Good-looking, not allowed to farm

Lord Sapphire is 'dead'!

Then, according to the agreement, it's up to Dressel-sama to perform on stage.

On the night before the "performance", this old man who was tortured by fate sat alone in the dark.

His soul was tormented in the flames of vengeance, his tears had dried up, and his beliefs had been shattered long ago.He could feel that he was full of resentment towards this ugly world, and he couldn't wait to destroy everything, but he knew sadly and soberly that his dying body couldn't do much.

—but there is one thing...

- I can still do it!

The next day, Master Dressel walked out of the house.

His face was pale and stiff as if it had been waxed, and he was wearing a dress that was outdated for the moment, as well as an old-fashioned wig. The overall style was like a dream back to 40 years ago, and like a The ancient dead return to the world.

The courtiers in the court, together with King Richard on the throne, all stared dumbfounded at the old man who suddenly appeared.

Before that, they were still talking about the death of Earl Safir, because the earl died so suddenly that everyone couldn't believe it. Apart from sympathy, there was always a feeling as if they were still dreaming...

Just at this moment, Master Dressel walked in slowly.

King Richard looked at him in astonishment, and murmured in a voice that only he could hear: "My God, what a hell of a day today is! Let this annoying old guy come out again! "

At that time, Lord Dressel had been dismissed from the post of Chancellor of the Exchequer.

But the Dressel family is an old aristocratic family that has been passed down since the founding of the country, so they have the right to go to the court to listen to the government at any time (only after too long, most of the old aristocratic families have lost their glory in the past, even if they go to the court to listen to the government, There is no decision-making power, and this tasteless right is slowly given up).

But no matter what, it is not against the rules for Master Dressel to stand in the hall again at this time.

Therefore, even King Richard had to say in a good voice: "Welcome, my lord! Long time no see, I was thinking of you!"

Lord Dressel bowed solemnly to the king.

Then, King Richard waved his hand with a smile, motioning to excuse him, and continued to ask amiably: "My dear Sir, how have you been doing recently? I came here on purpose this time, but what happened? Tell me specifically?"

"His Majesty."

Lord Dressel said calmly, "I'm here for the late king."

Everyone in the court hall couldn't help but turn pale with shock when they heard this, and many people immediately whispered to each other and chattered.

King Richard's gaze instantly turned to Dressel like a sharp knife, and he put on a mask-like smile: "The late king? What? Are you going to use the late king to teach me a lesson today?"

"Your Majesty has always been wise, so there is no room for veterans to teach you a lesson."

Lord Dressel looked up at the king, and said unhurriedly, "I am here for the death of the late king..."

However, King Richard stood up without waiting for him to finish speaking: "My lord, rumors are often absurd!"

He stared at Dressel firmly, and said half-threateningly: "Your words and deeds at the moment are really a bit old-fashioned! If you just listen to the rumors fabricated by those low-spirited ordinary people, you will get the court Talk nonsense in the classroom! Let me tell you the truth, even if you have made some contributions in the past, this time, I will not show you any mercy."

Master Dressel showed no fear on his face, and bowed again respectfully: "Your Majesty, you don't need to show me any favors. Here, I can swear to the gods that what I said is true. If there is half a word False words, I will die badly! Today I am here only for two reasons, one is the death of the former king, which involves the Empress Dowager; the other is that Duke Henry is undeterred in plotting treason, and I am secretly looking for someone to calculate the date of His Majesty's death!"

Duke Henry who was watching a joke: ... Wait, what?What did you say? !

——Before you said you were an ally, why did you get a backstab when you turned around?

Such ignorance of martial ethics made the shrewd and cunning Duke a little confused: "Nonsense, I'm not, I don't, Your Majesty, I..."

"Enough, Dressel!"

King Richard's face convulsed with anger, and he said patiently: "Have you had enough trouble? I don't believe these nonsense gossips. Whether it's the queen mother or Henry, it's me. blood relatives."

"Okay, my lord! I know that you have recently lost your spirit because of the loss of your daughter, and unfortunately you have gone crazy! But the court will never allow you to mess around! Please forgive me. I don't want to Listen to your crazy words! Come, please come home!"

"Your Majesty, if you don't care, then I will reopen the noble council in the name of Dressel! Let the council set up a jury to judge these two cases! Please stop covering them..."

Lord Dressel ignored the guards who were coming to 'please go' him, and shouted loudly and righteously: "Duke Henry has evil intentions, if he continues to connive, there will be chaos sooner or later; ..."

Above the court hall, there was no sound.

When Master Dressel was hurriedly dragged away by the guards, after a while, no one dared to say a word, and everyone's faces were filled with expressions of extreme horror.

King Richard's face also revealed a gloomy and resentful expression that could not be concealed.

Even Duke Henry was half-dead from anger, secretly cursing impotently and furiously in his heart: "I worked so hard to bribe someone to help you poison Safire, but you bloody old thief! It's unreasonable to even sell me! It's unreasonable!"

However, Dressel-sama made up his mind.

This time, he will neither help King Richard nor Duke Henry, but wants to vent his anger completely for himself—to pull down the entire royal family and let the whole world know what kind of people they are. What monsters and goblins, wives kill husbands, brothers kill brothers, sons kill fathers—from now on, this royal family will be ruined!

There you go!

The afternoon tea plan between Jamie and the Queen Mother was temporarily cancelled.

Master Delasser made such a big mess early in the morning, it seemed to have pierced the sky!

Many people who gossip neither dare to ask the king, nor the duke, and dare not get in front of Mr. Dressel, who is obviously in a crazy state...

In the end, they all approached Jamie one after another, asking side-by-side: "What happened to the death of the late king? Has Duke Henry really asked someone to calculate the date of His Majesty's death?"

And there is:

"Is your father really planning to reconvene the noble council?"

In this regard, Jamie was at a loss.

He repeated in bewilderment: "Aristocratic council? What is that?"

Others saw him asking three questions, not even heard of the noble council, and couldn't help but think of his illegitimate son's identity, and then thought wildly: "That Lord Dressel is so desperate to offend the queen mother, the king, and even the duke. Repeatedly... In the end, nine times out of ten, he will die to thank the world. But he is seventy or eighty years old, and he will die when he dies. Only poor Louis, born so beautiful, but has to be implicated by this father, if Being condemned by His Majesty... Hey, then do I have a chance?"

Thinking about it, the man turned red.

When he saw that Jamie was still patiently waiting for him to answer 'what is a noble council', he couldn't help but look over with sympathetic eyes, softened his tone, and explained very gently.

Probably... Back then, after the old aristocrats helped the founding king of this country to establish a country, in addition to obtaining fiefdoms, they also had the right to form an aristocratic council and participate in state affairs.

However, in order to strengthen the centralization of power, the kings of all dynasties have been suppressing the old nobles. Almost in the period of the previous kings, they changed the meeting time of this parliament from once a week to once a month on the grounds that "there are not so many things to discuss". , Then, it was changed to every year...every three years, every five years...slowly, it simply stopped opening.

But despite this, the system was not outlawed, presumably in order not to irritate the old aristocracy.

Therefore, Lord Dressel, who was the head of the old nobles in the early years, did have the right to hold a meeting.

Jamie figured it out.

But the problem is, in terms of the whole matter, knowing this is useless!

——Master Dressel is going crazy to expose the scandal of the royal family, and I am afraid that he will even reveal the fact that Louis is the illegitimate son of the Queen Mother. At that time, what should I do?

——The king and Duke Henry are not easy to mess with. Next, they may come up with some tricks and tricks against that cheap dad. Should I remind him?But in this way, will he offend His Majesty and the Duke again?

Jamie was upset, thinking about it, thinking about it, thinking about it, just thinking, this is a mess!

Those who talked to him about this, originally wanted to talk a few more words reluctantly...

But as long as Jamie thought of the troubles that were about to happen next, why would he be in the mood to chat, so he left immediately.

However, even when he returned home, or even sat down at the writing desk, his mind was still muddled, and he was lost in confusion...

It wasn't until the arrival of a letter that he successfully awakened his soul, as if some god had cast a beam of holy light through the thick clouds!

In this letter, Davis, the leader of the rebel army, sincerely asked for the guidance of the Mad Hatter:

[Dear Sir, I want to write a speech, a speech that can be delivered in front of the people and inspire the people. The title is "Why We Uprising". My idea is roughly...]

Let's talk about it! !

Don't worry about this! !

Jamie regained his spirits.

He stopped thinking about the battle between the old aristocrats and the royal family, and concentrated on writing the reply letter.

But at the same time, a faint thought could not help but surfaced in my mind: "Maybe, after Dressel fights with His Majesty and the others, I can find an excuse to leave the royal city?"