Someone opened the car door, moved his buttocks away from the soft leather sofa in the luxury car, and Palak Stram got out of the car.
He is the emperor of the no longer existing Palak Empire and the Duke of Palak of the current Ilanhir Empire.
Like other Dukes of Eilandhill, although he is called a Grand Duke on the surface, in fact, this title is completely different from that of the Grand Duke of the "Principality".
This is the new title of Eiland Hill. The title is Duke, but it actually does not have its own fief. Although it is hereditary, it can only be passed on to the eldest son and grandson of the family, and the rest of the relatives can only find their own way out.
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Grand Duke Higgs, the current Minister of Defense Kastner, Grand Duke Harriet of Kashyyyk who has gone to live permanently in the vast sea, including the Grand Duke Palak in front of him, all belong to this type of "honored nobles" in name only.
According to the order of the empire, before going to his new home, the Grand Duke Palak Strahm must report to the imperial capital, meet with his majesty the emperor, swear allegiance to the new emperor, and participate in the reward for his contribution to the empire.
The great achievements of the local professed minister.
However, His Excellency Grand Duke Palak, who had already sacrificed his empire, surrendered his army, and even dismissed more than half of his own entourage, felt a subtle change in the atmosphere of the imperial capital before attending tonight's banquet.
No matter how stupid he is, no matter how incompetent he is, the former emperor of the Palak Empire still has political vision and a keen "sense" of observing words and expressions.
You can figure this out just by thinking about it: after the rise of Elanthir, you can cling to Elanthir's lap without any distractions. In the southern region, the Balmesil Empire, the Kashyyyk Empire and the Southern Kingdom, as well as
How could someone who remained unwavering when the Jesno Empire was against the Elansil Empire be an incompetent fool?
He just sees it more clearly than others.
When he knew that he had no chance to choose, he had already made the most correct choice. Therefore, when the grass on the graves of the emperors of the Jesno Empire and the Balmesil Empire was green, Mr. Stram still had
With the title of Grand Duke, you can also enjoy dinner with His Majesty the Great Emperor Airansil.
This time, his keen sense began to remind him that something was about to happen.
"Tom...Tom..." Standing next to the car, looking at the top of the Irish Palace in the distance, the huge eagle flag that rises with the rising sun every morning slowly descends, Stram
He waved to his most trusted butler.
The mature and solemn butler bowed slightly and just got off the slightly worse car behind him. Hearing his master's call, he quickly came to Stram in three steps at a time and asked in a low voice: "
Your Majesty...Master, what are your orders?"
He had just changed his tune not long ago, and he was not used to calling his master by other names. However, he also knew that he had to be cautious at times like this. After all, he was still in the imperial capital, and his every move, every word, and every deed was still the same.
Under the surveillance of the terrifying and elusive "Special Mission Department".
When he heard the word "Your Majesty, Your Majesty," Stram's face turned pale with fright. However, when he heard the butler change his words in time, he calmed down somewhat and scolded: "Be careful next time!"
When the housekeeper nodded, he continued to talk about what he wanted to say: "Go and find out what happened..."
The butler understood the idea, bowed slightly, took two steps back and turned around to leave. He ran to the other side of the road in small steps, found a pedestrian who was passing by, stopped him, and stuffed a 10 gold coin note into his hand: "
Sir, I want to ask you something..."
Not long after, the butler returned to Duke Stram, who was still standing at the door waiting for news, and whispered: "The news came a few hours ago, the Holy War of Longsadelfa of Grecken died..."
"What does this have to do with Eiland Hill?" Stram glanced at the impatient officer of the Guards Special Tasks Department who was waiting not far away, and lowered his voice: "What on earth is going on?
One thing?"
Those officers claimed to be here to protect the Grand Duke, but in fact they were placed next to Stram to monitor his every move. Although the Grand Duke's freedom was not subject to any restrictions on weekdays, if he really did something extraordinary,
When something happens, these Guards soldiers even have the right to take action directly...
The butler also lowered his voice, because what he said next could easily lead to a lawsuit for talking about members of the royal family without permission.
He coughed lightly and said cautiously: "Longsa Delaifa Saint has a very good relationship with Princess Vivian... The Princess grew up by his side, and the two of them love each other like father and daughter..."
"Hiss..." Stram gasped, and then looked at the tall and wide palace gate behind him.
The grand and majestic main entrance of the Eilanhill Palace in the past was now like a bloody mouth, waiting ferociously for him to walk in, as if the prey had fallen into a trap.
Feeling that he was about to be swallowed up by a huge prehistoric monster, Strahm shuddered all over and subconsciously held the butler's arm with his hand.
After supporting his master, the housekeeper could clearly feel that the hands of the former emperor of the Palak Empire began to tremble non-stop, and he could not remain calm at all.
When he just got out of the car, the man who was named the Grand Duke of Palak was still a bit high-spirited, but now all that is left is boundless fear.
It’s no wonder that Strahm is as timid as a mouse, but no one dares to drink and have fun when the princess is sad, right? This is still a celebration banquet, what is it celebrating?
What if the imperial concubine thinks too much, what if His Majesty the Emperor has nowhere to vent his evil fire, and hits the muzzle of the gun again.
Whether the Grand Duke succeeds or not is a trivial matter. If his life is lost like this, wouldn’t he be a complete unjust ghost?
After understanding this, Stram immediately turned around and said to the already impatient Guards officer over there: "General, General... Could you please inform me that I, I am not feeling well, so this banquet can be cancelled."
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Because of nervousness and fear, he even called a general to a small major. Before the officer could recover, the butler stuffed a stack of Elanthir gold coins into his hand.
Just by looking at the thickness, you can tell that this is a large amount of cash. A rough calculation shows that it is almost several thousand gold coins. The officer's impatient face finally looked better, and he sneered and said, "Just wait here.
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After saying that, the officer turned around and walked to the side door of the palace. He showed his ID to the guard on duty, checked his identity, and handed over his weapon before being allowed to enter.
Soon, Prime Minister Desel, who had not planned any banquet at all and did not even ask about it, heard the news that Strahm claimed to be ill and requested to cancel the banquet.
He put down the pen in his hand, rubbed his chin with his fingers twice, and nodded imperceptibly: "This Stram is quite a talent. At least his ability to observe words and emotions is really good.
It’s impressive.”
After finishing speaking, he looked at the officer who came to deliver the news and said: "You can just take the bribe given to you, which is regarded as operational subsidy. In addition... tell Strahm that the higher-ups in the empire already know his attitude.
Let him rest assured that Ailan Hill will not do such things as burning bridges across rivers."
After giving the instructions, he waved his hand, and the officer nodded slightly and exited Des's office.
Strahm, who was almost exhausted from waiting at the door, finally saw the officer coming out after more than an hour.
When the other party stood in front of Stram again, the disdain and irritation on his face had turned into a pleasant smile.
Moreover, when he spoke again, the news brought by this officer was like a fairy voice to Stram's ears: "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister of the Empire, please rest assured that Ailan Hill will not do such a thing as crossing a river and demolishing a bridge."
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"Thank you! Thank you very much!" Stram quickly thanked him, as politely as if the other party was a duke and he was a colonel.
In the magnificent palace, a group of waiters were clearing away the newly prepared dinner plates and cut vegetables.
"This Duke is really miserable..." A chef put the fresh giant claw shrimp into the tank specially raised for it, and said with emotion: "A country just changed such a meal, and in the end it was cancelled.
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"Isn't that true... I heard that people are coming, so I canceled it when I said it was cancelled." Another chef poured the chopped fresh vegetable leaves into the second-class food bucket on the side, shook his head and said, "Go ahead.
Good ingredients are all cheap for us."
Fresh ingredients are prepared for the royal family and state banquet guests, but the remaining ingredients can only be used for the various staff working in the palace. This is a rule and cannot be messed up in the slightest.
"Your Majesty has already given a eulogy, and he still wants to eat this meal? Unless he doesn't want to live anymore." A maid hung a kitchen knife back on the wall and snorted coldly: "He is wise, otherwise tonight,
You might have to chop him up."
"Can you please stop sounding so disgusting? This is the kitchen!" The older head maid wiped her hands on her apron and looked at her colleagues with disdain: "If you talk nonsense again, I'll tear you apart.
Mouth!"
Looking at the figure of the old foreman who was eight feet tall and with an eight-foot waist, she weighed up her own and the other's talking skills. Coupled with the blessing of the foreman's identity and the other's tendon flesh, the chewing maid swallowed a gulp of saliva.
, resisted the urge to push back.
"Everyone, hurry up and work! In fifteen minutes, His Majesty the Emperor's dinner will begin... The taste is lighter, His Majesty has a bad appetite! The main course is six-eye fish porridge, which is Princess Vivian's favorite dish
! Come on, come on! Move!" The chef in charge walked in with his hands crossed. Everyone immediately became nervous, and the sound of clattering pots and bowls was heard again in the kitchen.