While the Dragon King was preparing to bluff and negotiate terms with the Elanthir Empire, in another corner of the world, in a gorgeous castle and a beautifully decorated room, something was going on.
"Pa!" After a loud slap, a young man in gorgeous aristocratic clothing fell to the ground. He crawled twice in fear before he avoided the full-strength kick from the middle-aged nobleman behind him.
"What are you doing! He is your biological son!" The middle-aged aristocratic woman wearing gold and silver at the side pulled her husband and cried for mercy: "What trouble have you caused outside again? Come on, come on!
Your father apologizes!"
"Apologise? It's too late!" The man panted and broke away from the woman's pull. He chased after her and kicked her again: "You traitor! Why did I give birth to such a fool like you!"
"I know I'm wrong! I know I'm wrong, why don't I do that?" The young man who rolled around and got kicked fell to the floor, crying for mercy, leaving the castle downstairs being cleaned as usual.
The servants were all silent.
"Okay! You are a count after all, what does it look like to beat your son like this..." When the woman saw her son being beaten like this, she immediately felt distressed again, and chased after her husband and grabbed her husband: "You too
Calm down."
The masculine man didn't know where to put his hands. While pushing him, he wanted to continue kicking his son on the ground: "Get out of the way! Today I will personally kill this idiot who has failed to achieve anything but failed!"
"No matter what mistakes he made, he is still just a child..." The woman glanced at her son sadly, and when she saw that he still didn't know how to run away, she turned around with hatred, and advised her husband: "He
I’ve confessed everything to you, don’t I already know I was wrong! At such an age, what kind of trouble can he get into?”
"It's just a little prodigal who seduced our Sam... Just send some money and it'll be fine..." In her opinion, her husband's family has a great business and nothing can't be settled.
In fact, with their family's strength, there is really no problem in this remote and remote area.
It's nothing more than seizing someone's girl, or beating to death someone's blind bastard, it's not that important.
The worst case scenario is to pay some money. Has this kind of thing happened less often in the past? It is also my fault that my husband is usually too busy and neglects the family, and the children are naturally naughty.
But children are still children after all. No matter how naughty they are, how much trouble can they cause? Why not just find a few family friends and have a trusting relationship, and the matter will be over?
"You! What do you know?" The man was on the verge of collapse. He pointed at his son with trembling fingers, wishing to eat him alive: "You let him say it! You let him say it himself!"
"Sam...you, what trouble did you get into this time?" The woman stopped her husband, then turned back and questioned her son.
The young man who fell to the ground turned pale with fright, and answered tremblingly: "I, I just joined an... an organization, and made some friends in it."
He became more and more fluent as he spoke, and even as he spoke, he felt that he was right: "They are all nobles. We have agreed that in the future, we can help each other and make our business bigger!"
Of course, he concealed the most important part, which was that this so-called mysterious organization that helped each other, and the things they gathered to discuss, were a terrible and treasonous crime.
"You! You still have the nerve to say that!" The Earl subconsciously wanted to touch the long sword at his waist, but found that he was at home and was not wearing the long sword that symbolized the family's glory.
He really wanted to kill his son with a sword, because he had heard of that organization and knew what terrible things that organization was planning.
This mysterious organization was founded by a group of bastards who were not afraid of death. They wanted to overthrow the rule of Emperor Elanthir and use businessmen to control the entire empire.
Recently, these guys have been getting together frequently to discuss how to assassinate the ancient emperor and create chaos to gain power.
He didn't dare to participate in such activities, but what he didn't know was that his son had joined this organization behind his back and was making suggestions within it. He was like a little leader!
Of course, if it was just that, he could just break his son's legs today and put him in a dungeon to prevent him from being stupid again.
But what made him despair was that just yesterday, His Majesty the Emperor Chris was actually assassinated!
When he heard the news, he was still gloating, thinking that those who planned the assassination were all fools. Just now, his son, who had been fooling around outside all night, was frightened and confessed everything to him.
"Your good son! I don't care if he goes out to fool around and lie to those girls! Now he actually plans with others to assassinate the emperor!" Pointing at his son, the earl was so angry that he almost died.
"Isn't it just a plot to assassinate...you, what did you say?" The countess was stunned for a moment when she heard her husband utter such terrible words. She stood there in a daze, even forgetting her own
My son is still lying on the floor.
The entire castle fell into an unusual and eerie silence, as if the people who had just argued had evaporated at this moment.
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"Crack..." In another castle, a chair with gorgeous waves carved on the armrests fell to the floor, struggling with its feet in the air, and soon stopped moving.
When the servant opened the door and was about to enter the room to pack things, the young and beautiful woman saw the other two maids lying on the floor, with unwillingness and pain written on their ferocious faces.
They were poisoned to death, because white saliva was still flowing from the corners of their mouths. Lying on the bed was a *woman, who was the mistress of the family.
At this moment, she no longer had the grace and splendor of the past, and she lay there silently for a long time. A bottle containing poison rolled on the floor, and the strange-colored liquid inside spilled out and flowed along the cracks in the floor.
"Ah!" the maid screamed hysterically, and the servants who heard the scream quickly gathered around.
They saw their master, the young owner of this room, hanging motionless on the beam. He was wearing decent clothes, but the shoe on one foot fell to the ground due to the struggle.
A few hours ago, this body hanging on the beam was the richest young man in this small town...