Blackstone Cipher - Chapter1252

Lynch was a very good talker.

When he was in that small place, someone asked him how he got in. After all, those who could get in had to have some extraordinary abilities.

Some came from good backgrounds, but they took the wrong path.

Some were born smart and could easily deduce what would happen.

Some were good at imitating. No matter who or what it was, they could easily imitate it.

Someone thought that Lynch was ordinary and asked him what he was good at.

He told that person that he was best at persuading others.

With Lynch's words, the new generation of aristocrats was full of confidence. They chatted happily and everyone looked very relaxed.

However, Lynch knew that this was all an illusion. They already had the most basic element of aristocrats, and that was "acting."

Not showing their emotions easily on their faces and eyes could be said to be the most basic ability of aristocrats. It was also an ability that they had to master.

They might be able to deceive themselves, but they couldn't deceive Lynch. They were so relaxed when they should be nervous. It was too fake.

And this was also the part where these new generation of aristocrats were not very mature.

You can't always let others see your fake good side. Sometimes, you have to let others see your real face!

Fake things, sometimes, even if they were the same as the real thing, they lacked the sense of reality and the impact of reality!

Lynch held a glass of wine and watched everyone's performance. He was waiting, waiting for a phone call.

When it was almost dinnertime and everyone was a little tired, the phone suddenly rang.

The noisy room quieted down in an instant. The young duke glanced at Lynch, who nodded slightly.

He took a deep breath and picked up the phone. "This is …" He said his name.

In fact, he didn't need to do that. How could the person who called him not know who picked up the phone in the end?

No, they knew.

He said his name because he wanted to affirm himself in a sense. This was a very special and complicated state of mind.

On the other end of the phone was the Duke of Phoenix.

"Your opponent rejected the peace talks. I don't care about what happened between you two."

"But I have to warn you, don't go too far. I said the same thing to the other side."

"I'll leave the rest to you to solve yourselves!"

With that, Duke hung up the phone. He was annoyed.

At such an important time, a group of people actually wanted to fight among themselves. After overthrowing the rule of the royal family, he would definitely reorganize the aristocratic group.

As for the old nobleman … he was also very unhappy. He was an old nobleman with a long family history. Now, he was showing such immature decisiveness in the face of such a small problem.

Decades of no conflict between the nobles seemed to have caused some people to degenerate.

True nobles were never conferred titles by the royal family!

A title bestowed by the royal family would never be a true noble!

In fact, as long as one traced back to history, they would discover that none of the hereditary nobles were people to be trifled with.

Every family's ancestor had a large number of troops and a large territory, so the emperor had no choice but to give them more privileges to appease them when he felt the danger.

The grand dukes and duchies, which were "countries within countries", were even more illustrative.

Perhaps, it was time for those people to awaken something buried in their bones!

On the other hand, the young Earl was not surprised at all by this result. This was also what they wanted the most.

In the end, after the nobles of the privy council overthrew the royal family, they would carry the attitude and momentum of the victors and "kill" their way from the island to Amelia and fight an unfair "war" with them.

It was better to rely on the royal family's help before they won. Not to mention suppressing these old nobles, but at least let them feel their tenacity and determination to defend their power without hesitation!

A noble took out a document and laid it flat on the table. It was a map of the imperial capital, with various shops and icons marked on it. There were also letters of different colors to distinguish their uses.

Ordinary people would not be able to come into contact with such a map!

"Here, and here. Here and here are their most important industries, especially here …" The noble pointed to a blue building near the center of the imperial capital.

"This is the finance company of the old Earl's family. It's on the third floor, and the first and second floors are their leather shops …"

Leather goods were not considered an "inferior" job in Gevra. It was the same in the Middle Ages and even in ancient times. It could be said that leather goods were purely the work of the upper class in ancient times, and people in this line of work were quite envied.

At that time, there were very few people who knew how to tan leather, and even fewer people who could turn it into leather goods. In times of frequent wars, leather goods were very important equipment.

In a mythical story, a king of gods reincarnated into human society. Before he had awakened his divine power, his parents had spent a large amount of money to send him to learn the craft of cobbling and become a shoemaker!

In Gevra, a set of high-end formal clothes could cost two to three thousand dollars, the more ordinary ones.

Just a pair of good riding boots could cost up to ten thousand dollars!

A leather shop and a finance company was enough to cause a loss of at least a million dollars, which would definitely make them feel the pinch for a while!

"What we need to do is take revenge, not create a massacre."

"Rush in and chase them out first. After making sure there's no one inside, set the place on fire!"

Lynch looked at the aristocrats arranging their action plan. In fact, the young count's idea was to directly set the house on fire and burn it down!

He was still young, so it was not surprising that he had such an idea. He was at the age where he was impulsive and had a strong desire for revenge.

Lynch was not a young man, and he knew very well how big the difference was between a dead person and a living person.

One could not be saved, and the other could be easily found a way to absolve themselves.

He pointed out a few people, and they nodded in agreement.

This was not a job for one person, but a job for a group of people. They had to give the other side a lot of pressure, and let them feel that if they did not find someone to help them, they would definitely lose.

Only in this way could the group of people continue to expand, and eventually affect more than half of the privy council!

Only in this way could the royal family and the royalists stand with them and provide them with more convenient conditions!

Then Lynch looked at the young count. "You take some people to stop their people. Arrange for a few people to carry pistols, but those with pistols do not fight."

"They're just taking precautions."

"Let the others carry sticks and use them to deal with our enemies. As long as they don't kill them, everything else is not a problem …"

One by one, one by one, Lynch arranged everything properly, and even arranged for people to steal the ship!

Yes, Kiplin had stolen the ship, and now the young count had to take it back with interest!

In the end, Lynch looked at the people who could no longer hold back, and said to them with a smile, "One last thing, everyone, raise the banner. From today onwards, we will let the island and the whole world know us!"

"This is our era!"

It was a little past six in the evening, and it was the peak hour for people to get off work. Even if the cold wave hit, the streets were filled with people rushing home.

After a tiring day's work, they missed the crispy potato chips, the juicy fish fillet, and the beer that could make them completely relax after drinking a mouthful more than ever!

No one wanted to stay on the road for even a second longer!

At this time, seven or eight cars quickly stopped outside a very bright leather goods store, and then a large group of people got out of the cars.

These people were wearing black hooded cloaks, and their faces could not be seen in the dark. They held sticks in their hands, and moved quickly and powerfully, directly pouncing on the leather goods store.

From the moment the first glass window was smashed, everyone on the roadside was shocked!

This was probably the first time most people had seen such undisguised violence. The men in black used sticks to beat the shop assistants and customers, and drove people away …

A shop assistant rushed into a roadside phone booth, his body trembling slightly.

He was just selling a set of horse gear (saddle, horse armor, helmet, reins, etc.) worth close to a hundred thousand dollars to two customers, and then a few people rushed in and not only beat him with sticks, they also beat the customers.

He suspected that his arm had been broken, and he could not lift his left hand. His body trembled with fear.

He clamped the phone between his head and shoulder, and quickly dialed the police station's number, but the moment the call was connected, a hand suddenly pressed down on the lever!

The voice from the phone also disappeared!

He turned around, trembling, and felt something hit his head, and in an instant, he lost consciousness.

After some time, the shop assistant woke up from his coma. His head was hit hard, and he temporarily lost his balance.

At this time, he stood up shakily with the help of the phone booth, and before he had time to distinguish his surroundings, his eyes were attracted by the soaring flames outside the phone booth!

The raging flames engulfed his workplace, and tongues of fire licked out from every window, as if they were molesting the world!

The water from the fire hose did not seem to have any effect on such a terrible fire, and the people on the roadside just looked at it in a daze.

They watched the fire grow bigger and bigger, and watched it burn everything away.

A very special smell filled the air, and it was a bit pungent. It was the smell of money!

If this fire brought any positive force to the people, it could be the heat brought by the burning, which raised the surrounding temperature by a few degrees!