Blue Dragon Emperor: Lord of Thunder

Chapter 90 Nobles

West of Polon, Earl of Johnson, outside the Earl's mansion.

Viscount Millers, who looked restless, paced back and forth in front of the gate of Earl Johnson's mansion, holding his aristocratic demeanor.

Viscount Millers took out his exquisite gold pocket watch and glanced at the time on it. It had been nearly twenty or ten minutes since the guards went to report, but the earl's butler hadn't come to invite him in yet.

The sound of horseshoes approaching, Viscount Millers raised his head and looked at the carriage driving towards the Earl's mansion. The luxurious carriage carried the coat of arms of Viscount Mel's family.

The Viscounty of Mel is the largest Viscounty in the entire Western Territory, and Viscount Millers was not at all surprised by Viscount Mel's arrival.

After all, judging from the size of the territory and the degree of prosperity, Viscount Mel, who owns a large area of ​​farmland and commercial towns that are rare in the western region, should be the most anxious among them.

The carriage stopped slowly, and the driver got out of the carriage, and went to open the carriage door respectfully.

Even though he was anxious and anxious, Viscount Mel's footsteps were still calm, showing his good aristocratic upbringing.

"Viscount Millers?" Viscount Mel was a little surprised, and then showed a clear look.

After greeting each other, Viscount Mel also dismissed his attendants like Viscount Millers, and stood outside the door of the Earl's mansion.

"You came here for, uh, that matter too?"

Viscount Millers sighed: "I don't think any nobleman can remain calm in this situation, including our Lord Earl."

Both Viscount Millers and Viscount Meyer were attached to Earl Wilson. The ancestors of their families had served the Johnson family, and the entrusted territory also came from the Johnson County.

Therefore, when faced with a difficult situation, the first thing Earl Johnson's vassals thought of was to seek help from Earl Johnson.

Viscount Mel also heaved a long sigh, and said with a frown: "Our new grand duke is really a little too... Alas, how can he directly divide half of the western region into a dragon? He didn't even consult the nobles. Parliament's opinion!"

Viscount Millers nodded silently, allowing the noble nobles to accept the rule of a savage, evil and greedy real dragon. That grand duke has indeed gone too far.

The two chatted for a few words and waited for another 10 minutes, but still no one came to greet them.

Viscount Mel began to pace anxiously in front of Viscount Millers, just like Viscount Millers did before.

Viscount Mel took out his pocket watch and confirmed the time on it: "It's been 10 minutes, why didn't the Earl send someone to invite us in?"

Viscount Millers shrugged and said, "Don't ask me, I've been waiting for four or ten minutes."

Gradually slanting to the west, a carriage carrying the coat of arms of the nobles arrived in front of the Earl's mansion, and every noble who got off the carriage looked at the nobles standing outside the door.

Until it was getting late, a guard finally opened the gate of the mansion, and the earl's old butler invited the hungry nobles in with impeccable etiquette.

A dinner party was held in the hall, and the hungry nobles gracefully cut the food on the plate, but their minds were obviously not on the delicious food in front of them.

It was not Earl Johnson sitting at the head of the long table, but Earl Johnson's eldest son.

That little Mr. Johnson smiled dignifiedly and talked with the nobles present, but he still couldn't let the depression in the hearts of the nobles be relieved by half.

Viscount Millers winked at Viscount White, who had a good relationship with him and could be regarded as his uncle in terms of blood relationship.

The two apologized to Johnson Jr., who was the host, and left the table with red wine glasses and walked to the garden outside the banquet hall.

"Uncle White, what does the Earl mean?" Millers asked puzzled.

Viscount White, who is over 60 years old, has dealt with Earl Johnson for decades since he succeeded Viscount White, but at this moment he has no clue about the Earl's behavior.

"In any case, we are on the side of the Earl in this matter." Viscount White said: "Just wait patiently. After the Earl has figured out how to deal with it, he will summon us the day after tomorrow at most."

Viscount Millers nodded, and did not ask Viscount White why he decided that the day after tomorrow would be the latest, because three days later was the deadline set by the evil dragon.

On the other side of the Earl's mansion, opposite the banquet hall, in the Earl's study.

Leaning on the high back chair, the gray-haired Earl Johnson opened his eyes, revealing his eyes that were not cloudy.

He picked up the quill pen in front of him, dyed it with ink, and began to write on the well-made papyrus letter paper.

After dyeing the ink several times, Earl Johnson signed his name at the end of the letter.

Fold the dry letter paper, stuff it into the envelope, and seal the opening with sealing paint.

Earl Johnson thought for a while, then picked up the seal on the desk, and printed on the uncured wax seal a seal that represented the Johnson family and Earl Johnson's will.

Calling his trusted servants, Earl Johnson said: "You ride a griffin and deliver this letter overnight."

Until the end of the banquet, the nobles did not see Earl Johnson, and were arranged to rest in the guest room.

But to the surprise of the nobles, they were summoned by Earl Johnson the next morning, which was much faster than they expected.

After all, with Earl Johnson's attitude shown the day before, the nobles thought he would make a decision at the last moment.

As soon as he entered the meeting room, a nobleman asked impatiently: "My lord, in the territory assigned to the real dragon by the Grand Duke, you have the highest rank, the most prestigious, and the most wisdom. You must have thought of how to deal with it." The method that the real dragon demanded unreasonably?"

Earl Johnson, who was seated at the head, just smiled, took a sip of black tea, and said, "You can talk about your thoughts first."

All the viscounts and barons immediately complained, but it was nothing more than unwillingness to compromise with the real dragon and hand over the territory, but there was no feasible solution.

Viscount Mel, who has the largest and richest territory among the viscounts, stood up and said: "According to the law of the nobles, it is illegal for His Majesty the Grand Duke to directly allocate the fiefdom to others without the consent of the noble council and the nobles of the fiefdom. If it is not recognized, we can use this to protest to the noble council!"

Many nobles' eyes lit up.

yes!His Majesty the Grand Duke has violated the sacred "Noble Code". Even if the protest fails to achieve results, he can delay the time by protesting.

For a while, the conference room was filled with the voices of nobles requesting Earl Johnson to jointly protest to the noble council.

Earl Johnson was about to speak when the sudden knock on the door attracted the attention of all the nobles.

A majestic voice sounded outside the door:
"Open the door, the community will send benefits."

(End of this chapter)