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Duke Raphael was accused of murdering 12 Viscount Northam and his party, murdering Pisanello (not convicted), and harboring criminals. He was sentenced to death for his heinous crimes.

He himself said he would not appeal.

In the study.

Pisanello was trembling with anger: "I'm not dead yet. If I can't perform official duties, there is a deputy lord who acts on behalf of the lord according to the law. The city-state is operating normally, so why does the supervisor make a ruling on the independent city-state ?”

Burns turned his head to look at Pisanello. Since when was he, he hasn't seen Pisanello have particularly big mood swings?seven years old?Still ten years old?

"Don't forget, this deputy lord, it's a fact that he killed Northon, it's a fact that he harbored criminals, you don't care if you accept it or not, he almost killed you - our first-class lord, it's also an indisputable fact, this A few crimes, any one of which will kill, or you want to say, with the head of the noble, he can do anything wrong."

"These are just suspicions. Independent city-states have always made their own decisions..." Pisanello suddenly became excited: "You...so it was you..."

The corner of Burns's mouth raised slightly: "Don't make it sound like I'm avenging myself. He refused to marry the princess. Do you think the royal family will swallow this?"

It was as if thousands of bolts of lightning kept reappearing in his mind, and Pisanello almost lost control: "No, these are all excuses. With Nuo Sen's ability, it is impossible to cultivate a person like Jules, and it is impossible Knowing Raphael's weaknesses, it is impossible to help him make perfect background information, even if he is an orphan, I can find out. All of this is all behind you."

Burns pulled the glove lightly, without denying it: "I'm just trying, Raphael, it's hard to understand since childhood."

"We watched him grow up, and you can do something to him? Are you afraid that I will fight for power with you? Why haven't you thought about it? Maybe I don't want to fight for power with you at all?"

Burns stood up. "Maybe, so what? I can't pay for a possibility."

"Burnes!!"

Burns stopped.

"You forced me. I'm telling you now. I want to fight for the throne. Let's see if it's your child or mine."

A smile appeared on the corner of Burns' mouth: "Really? We'll wait and see." He didn't look back.

A punch hit the table, cracking a few marks, which looked like a mocking face.

Familiar footsteps sounded and stopped behind. Pisanello knew who it was without looking up.

"The princess has chosen the city-state of Fikilia."

The city-state chosen by the princess will be regarded as the fiefdom of the future prince and will directly receive the favor of the emperor.

This is tantamount to punching Burns directly and giving him the upper hand.

"You're a victim of my rivalry with Burns," Pisanello said.

The people behind did not speak, and after a while, put the handkerchief back on their chests: "I'm not for you, and I don't regret it."

The hands pressed on the table trembled slightly, and even Pisanello couldn't suppress it: "I promised your father to take good care of you."

The man said, "I'm fine now."

After an unknown amount of time, the man put something on the table, glanced at Pisanello's back, and walked out.

It is the seal of the vice-lord.

How many years ago, at the coming-of-age ceremony of noble boys, Pisanello felt depressed and went out for a walk in the back garden. He saw a young boy with an indifferent expression sitting under a tree and flipping through a book. When he heard someone coming in, he raised his eyes:

"Who are you? Report your name."

"who are you?"

"Don't you know that you can't enter this place?"

"But I'm already in, what can you do?"

There was a disagreement, and the two fought violently. After dozens of rounds, it was still a tie. Pisanello stopped in satisfaction: "I can't see that you still have two tricks."

"Hmph, you're not too bad." The man turned around.

"and many more."

The boy turned his head, and something flew over, and the boy said, "What is this?"

"When I become the lord, you should be the deputy lord."

The boy didn't speak, but just casually stuffed the seal of the city-state of Feliciano back into his shirt.

There were hundreds of flowers blooming in the garden that day, but they couldn't compare to the handsome young man's back.

This seal has been held in his hands for 15 years.

Pisanello clenched his fists. He hadn't cried since he was five years old, but his eyes were full of soreness at this moment.

Burns struck, really fast and ruthless.