Huh? Are they all real?

Boris Golden Eagle felt that he would never forget that man's handwriting in his life.

Before Lord Westeros defeated the other six dukes and began to enter the imperial capital, he felt deeply afraid of this man.

Because every time a pillar and its affiliates and allies were defeated, they would be exploited and oppressed without any human touch.

This is completely different from the previous conventions. In the past, let alone the great nobles of the level of the Seventh Duke, they would surrender.

Even a small baron would basically not be treated like this.

We are all nobles. If you are so ruthless, others will not be ruthless in the future!

On the contrary, if you take care of me, I will not say that I will take care of you in the future, but at least others will abide by the rules and give you and your family dignity.

This is almost the default custom that the Baratheon noble circle has spent hundreds of years to reach.

As a result, this guy ruined everything as soon as he came.

This is a power-grabbing monster who completely disregards rules and honor.

He seems to be born to trample on everything of the old nobles.

The nobles will never die!

Before the Grand Duke came out brazenly, this was his only cognition.

Everything the other party did after entering the imperial capital further verified all his thoughts about this person.

This person really came for all the existing order!

Boris Golden Eagle had never seen a ruler kill nobles like killing civilians, no, killing poor people without hesitation!

When he had just led his troops to disperse the House of Representatives, at least hundreds of nobles were put on the death list and executed in public every day.

It was also at that time that the entire imperial capital was shrouded in the haze of the death rule of Lord Westeros.

When he was still a teenager, he would get up early every day and wait in front of the public notice board like those poor people who went to the church to wait for relief food.

With indescribable fear and pressure that could almost suffocate him, he scanned every name posted by the Southern Knights.

Fearing that he or his family would appear on that death list.

Fortunately, the gods bless him and the kings bless him.

Perhaps a small family like his is really not in the eyes of the Grand Duke.

Until Her Majesty the Queen successfully dispelled the death haze that shrouded the imperial capital, their family did not appear on the death list.

But even so, it was a fear that penetrated his bones.

As a respectable noble, he could have saved his life no matter what.

But this person didn't care about that at all!

In this person's eyes, his life was no different from that of a bug!

When he knew that he would really die and was brushing shoulders with the god of death every day, fear was completely implanted in his heart.

He knew that the most profitable people in Baratheon were actually perfumers.

Because most of the nobles who survived the Great Purge could not fall asleep without the special hypnotic incense made by perfumers.

Even he relied on hypnotic incense to survive the most difficult period.

It was not until he became a mid-sequence extraordinary person and had a strong resistance to most hypnotic incense that he stopped using it.

Even if the other party did nothing!

Compared to death, what is more terrifying is the unknown torment.

Therefore, even if he didn't even read what was written on it just now.

He also recognized whose handwriting it was immediately!

Because when he was young, he had to read the list written by this person hundreds of times every day before he could calm down his fear.

But he was also grateful to this Grand Duke.

After all, without this Grand Duke, their family would have no chance to come up.

The rigidity of the aristocratic system is particularly evident in Baratheon!

Without this madman who trampled on everything, many of the new nobles today would probably still be working as coolies on the streets.

So his feelings towards this person are extremely complicated.

The fear reached the extreme, because this person made him clearly realize that the other party would really kill him, and it all depends on whether this person is in a good mood.

He also deeply hid his gratitude, because almost everything he has now comes from the madness of this madman.

Of course, the latter is a principled mistake that must not be put on the surface.

"My lord? What's wrong with you?"

Looking at the subordinates who helped him up.

Boris Golden Eagle waved his hand and said:

"Nothing, just a little dazed, go down, I'll be alone for a while, by the way, I'll go to the bathroom first. No need to follow."

Although the subordinates were a little surprised why this veteran who had been in battle for a long time suddenly became like this.

But they didn't say anything, this was the boss, nothing else.

After walking out of his office, Boris Golden Eagle did not go directly to the bathroom, but went to the equipment department first.

After sending the staff away, he took a bottle of strong laxatives from the medicine warehouse to clean the stomach and intestines.

This was originally to prevent someone from being poisoned.

But now, he has to use it.

Because he just ate the paper.

But he must return it to Potter as soon as possible, otherwise the other party may notice something wrong.

He didn't know what the relationship between Potter and the monster was, nor did he know what role the monster played in this matter, and he didn't know what would happen when the monster came back.

The only thing he knew was that he didn't want to get involved in this matter.

And last night, the prophet came to the revelation that "He" was back!

So now he just wants to be an outsider, just like when he survived.

He knew that theoretically he should report all this to Her Majesty the Queen immediately, telling the Queen and everyone that the monster who came back was the great dictator, the Duke of Westeros who trampled on everything!

But he didn't dare, the fear of his youth deeply dominated his brain.

He didn't have the courage to stand at the forefront of the opposition to Westeros.

He always thought that he had come out with success, but now he found out that he had been standing still.

When Potter, full of joy, followed the great Boris Golden Eagle to support the Suras Court.

He didn't know that the creed given to him by Morn was lost and recovered.

He just felt that he should take a bath.

Because he felt that he seemed to stink.

This discovery made him look at the Boris Golden Eagle beside him with a little uneasiness.

This wouldn't lower his score in the eyes of this adult, right?

And the Boris Golden Eagle, who noticed that Potter had seen it, also became dry-mouthed.

Wouldn't this guy find out?

"That, that."

The two said this sentence almost at the same time.

"Ah. My Lord, you speak first."

"No, it's okay, you speak, just speak."

"No, no, no, my Lord, you speak!"

In the end, it was still Boris's golden eagle who couldn't overcome his fear.

"You, did you find anything?"

When saying this, Boris's golden eagle swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

Porter said awkwardly:

"My Lord, I don't seem to have taken a shower, and I smell a little bit."

Hearing this, Boris's golden eagle felt relieved.

He laughed and patted Porter's shoulder and said:

"No, it's nothing, it shows that you have been working hard!"

Great, he didn't find out, after this time, I must send this plague god out as soon as possible.

No, I have to leave the imperial capital too.

It seems that I have to find a way to manage the relationship so that this guy can be promoted and let me transfer out of the imperial capital as soon as possible!

——

In the depths of the palace, Nelson's golden eagle, the prophet who made the prophecy, and many other bigwigs were kneeling respectfully under the steps at this moment.

Sitting on the high platform was the hostess of this country.

She was their monarch.

"The Overwatch Council sent a message that Suras City is the ultimate goal of the cultists, so what is this prophecy about?"

The queen's cold and calm voice spread throughout the audience hall.

Nelson the Golden Eagle and the prophet were sweating profusely.