wars may have been banned for various reasons, but this group of bandits, bandits, and other such nobles who relied on violence to rise up were not elegant at all.
Using violence to solve problems had always been what they advocated. If the royal family had not become more and more unyielding, they would have even dared to give the emperor a hard time.
This was also why there were always some old people who reminisced about the past while spurning the present. People were too damn docile!
Even the Federation had a saying. They believed that the Guevara People, not the people of the Federation, were the first to massacre the natives of the Federation. Therefore, the name of genocide should not be put on the heads of the Federation and the Federation government.
Their reasons were also very good. Those who had done those things were criminals who had been exiled from Guevra, or gold miners who had taken the initiative to look for opportunities. In essence, they were all the Guevara People.
Only the new generation after the founding of the country were the people of the Federation. These people of the Federation had not participated in any genocide.
This point of view was actually not unreasonable. After all, the natives were almost exterminated. After the founding of the Federation, the first generation of "Federation" people had seen the natives in the "racial reserve" as if they were animals. They had not seen a single living native anywhere outside of the reserve.
There was no need to talk about a massacre.
Civilization was always built on barbarism. It should only be a coat of barbarism, and nothing else.
Barbarism and violence were the things in people's bones. Civilization had never been.
If you could solve the problem with your fists, who would f * cking use their mouth?
For the first time, the young count felt the joy of violence. He felt that he could now take care of five girls at the same time and give them the happiest moment.
The former countess was a little worried. She looked at Lynch, and Lynch shook his head slightly. Through his eyes, he indicated that he could handle it.
The phone suddenly rang. The young count watched it ring a few times before he walked over to pick it up. Then, he frowned. In the end, he suppressed some of his emotions and said, "I know."
He hung up the phone and looked at Lynch. The former countess stood up and left. She felt that this should be the men's time, and it was not convenient for her to participate.
"It's Felix …"
Felix was the duke's family name. When addressing other nobles, especially the family head, people would not call them by their names. Instead, they would directly call them by their family name.
Only the family name could represent a family and reflect the status of a noble.
"He wants me to go!"
The young count looked at Lynch. He was a little uneasy. "Should I go?"
Lynch nodded. "Of course you have to go. As long as you're in Guevra, you can't avoid the Privy Council and Duke Felix.
But you don't have to worry too much about what he's going to do. No matter how he tries to persuade you, you just have to tell him how your uncle bullied you, but the Privy Council did not stand up for you.
If Duke Felix asks you to apologize or give him a way out, don't refuse.
But you have to make your request. Tell him that if he hands your uncle over to you, you'll apologize!
Don't forget, there's still the property that guy stole from here! "
The young count seemed to have understood something. He was stunned for a moment, and there was some excitement on his face. "I understand now. It's better to reject someone with harsh conditions than to reject him directly!"
Lynch did not expect him to think this way. "As long as you're happy."
After that, the young count appeared in front of Duke Felix. Just as Lynch expected, the duke asked him to stop messing around for the time being and to focus on the main things at hand.
The young count also made his request appropriately, which surprised Duke Felix. In his impression, the young count was not a tough person, even if his title was not ordinary!
But what he said did make Duke Felix realize that there were still some problems in the Privy Council.
In the past, when people were plotting to steal the young count's title and property, the Privy Council did not say anything.
Now that the young count was starting to take revenge, the Privy Council would not be able to stop him.
He actually agreed with the young count's request. It was worth it to use a worthless traitor and the property that he stole in exchange for both sides to stop fighting.