138. Chapter 138 Of course there is a little palace drama in the end.
138. Chapter 138 Of course there is a little palace drama in the end.
Author: Gushan fishing snow
Chapter 138 Of course there will be some court drama in the end.
Rosalie was tired of never ending her social talk.
In fact, while the ball was going on, the nobles got the news one after another and knew that the banquet was an act to deceive the enemy.
But no one left the scene. In fact, after knowing that this was an operation to deceive the enemy, the nobles worked harder to gather information.
Of course, the dandy young men of the aristocracy don't care about the orcs threatening the situation. They only care about whether Rosalie has any plans to change her fiancé after her fiancé runs away.
And if the rain stops later, do you have any plans to hide and seek in the yard?
Mrs. Williams has a courtyard that is not inferior to that of any great noble. There is naturally a well-designed maze in it. During the normal dance process, boys and girls will play hide and seek in this maze.
The young masters and ladies really like this game, not because they have lost their childlike innocence, but because they can do some things that they can't usually do in the undisturbed maze.
Every time the hide-and-seek game ends, the clothes of the young masters and ladies will become less tidy. They will say that they were hung from the branches sticking out from the side when they were chasing in the maze.
But how could there be such a thing as uncut branches in a maze carefully tended by gardeners and other servants?
The nobles turned a blind eye to this kind of thing. Maybe it was on this occasion that they first learned about the mystery of life when they were young.
Rosalie never participated in hide-and-seek. She would only watch on the terrace to see who was getting together with whom, who was faster than who, and which young lady who looked gentle and quiet was actually not satisfied with her desires and played with several people at the same time.
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Of course, it's a game of hide and seek.
Now, facing the young masters' frank and explicit questions, Rosalie really had the urge to slap them.
So she did it.
The one who was whipped was Balfour, the grandson of the Duke of Connaught. He covered his face and looked frightened.
Rosalie roared loudly: "My current identity is Monrovia's special envoy participating in the rescue mission! When tonight's battle is over, I will set off with the team! If the team fails, the whole world will be over!
"And I might die in the adventure!"
Bilford said tremblingly: "Then... then it's a good time to experience it! No regrets!"
He looked like he wanted to move his eyes downwards, but didn't dare to look.
Rosalie: "Hmph! Even if I were to find someone who would leave no regrets, I wouldn't find someone like you! The captain of the salvation team, the single-named mage, is both wise and brave. He is from a famous family, and his key family members are also taller than him.
You look so good! Look at his height and muscles, and then look at you!
"Where do you get the confidence to recommend yourself in front of me? I have heard comments about you from my best friend, saying that you are 'very cute at a young age'."
Bilfour was heartbroken and ran to the adults crying, only to find that his grandfather, the Duke of Connaught, was not there - of course the Duke was also involved in tonight's organization and arrangements, so how could he be there.
So the "little brother" ran out of the ballroom crying.
Rosalie was still angry, pointing at a group of noble young men and yelling: "Look at you! The king is also eighteen years old, nineteen at most! I have already killed the emperor of a country, a lich, and Lamash.
The envoy of the picture. His experience can already be used to write three bard songs!
"Tonight is the fourth song! Look at you again, you are dressed like a dog, but you are nothing but your clothes!
"And you, my dear girlfriends, can you gain some insight by listening to what you usually say?
"The wives of the nobles in the legendary stories are all top conspirators, the de facto spymasters behind the nobles! And what about you? Let you think of a plan. If you can come up with a plan to detonate the dunghill, your fever will be high.
It smells delicious!”
Some of the aristocratic ladies exclaimed: "Blow up the dung heap? Hohohohohohohahahaha!"
This guy probably thought blowing up the dunghill was a joke.
However, it is not the case. There is no systematic technology to deal with feces in this plane, so the feces is piled up in a pit, whether in rural areas or in cities.
The piles of dung will produce things like methane and can really explode.
In the history of Monrovia, as many as 10 nobles were killed by the dung pile explosion.
Rosalie looked at the man who was laughing wildly with a speechless face. She couldn't help but lower her head and hold her forehead, but she immediately adjusted herself.
"In short, I finally understand now. Looking at you, I finally understand that as long as I embark on the journey, I can be completely freed from the disgusting and disgusting social scene!
"At first, I was very disdainful of the mission given by my father, but if I think about it carefully, isn't it a good thing to be pregnant with the child of such an outstanding mage? It is better to sleep in the bed of some coward noble than to sleep in it.
Wouldn't it be better to be in a hero's bed?
"I'm going to travel far away, and say goodbye to this prison forever!"
After speaking without any logic, Rosalie was panting. At this moment, the door opened.
A messenger hurriedly ran to the emperor, but the emperor shouted: "Just say it like this! Louder!"
The messenger immediately stood still and shouted: "Report! The city wall observation post saw fire in the direction of the orc camp!"
The emperor waved his hand: "Let's go, we understand!"
After the messenger ran away, the entire ballroom was silent.
The musicians in the orchestra pit and the bard standing behind the loudspeaker equipment did not dare to speak out, looking at Rosalie eagerly.
Rosalie took a few deep breaths. At this time, a noble lady came up to comfort her: "I know you are not happy being ordered to marry an adventurer..."
Rosalie stared at the girl with a surprised look on her face: "Where did you hear that I was unhappy with the king? He has a problem with his mind, but he is smart and knowledgeable, and he will never let him talk about all kinds of knowledge.
People are bored.
"I could listen to him for three days and three nights!"
Noble lady: "But, doesn't taking an adventure mean eating and sleeping in the open? It must be very hard, right?"
"Maybe, but I think Elizabeth, who has been following their adventure for a while - the future princess of Kuusania - is in good condition. She is beautiful, and her skin is fairer than mine!
"Even if you risk having to eat and sleep in the open air, it's better than listening to an ignorant dude talking in a salon! It's a thousand times better!
"I wasn't looking forward to taking the risk, but now I'm looking at this stuff at the ball!"
Rosalie pointed at the trembling young men huddled together.
"I think it's great to take risks! At least there won't be people like this staring at me on the way! Look at them, they don't even dare to take a look, but they just stare at them openly! They even stretch out their hands.
touch!"
A young master said aggrievedly: "Are we wrong if we don't look at it?"
At this time, the door opened again, and the messenger shouted: "Urgent report!"
Bernal, who was originally interested in melon, waved his hand: "Speak!"
Messenger: "The fire has expanded! The fire of the orc camp illuminates half of the sky even under such heavy rain! It's magic or alchemical flames!"
Flames created by magic or alchemy cannot be extinguished with water. Some professional alchemists even add ingredients that can make water burn into the fire glue. The more water is poured into it, the stronger the flame will burn.
Bernal: "Is there any movement in other orc camps?"
The messenger: "A small amount of fire was lit in some camps, and it is speculated that there was a small-scale battle."
Bernal: "Well, it's the shadow thieves and the necromancers who are fighting."
He turned to the nobles: "Don't worry, everything is under control. Let's continue watching my daughter's performance. Lord Villefort, why are you sweating so much?"
Duke de Villefort wiped his sweat with a soaked hand towel, but it was of no use since the hand towel was probably wetter than his forehead.
Villefort: "Beep beep beep, your majesty! The orcs... the orcs are very cunning, they... they..."
Bernal: "Will you forge letters of surrender written to them by loyal nobles of the empire in order to alienate the emperor and his ministers?"
Villefort: "Yes! Oh no! No, no! How could an orc have such an IQ? Hahahaha..."
Bernal smiled and said: "Yes. But don't worry, in such a chaotic situation, some letters would have been burned by a fire long ago. Don't worry."
As he spoke, he patted the Duke's shoulder gently and adjusted the ribbon on the Duke's dress that was used to hang the family's ancestral medals.
After speaking, Bernal turned around and said to Rosalie: "I'm glad you have figured it out, my daughter. However, it was me who ordered you to be pregnant with the master's child. However, under the guidance of the master,
I'll be fine in no time.
"No, my daughter, you don't have to rush to get pregnant with the master's child. After all, I have heard about the master's weird love standards. Your mission is to have a real love with him, a love that meets his standards.
"The information I got is that the master will upgrade his love partner and help her gain eternity."
All the nobles present, especially those with gray hair, opened their eyes wide when they heard "eternity".
Bernal ignored the nobles and looked at his daughter: "My daughter, go and get eternity."
Rosalie held the corner of her skirt, lifted it up slightly, and saluted her father: "I obey your holy will."
At this time the door opened again: "Report!"
This time the messenger seemed to be one of the ones who came to report several times before. He shouted directly: "The prince used the sound transmission stone to report that the orc overlord is dead and the orc alliance has collapsed! Our army has won a great victory!"
At this time, the reactions of people in the venue were divided into two types.
The young people were all cheering. Although they had just been sprayed by Rosalie, this did not prevent them from being happy about the news.
As for adults, the situation is more subtle.
Many people, like the Duke of Villefort, began to sweat desperately.
Bernal looked at these people and sneered: "It seems you have some little secrets. Do you want to share them with me?"
The great nobles looked at each other.
Then Bernal turned to the ladies and snapped his fingers at Mrs. Williams.
Mrs. Williams nodded, then looked at her husband.
The big businessman Williams immediately raised his hand and clapped three times.
All the doors of the ballroom opened at the same time, and the private soldiers of the Chamber of Commerce opened the doors and rushed in. The bright crossbows in their hands were aimed at the nobles present.
Duke de Villefort trembled and said: "What does this mean, Your Majesty?"
Bernal: "Have you noticed that none of my confidants, the nobles I can trust, are here tonight? Ah? With your fat heads, can't you even notice this detail?"
Villefort said angrily: "To take back the title, you need the approval of the Imperial Parliament!"
Bernal took out a sound transmission stone and said, "Rhett Butler, tell us about your discovery."
Rhett Butler's voice came from the sound transmission stone: "Your Majesty, you can't imagine how big my discovery is. A total of two hundred letters of collaboration with the enemy, two hundred letters. Are there two hundred nobles above the Marquis of the Empire?"
Bernal: "You come back quickly, change into clean clothes, and come to Mrs. Williams. There is a big show about to begin."
"As you command, Your Majesty." Rhett Butler replied.
Bernal put away the sound transmission stone, glanced at the Dukes, and then turned to Mr. Williams and said: "Thank you for your help. If you reward me afterwards, you will get what you want."
Williams bowed, then looked at his wife and added: "Remember Bradford Borderer, he has always supported the reform of the imperial system."