Unspeakable bubbles

"Is it serious?"

“It’s quite serious…Your Highness, my family was originally preparing to raise an army in support, but my grandfather is the Optimus Prime of the Momedi family.”

"When he had health problems, everything in the family fell into chaos."

"I am ashamed that I was unable to help Her Highness this time."

"Don't say that, you have your own difficulties too."

Isabel said very generously, "I hope His Majesty the Duke recovers soon. Cecil, please give my blessings to your grandfather."

"Thank you, Your Highness. I hope so..."

Isabel had initially suspected that Duke Seren's serious illness was an excuse for the Mormedi family not to send troops, but judging from Cecil's appearance, it seemed that was not the case.

'What's going on? Is Duke Salen really going to die?'

"your Highness"

Just then, another young man came over to say hello.

"Andy Griffin, it's been years since we last met?"

"It's been almost three years since we last met. I remember it was at your birthday party."

"Where is your father? Why didn't he come with you this time?"

“Your Highness, before setting off, Andy had already officially inherited her father’s title.”

Upon hearing this, the surrounding nobles all showed expressions of surprise.

The Duke of Griffin is in his prime and in good health, so why would he step down now and let his son inherit the family business?

“Oh, then I should call you Duke Griffin.”

The princess covered her mouth with her fan: "Why so suddenly?"

"Maybe my father sees that I'm capable enough and wants to retire early to enjoy life," Andy said jokingly.

Section 690, Chapter 689: Not Loyal Enough

The Griffin family has been in decline for a long time, and whoever becomes the head of the family must be dependent on the royal family.

Moreover, Andy Griffin showed kindness to himself from beginning to end.

With these thoughts in mind, Isabel smiled slightly and decided not to pursue the matter further.

Andy felt relieved when he saw Princess Gillian walk up to her and chat and laugh with her.

If he had other options, he wouldn't want to force his father to step down.

only......

The Undead Legion has already appeared in the south, and in the near future, the King of Terror will surely turn the entire kingdom upside down!

In such a situation, an incompetent Duke Griffin would lead the family to ruin.

I'm sorry to have put you in such a difficult position.

An elderly man dressed as a butler walked up behind him and said apologetically.

We had no other choice.

Andy sighed: "Do you think we have a chance of winning?"

“The Griffin family alone has no chance of winning, but we are not her only enemy.”

Andy frowned: "Gardener, don't forget that she saved Her Highness the Princess and did a favor for the royal family."

After hearing this, the old man smiled and shook his head.

“Our princess… is not a pedantic person, just you wait and see.”

"Hahaha, my Duke, instead of currying favor with Her Highness the Princess, what are you whispering about with an old man in the corner?"

"Marquis Grant"

Andy's expression was indifferent: "Her Highness the Princess has already entered. As a Marquis, aren't you going to go and greet her?"

'Gurgle gurgle'

Fugra downed a bottle of wine in one gulp and said drunkenly, "Her Highness the Princess is busy talking to the Duke, the future Duke, and the future Duke's sister. She doesn't have time for a country bumpkin like me."

Andy's expression changed. This guy's voice was too loud, and by this time, quite a few nobles had already started looking in their direction.

"you're drunk!"

"Hiccup, am I drunk?"

Fugra scratched his head: "I'm not drunk, I'm perfectly sober."

"If you're not drunk, why are you talking nonsense?"

Andy had a vague sense of unease, fearing that this guy might say something outrageous again, so he turned sideways to walk away from Fogra.

"Hey, I finally wanted to have a chat with you, don't go!"

Ferguson raised his hand to stop him: "You said I'm talking nonsense... I, where am I talking nonsense?"

"Your Highness, she... she just looks down on country bumpkins."

"They look down on me, this country bumpkin, and they look down on all those country bumpkins from the South!"

"Heh, it's fine if you look down on me. Those people in the south risked their lives for her, how come she just left them stranded outside the city... and completely ignored them?"

By the end, Fogra was practically yelling.

Andy's eyes widened; he could hardly believe his ears.

How did this big guy, who looks burly but is actually incredibly cunning, end up digging his own grave today?

It's impossible to get this drunk from just one bottle of wine!

"What the hell do you want?" Andy growled.

"Hiccup, just to show my determination and let these idiots know what kind of person Her Highness the Princess is."

After saying that, Fergra suddenly slapped himself hard across the face.

"Oh my god, what... what did I say?"

"This liquor is too strong; I must have been out of my mind just now."

"Your Highness, I didn't mean to!"

"..."

"......"

Isabelle's face was ashen as she looked at the grinning Fogra, barely able to suppress the murderous intent in her heart.

Indeed, she had somewhat neglected the feelings of the southern nobles these past few days.

They can accept the allegiance of the seven major agencies, comfort the legendary legions of the royal family, take charge of the coronation ceremony, and so on and so forth.

She's so busy she's dizzy, how could she possibly attend to everything?

Besides, she took the time out of her busy schedule to personally write the invitation and have Jinmian deliver it to the military camp outside the city.

Many southern nobles were not qualified to attend the banquet, but because they had supported her during the war, she disregarded their status and allowed all the southern nobles to attend.

This is Isabel's grace, what more could they possibly want?

"Your Highness..."

Gillian looked at Isabel uneasily, sensing that the princess was about to explode.

"Isabel will never forget the contributions of the people in the South to this war."

"All the rewards will be distributed by Isabel immediately after her coronation."

"Ah, since Marquis Grant is not a good drinker, then please leave this banquet now."

"To avoid any further rudeness later!"

Fugra chuckled and agreed, but inwardly he sighed – just as he thought! This princess had no idea what the key issue was.

The reward, or rather the compensation, was rightfully deserved by those people in the South.

Do you think that rewarding them immediately after their coronation is enough? You're sorely mistaken!

What they want most right now is an attitude from Isabel.

A respectful attitude from the royal family will ensure that they remember the contributions their family has made.

Unfortunately, after waiting and waiting, Her Highness the Princess did not show much interest.

Fogra slowly walked out of the banquet hall, looking relaxed and even a little happy.

He couldn't help but be pleased, because through today's test, he discovered—

'Isabel is much easier to deal with than her father. The Marquis has a good chance of winning, hahaha.'

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Perhaps after hearing Fogra's 'nonsense,' Isabel wanted to prove something.

After exchanging a few words with Gillian, the princess walked over to one of the 'war heroes' and asked with concern, "Ignaz, are you alright?"

“Your Highness, I’m recovering very quickly.” Ignaz quickly put on an expression of being flattered.

"...Tell me, have I really neglected the feelings of the southern nobles?"

Isabel suddenly lowered her voice: "This is the first time I've been on my own, and there are some things I don't quite understand."

"Did I do something wrong?"

“Your Highness has done nothing wrong. If those nobles are dissatisfied, it is because they are not loyal enough.”

Ignaz said seriously, "In my opinion, Marquis Grant's behavior just now was also very problematic. I heard that he is very close to Marquis Yog."

"Perhaps it was all orchestrated by Marquis Yog, who wanted to do something at this banquet."

“What does she want to do?” Isabel asked through gritted teeth.