Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 103 Chapter [-] The Cruel Grand Duke's Program of Action

Rock Creek, Vanilla Bazaar.

It was almost winter, and there were not many people walking around on the cold bluestone brick streets.

An old man in a gray burlap cloak sat silently at a square wooden table at a snack stand.

With a slightly trembling right hand, he slowly picked up the spoon from the bowl, straightened his neck like a water bird, sipped the golden soup in the spoon, and then pouted indistinctly.

It took him a long time to swallow the soup, and the throbbing Adam's apple was particularly obvious on his shriveled neck.

"Ender, I'm getting old." The Lord of Rock Creek City, the Grand Duke of Houston, stared at the soup bowl in front of him for a long time before murmuring.

Maybe it was because of the cover of the burlap cloak, or maybe it was because the Grand Duke, who was already getting older, was getting more and more tired during the past period of suffering;
At this moment, on the streets of the vanilla market, no passerby recognized that this decrepit, old man was the southern lord who collected taxes from them every year.

The middle-aged man with neatly combed golden brown hair sitting across the table hesitated for a moment before answering:
"My lord, you are still in good health."

"No, Ender..." The Duke of Houston shook his head with a wry smile, "A lot of times, only you can feel aging... Even two years ago, I could still drink such a bowl of pumpkin soup, But now, if I don't use a spoon, I'm afraid I'll just choke myself to death..."

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, but did not speak.

The Grand Duke of Houston threw the white porcelain spoon into the soup bowl casually, then leaned back on the chair and raised his head, leisurely looking at the cloudless and clear sky in the south of the empire.

"Ander, you haven't reached my age yet, and you haven't experienced the pain and helplessness of having more than enough energy... If it was 20 years ago, no matter what happened to me, I could deal with it calmly, but now , a lost 'Flower of Abundance', a bastard mercenary group whose leaders both disappeared and scattered like birds and beasts, and those two bitches Rosario and Quentin..."

The Duke of Houston counted one by one, and his voice became more and more fierce, but it finally turned into a weak cough.

"Ander..." He looked wearily at the middle-aged man opposite, "I'm tired, I'm exhausted, I'm exhausted... I wouldn't have admitted that 20 years ago, ten years ago, or five years ago, but My age is real - I'm not the young man I used to be."

"You should relax a bit and don't put too much pressure on yourself." The middle-aged man finally seized the opportunity and persuaded him, "It's just that there are so many things these days, you're tiring yourself..."

"I'm relaxing for myself, that's why I brought you to the market to taste pumpkin soup, didn't I? Didn't I hand over the weird porcupine that crashed into the gate of Rock Creek City to you for investigation? The Grand Duke of Houston shook his head, "But there are some things that I have to take to heart."

The middle-aged man pursed his lips: Of course he knew what the Grand Duke was referring to.

"Ander, do you sometimes feel that my life is quite boring?" The Duke of Houston squirmed his body on the chair, panting slightly, "I'm not in the noble circle like Vincent Igor I am like a fish in water, and I guard a beautiful wife, but I have had more noble girls in my life than the fish raised in their Eagle's Rest fishing ground; Over the past few decades, almost all the authority of the Imperial Army has been taken into my hands... All my life, I have spent my whole life in this city of Rock Creek, waiting for the years to wrinkle my body, waiting for the god of death to come to my door one day Come……"

The middle-aged man took a deep look at the Duke of Houston and remained silent.

"But you know it's not true, right, my dear Ender?" The Duke of Houston grinned suddenly, and his cloudy eyes suddenly became sharper, "No, I've done too many things in the dark over the years, but Unlike the flamboyant Igor and Rosario, I kept them to myself and didn't tell anyone - even you, my dear Ender, you just knew I did some things, but didn't What exactly are they..."

"No, I don't know." The middle-aged man nodded slightly.

"That's right, because I believe in my prudence, anyone who knows about them should be dealt with by me..." There was a trace of self-satisfied pride on the face of the Duke of Houston, but this rare high-spirited The expression was quickly suppressed by the weakness of the body;

In the end, it was the old lord who was getting old, curled up in the chair and murmured:
"But, time does change a person... All my life, I have been trying to make everything perfect, but in my later years, I finally made a mistake by negligence... Damn His Majesty Basil, damn Rosari Oh, why, why..."

The Grand Duke of Houston clenched his withered palms, slammed on the table, panted like a bellows, and roared in a low voice:
"Why, Your Majesty wants to listen to Rosario's opinion, why, he wants to leave the bloody Igor family alive! Your Majesty has sat on his Purple and Gold Throne for 40 years, don't you know the truth of cutting grass and roots? He just waited, one day the little bastards of the Igor family will beat us to ashes and avenge the death of our father?"

The Grand Duke of Houston finished cursing in a low voice, coughed violently a few times, and gritted his teeth angrily, saying:

"There is also the 'Desolate Wind', which is a fucking bunch of trash. I asked them to solve the problem. As a result, not only did they lose the Flower of Harvest, but the two leaders even went missing for me..."

"My lord, you don't have to worry too much." The middle-aged man stood up, patting the Grand Duke on the back while persuading him gently, "As far as we know, Vincent Igor's youngest son is just a student. Cheng Xunhua Wenliu is nothing more than an incompetent trash, don’t we see many noble children like this? Let alone avenging his father, whether this kid can survive in the Land of Broken Soul is a problem..."

The Duke of Houston raised his eyes, squinted at the middle-aged man and said:

"Really? But why did I receive a tip this morning, saying that a group of migratory teams, under the banner of the Igor family, have set up camp in the Shuangfengling area?"

The middle-aged man was stunned and said nothing, and the movements of his hands stopped.

"Sometimes, it's useless to ask the mercenary group to do these things..." Houston waved his hands irritably, "Ander, His Majesty Basil's political trick of 'disposing waste in the wasteland so as not to get dirty hands' is What a fucking piece of shit! According to my own personality, I must see potential enemies completely eradicated and there will be no future troubles before I can sleep peacefully, you understand? And I absolutely cannot tolerate that Rosario is behind me Insert such a shining nail into the soul-cracking place!"

The middle-aged man finally understood and showed an elegant smile:

"Don't worry, after this matter is over, I will take the mage team and our regular army from Rock Creek City, and go to the south in person to dispose of the remaining waste of the Igor family!"

"Be careful in your actions and don't leave any flaws." The Duke of Houston stretched out his hand, scooped up a spoonful of pumpkin soup, and enjoined, "In theory, since the introduction of the "Crown Act", the relationship between the imperial lords They cannot fight each other."

"I understand, and this matter may not require the regular army of our Rock Creek City to take action..." Ander Spencer, the chief mage of Rock Creek City and a fifth-level junior magister, put his hands on his gold The brown-haired man smiled triumphantly, "I'd like to see how a newly established shabby territory can deal with my necromantic magic!"

(End of this chapter)