After I became a real young master, I became famous for my bad behavior

After becoming emperor, he invested almost all of his financial resources into the war of aggression, and naturally invested a large amount of arms funds into the "artificial ability user" plan.

Today is his birthday.

The emperor's birthday must be celebrated with great fanfare:

The palace hall was magnificent, with gorgeous chandeliers and precious paintings. The banquet table was filled with all kinds of precious delicacies. Even the princes and nobles could hardly see such delicacies on the table after several years of war.

The atmosphere at the banquet was extremely heavy, full of tension and fear, because everyone knew how cruel the person sitting on the throne was.

Siberu sat on the throne in the hall, wearing a gorgeous robe and a crown inlaid with gems. His blue eyes were cold and ruthless, as if he was looking down at a group of ants.

On both sides of him stood a group of loyal guards, holding swords and watching everyone at the banquet vigilantly.

Although Siberu and Melissa both have champagne-colored hair and blue eyes.

But even though he was Melissa's biological brother, the people in the audience could not look upon this tyrant with admiration and genuine loyalty.

Due to the large number of guards, the guests in the audience dared not speak out. They could only communicate their thoughts with their eyes, fearing that they would lose their heads if they said one more word.

The banquet began with a wonderful musical performance. Siberu loved music, so he invited the best musicians in the country to play for him.

The musicians walked onto the stage tremblingly and began to play the music that the emperor liked. However, in the middle of the performance, the people sitting on the stage suddenly stopped it. He was furious with them and ordered the guards to take them away and execute them:

"I hate hearing arias. Execution."

The musicians begged for mercy in horror, but the emperor remained indifferent.

The guards dragged the musicians out of the hall.

Next was a dance performance.

A group of beautiful dancers in gorgeous costumes walked into the hall and began to dance.

The tyrant watched the dance with a smile, but when he saw that the movements of one of the dancers were not graceful enough, he ordered his guards to execute all the dancers.

Not long after, screams of pain were heard outside the palace.

Like killing a chicken to scare the monkeys, the guests dared not speak easily, for fear of angering the tyrant. Siberu began to call the guests by name, asking each of them to say a word to praise him.

The guests answered his questions tremblingly, some stuttered because of nervousness, and some were executed for saying something that Xiberu didn't like.

After executing the "traitors", a satisfied smile appeared on Siberu's face, but his eyes were still cold and ruthless.

When leaving, Xibelu said coldly to the people in the audience:

"You are all my people, and your lives belong to me. As long as you are loyal to me, I will reward you.

"But if you betray me, I will make you suffer a fate worse than death."

After saying this, the tyrant turned and left the hall, leaving behind a group of terrified guests.

This is just the brutal side of Siberu.

There were many things about him that made the audience unhappy, but no one dared to speak out. Otherwise, not only those who cursed the emperor would die, but everyone would die.

The guests were talking about it.

They said that the concubines who entered the palace today must have failed to please the emperor, or that the dancers who danced with the emperor made some mistakes, which made the emperor so unhappy.

After confirming that the emperor had left, someone asked the purple-black-haired man standing in front of the team:

"Lord Myrddin, have you found a painter that can satisfy His Majesty?"

The young man dressed in aristocratic attire, with a gentle appearance and a promising young man, Marquis Dino Mildin, adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose. His sharp grey eyes seemed to have a good grasp of what was going to happen next.

Hearing the person behind him asking him with an anxious look, he smiled and nodded.

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Contrary to what most guests thought, the real reason for the emperor's displeasure this time was that his 22nd birthday portrait was ruined by the best painter in the empire who had been hired at a high price not long ago.

In fact, everyone around thought that the imperial painter's painting was very good, but it just bothered Siberu's mood. So this innocent painter also died under the guillotine.

But the empire's best painters were dead, so they had no choice but to spend more money to hire painters from other countries... to paint the emperor's portrait.

This is a job that could cost you your life at any time. Almost no one dares to take it!

But now, the Marquis has found the right person. This news is a relief.

"Oh, that's great."

The questioner patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. He moved closer to Dino and whispered to him,

"Then hurry up and send the painter who can save us, otherwise His Majesty will be even more angry."

Dino's mouth corners slightly raised, he squinted his eyes and nodded:

"Ah."

Ta-ta-ta-ta...

The guests who survived the banquet still dared not breathe a word, because they knew that only by stepping out of the palace alive could they see the sun tomorrow.

The outcome of the game will depend on whether the people brought by Marquis Mildin can use his sweet words to coax His Majesty into obedience and then let them go.

Emperor's lounge.

Lord Milding knocked on the door gently, confirmed that it was unlocked, and then pushed the half-closed door open. When he came in, four of his men pushed a small table with a drawing board and a white cloth on it and gently placed it next to the Marquis.

During this time, the Marquis kept a standard smile on his face. He saluted the emperor and asked:

"Your Majesty, would you like some Lafite? I brought you some Galloway (fictitious name) Lafite, a specialty of the Myrddin region."

Siberu likes to drink, and he also likes to drink expensive Lafite. But if he calms down at this time, he will feel embarrassed:

"Hmph, do you think I'm in the mood to drink?"

The smile behind the glasses of Lord Myrddin was very mysterious:

"Hmm? Your Majesty shouldn't get angry over those foolish people."

"You are right." Siberu nodded thoughtfully.

But seeing that Marquis Mildin had no intention of leaving, Xibelu said calmly:

"You look like you want to please me. Do you want to ask me for something?"

Marquis Mirddin opened his grey eyes, curved them and said calmly:

"Not really. I just wanted to add a wonderful entertainment to your majesty."

As he spoke, he lifted the corner of the tablecloth with his left hand wearing a white glove, and then slowly lifted it up. Under the table sat a tall young man with flaxen hair, curled up. He was dressed in ordinary clothes and looked like he was traveling.

There were some bruises on his body, and a purple pinch mark on his neck, the size of which was about the same as the Marquis's hand.

Siberu, who was sitting in his original position, looked at the young man who was still in a state of unconsciousness, and his face was full of joy:

"Alvi? A talented painter famous throughout the continent? You actually kidnapped him and brought him here. That's great!"