Ever since the ragged old man came to Lavender Castle, housekeeper Jerlin hadn't seen his Earl wearing a formal dress for a long, long time.
On the long dining table, expensive candles held candles. Leonardo sat at the end of the table, and on the other side was the unkempt old man.
"Long time no see, General Francis. The last time I saw you..." Leonardo gave the old man a deep look.
"At the Grand Ceremony of All Nations, you were still the son of Duke Winter. Almost forty years have passed."
Francis straightened his back, he was no longer as stooped as a beggar, and bright eyes burst out from his cloudy eyes.
If he were wearing a military uniform now, he would be sitting like a general. The invisible military aura made the maids standing aside tremble slightly.
"Two years ago, Frederick III came to the throne. He was only 16 years old and was the youngest emperor in the history of Punocai Castle. I thought you would be by his side to assist him."
Leonardo clapped his hands, the maids respectfully handed over sterling silver tableware, and steaks from the top chefs of the royal family were also brought to the table.
Francis smiled slightly, washed his hands with the lemonade brought by the maid, and then wrapped a long square tissue around his chest.
Every step he took was impeccable, and the maids were stunned. They thought this old beggar in ragged clothes was going to make a huge fool of himself!
But he was so skilled, even holding the sterling silver knife and fork was full of gentlemanly elegance. He was not impatient and slowly savored the aroma of the beef.
"Punoka Castle, General of the Knights of Yahweh, Lord Francis Bodewall."
"Yes, but I can't go back. From that day on, I am no longer a member of the Knights of Yahweh. I heard that Frederick III took control of the political power of Punocai Castle in just one year.
, his father cannot be compared with him at all."
Francis said happily, Punocay Castle, that is his hometown, a place he can never go back to.
"Then why are you here now? Everyone thought you were dead."
"Support Marquis Luo Lei and the Snowwolf Family. This is the only thing I can do. Luo Lei is a very ambitious child. I hope the Winter Family and the Lavender Family can support him."
"The Lavender family has to ask its mistress, but the Winter family may refuse."
Leonardo looked at Francis with some curiosity.
"No matter what, I beg you to help me. Come back as Earl of Winter. Your father is my best friend." Francis looked at Leonardo solemnly, and he lowered his head slightly.
"I refuse."
A clear female voice came from the door of the hall.
"Since the owner of Lavender Manor has rejected you, I have no choice but to refuse. General Francis, you shouldn't play the family card. The Lavender family has no family ties, only interests."
Leonardo smiled slightly, raised his glass, and drank the red wine in one gulp.
"..." Francis opened his mouth, but he finally lowered his head and sighed deeply.
After all, he is old, like an old lion, his claws and teeth are no longer sharp, and he no longer has the power to intimidate others.
Jielin made a "please" gesture, and Francis stood up and put his old top hat on his head.
The moment he walked out of the gate of Lavender Manor, the girl he passed by gave him a solemn curtsy.
"Is this the heir to the Winter and Lavender families?"
Francis was still a little frightened. He saw the former Queen of Punokai Castle in those purple eyes. Her natural arrogance and desire for power.
Francis walked out of the Lavender Castle, and it was snowing too! The old man stretched out his hand tremblingly, and wrapped tightly the noble animal skin cloak given to him by the Marquis of Lorre.
He sighed heavily, his next target was Linglan, but the Hanover family was harder to convince than the Winter family, right?
Francis looked at his pocket watch. It was already early in the morning. The Battle of Norway and Li had already begun!
He stood in the snowy night, his weathered face turned towards Noli. Someone must be waiting for his reinforcements.
Thinking of this, Francis stepped on the soft snow step by step, heading towards the Xuansiti Railway Station.
The black motorcycle was speeding down the road on the snowy night. People hurriedly avoided the extended motorcycle. Those who could sit in such a motorcycle were not ordinary nobles.
The girls' faces were flushed. I don't know if they were cold or if they were thinking about something. Is this the eldest son of that family? Which lucky girl is he going to pick up?
The boys were thinking about which girl was on the black motorcycle. They were wearing expensive floral dresses that ordinary people could not even imagine, or off-the-shoulder white dresses that highlighted their figure.
The black locomotive suddenly stopped, and the people staring at it were stunned.
This motorcycle, which represents noble status and wealth, stopped in front of an old man on the roadside. This old man looked more like a beggar in the Xuansiti slum!
"Mr. Francis? My Duke is very interested in you. If you encounter any difficulties, go to him."
The window of the black motorcycle slowly opened, and the man who was as handsome as a knife handed Francis a black pickup truck with gold hot stamping.
【Duke of the Rhine, Sertoriola】
There are only elegant signatures on the black pickup truck, and the embossed and uneven touch feels as comfortable as frosted.
The man watched Francis take over the black pickup truck, bowed his head respectfully and saluted, then closed the window and left the avenue under the suspicious gaze of Citizen Xuansi.
The holy capital of Danfengboluo, the prison of the dead.
"Sir, although you hold the highest-level meeting certificate from this heretical tribunal, due to the special nature of the prisoner, you still only have fifteen minutes to meet."
Zoro, who was wearing a dark uniform and a skull angel badge, respectfully saluted the man in the interview room.
The authority of the other party was so high that when Zoro saw the certificate, his legs weakened with fear.
He quickly called the top executive who was vigilant. When the always arrogant executive saw this certificate, he licked his dry lips, and his hands were trembling slightly.
He once interrogated the king of a country, or the Marquis of Sentinoa. When the Marquis threatened him, he smiled slightly, and then hammered, slowly, breaking all the other person's teeth.
The executive took Zoro with him and bowed respectfully to the man in the darkness, then turned around and gently closed the door, giving them a private space.
"It's very embarrassing, the former red archbishop, Lord Augustine."
The man crossed his hands and held his chin, his tinted lenses hiding his sharp gaze.
"It's you...it's you...it's you...hahahaha..." The prisoner walked into the interview room, raised his dirty head, and suddenly laughed like a madman.
"Did you succeed?" After a long time, Augustine became quiet, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
"I succeeded. No, I should have succeeded a long time ago. It's just that this time, there are no side effects."
Man smiles.
"Is the Hell of the Dead fun, Lord Bishop?"
"After all, under the divination of the old ghost of Hetlera, Telos will naturally have to fight against the troubles that will follow. I'd better rest in the Prison of the Undead."
Augustine shrugged and showed a cunning smile of an old fox.
"The traces of Hetlila disappeared many years ago. Even if I use all the resources of the Annihilation Agency and the Heretic Tribunal, I can't find a single trace of her."
The man pushed up his glasses.
"Is it that man? The man named Richedance?"
Augustine looked at the man with schadenfreude. In all these years, he had never seen this man look deflated.
"Yeah, after all, you and I come from the same hometown, which is really distressing."
The Duke of Rhine took off the black robe that he had been wearing. He was very young, as young as a boy of eighteen or nineteen.
But his eyes were so vicissitudes of life, as steady as an old man's, with a deathly silence.
"I heard that the Battle of Noli has begun. I heard about His Highness the Earl of Qiangwei."
"Xavier Cadance, his eyes make me a little concerned."