C7

The rest of the festivities were a dull affair, and little Sable had seen for himself the Emperor Charley, who lived deep in Weimar's court, but what was impressive was that the thirty-year-old Emperor Drumman's temples had begun to turn white, and though his magnificent robes and the light of the lamp made him look alive, little Sable had noticed the look of weariness in his eyes. This is a feature that anyone on the cusp of politics would have.

an uncontrollable reaction to a situation.

The Vatican Pope beside him, on the other hand, seemed even younger. With a benevolent smile on his face, he offered his blessings to each of the outstanding knights, and Little Si Bo saw his father standing on stage, dressed in a gentleman's tuxedo, appearing especially refined. Compared to the surrounding muscular men, he seemed much more refined.

"This is not what a cautious Rothschild should say." Little Sable reminded his mother that this was a little too obvious.

"But it was a mother's most faithful warning to her son." Madame Joseph stroked the head of little Schiber. This little duke, who was born to be a knight, would not have the ability to control the strongest knight in the Empire in the future.

From the beginning of the banquet to the end, the grand duke and Madame Joseph did not speak at all, not even with the attention in their eyes, and even gave the impression that there was an emotional conflict between the grand duke and the grand duke. Several bold ladies came forward to talk to the grand duke, and their minds were plotting how they could trick the Duke into falling into their bed.

Lady Joseph did not care, nor did she even explain anything to him. After the banquet was over, only Lady Joseph and him left in the carriage, while the Duke of Carlyle and Westfall remained in the palace of Versailles to have a long talk with King Charles. He had seen the portrait of his dead ex-wife in his father's room more than once. Perhaps the two had been so far apart from each other from the start that the so-called conversation between the nobility was just a rumor made up by others.

When little Si Bo'er was still Chen Fu Sheng, his parents, who had no feelings for each other due to the political marriage, were disgusted to the extreme. He never thought that he would still be unable to escape from the fate of reincarnation.

There was no curfew in the German Empire, but when the carriage reached Steinstrasse, it was surprisingly quiet, not even a sign of the patrolmen. "It doesn't seem right, ma'am," the butler, who was both a coachman and housekeeper, said in a low voice through the curtain.

"Yes." Mrs. Joseph responded, gently supporting her chin with her left hand, and said, "Do not stop, continue to move forward. By the way, let's remind the driver of the last carriage to open his eyes wide. If Little Spell's future attendant is even the slightest bit injured, he'll be able to die to atone for his crimes. "

"Although there are only a handful of people who would dare to assassinate the Grand Duchess in the Empire, they are not excluded. My little duke, are you not afraid of the assassin finding you when you lift the curtain?"

Little Si Bo Er smiled. "Members of the Rothschild Family will always think about it a step more than the other old schemers." As the family who has the most enemies in the political scene, but has never fallen, who would dare say that around aristocrats like our mother, there would not be one or two pieces that would cause our eyes to widen. "

Hugo, who sat in the back of the carriage, was nervous. This young man, whose parents had died as a child and who had been stolen from the slums since childhood, did not know whether it would be a blessing or a curse to enter the Grand Duke's Mansion. He had heard stories about dirty secrets between upper class and society from idle people, and he did not wish for the Duke of Carlyle, who had just led his Redbud Knights through the Persian Empire, to have the hobby of a child.

As the servant with the least status, Hugo quietly sat in the small but adorned carriage. He didn't think about running away. Offending a Duke was more serious than offending a little slave. As long as they lightly moved their fingers, he and his friends would be annihilated. Sometimes, the favors of big figures were also the misfortune of small characters.

The curtain was suddenly lifted, and the coachman poked his head in and handed Hugo a dagger in his left hand. "The Duchess told you to hold this. If something goes wrong, you have to be prepared to protect your wife. Have you ever killed anyone?"

Hugo, who had never killed a chicken since he was young, held his dagger and shook his head.

The coachman didn't care what he thought. Just as he was about to turn around and continue driving, he suddenly heard a sharp whistle, and a long arrow silently pierced into his head, splattering Hugo with blood.

Hugo, who had been scared speechless, just watched as the coachman fell to the ground and was crushed by the carriage on the stone floor. He didn't expect that before he even stepped into the Duke's Mansion, the Duke's enemies would come knocking and seek revenge.

When Hugo timidly lifted the curtain, he saw dozens of masked assassins with short swords surrounding the two carriages. The old housekeeper was standing in front of the carriages to protect Little Spell and the Duchess, and the cane in his hand had become a sharp sword. At this moment, Delay didn't look like an old housekeeper at all, but more like a swordsman.

Hugo also drew his dagger and moved behind the old butler. It was better to be with this swordsman who seemed very powerful than to be alone against an unknown enemy.

"What about Carlisle and Western Lil?" the leader of the masked assassins asked in a Persian Germanic accent when he saw that only the elderly, women, and children were in the carriage.

It seems like the rumors he heard before were true. That idiot, Syre, in order to claim his military merits, he chopped off the heads of the Persian civilians, the soldiers who pretended to be beheaded and killed. Although this kind of evil behavior would not be ignored by the nobles as long as they did not go overboard, but that idiot, Syre, had killed more than a hundred civilians at once, so even if Duke Carlisle could suppress this matter, the enemies of the Persian Empire would not forgive you.

Why did a fool's mistake have to be borne by an innocent person? Little Sobol even wanted to kill his older brother, who had insufficient IQ and EQ.

He could also sense that two of the Death Soldiers had magic undulations radiating from their bodies. It seemed that this group of Death Soldiers not only had scouts, but also auxiliary Mages, which was much more dangerous than the previous batch of armed men he had encountered in the Southern Sudan. Just as Little Soble was thinking of how to calm the emotions of these avengers and escape, he heard his mother say something that left him dumbstruck.

"I never thought of talking to a couple of idiots who were about to see God." To emphasize the irony, Mrs. Joseph used a pure Persian accent.

"Kill!"

As soon as the enraged Assassin Chief gave the order, the surrounding people raised their short swords and prepared to attack. However, they heard the sound of hooves coming from behind them, breaking the silence of the night as they galloped over.

Just as an unlucky assassin turned his head, a knight's spear shining with a dazzling light pierced his chest. The man on the white horse was tall and sturdy, easily picking up the corpse of the unlucky ghost nailed to the spear and throwing it forward. The assassin's corpse hit the wall with a 'pa' sound and was badly mutilated. The knight didn't even look at it as he continued riding towards the next assassin.

The old butler put away his sword and retreated to the side. He seemed to be accustomed to seeing this knight in the middle of the road.