Tyrant Code

Gordon stood quietly in front of the sycamore tree, looked at the young man who was about a head taller and turned slightly sideways. After seeing his face clearly, he found that it was indeed the Duke who had met several times before.

The son of the former queen of Selanka, a nobleman with the purest blood in the royal family, one of the top rulers in the empire.

The nobles of Selanka often give people the impression of being romantic and undisciplined, and people also admire such a style image.But this Duke of Demont is different - just standing there without saying a word, the strong sense of oppression exuding from his body is almost breathless.

The guard beside Goldo took a deep breath, then raised his voice involuntarily, and shouted, "Your Excellency, Viscount Goldo Moran...see the king!"

As he spoke, the guard straightened his chest, and lightly tapped the marble floor with the golden cane beside him, making two crisp sounds on the ground.

After completing the formal procedures, he bowed his head in the direction of the Duke with some trepidation. After seeing the Duke nodding his head in affirmation, he was slightly relieved, and confessed to Gordon beside him: "Your Excellency, I will I won't accompany you in."

Goldo: "...?" Shouldn't someone lead him into the room in the main hall?

The guard boarded the carriage and left the scene without a sound, leaving Gordo in the original place.

I saw the Duke who was standing under the tree walking towards him, and the sunlight projected golden broken light on his body through the gaps in the branches and leaves, but his eyes seemed to be more silent and deep.

Whether it is from the aspect of his father's work under the opponent's hand, or from the perspective of the duke's convenience with him, Gordo thinks that he should be more humble.

So, when the duke was a little closer to Gordo, Gordo took the initiative to bow and salute and said, "Your Excellency, Duke."

Unexpectedly, before he could practice the etiquette of bowing, the other party bowed his head towards him first: "Mr. Moran!"

Gordon: "...?"

He was really taken aback, and his movements just stopped.And the Duke in front of him quickly widened his eyes, straightened his back, and looked at Gordon, feeling a little bit like waking up from a dream.The two of them just stood there awkwardly and fell into silence.

"...Your Excellency the Duke." Goldo took the initiative to break the stiff atmosphere and said with a smile, "You are too polite."

Why would a duke salute such a powerless viscount?Is something going to happen if someone sees it?Gordon sighed deeply because of this unexpected turn of events.

"It's nothing." The Duke frowned slightly, and immediately retorted, "You...you deserve such courtesy."

You call this courtesy?

Gordo felt that even if the other party wanted to set him up as a corporal, it would be considered too much force.

Fortunately, they didn't dwell on this topic for too long.The Duke quickly performed a gentleman's etiquette again, but it was not as formal as before. It was barely a signal that he hoped to make friends with Gordon's peers: "Then, please come with me. Your Majesty and His Excellency Casal Moran both It's already waiting for us."

Gordon returned a salute, involuntarily being infected by the other party's solemn demeanor.

...Should I be so grand, he is really just a viscount, the imperial capital has a lot of viscounts!

Gordon followed him into the palace while complaining.

There are no candles lit in the corridors of the palace, and the glass and enamel decorated on the inner corridors are shining with colorful colors.From the beginning, the dome has been painted with long pictures, which are various scenes of the Holy Lord's death and the blessing of all things.This long picture scroll is very famous. It is a handed down painting left by a talented painter a hundred years ago, and it is regarded as a masterpiece by today's religious painters.

Gordon glanced up and felt that it was meaningless, so he lowered his head in a disinterested manner.

The Duke secretly saw this scene in his eyes, and his eyes showed a smile.

As expected of His Majesty... He just dismisses the scroll of the Holy Lord, which is so sought after by everyone!

But back then, after His Majesty succeeded to the throne, he did not ask people to destroy these scrolls, but kept them as pure works of art.It was his seemingly magnanimous attitude of ignoring these religious religions that severely stimulated the stupid old stubbornness of the Holy See.

In any case, His Majesty has finally returned to the land of Selanka, which is the top priority.

De Monte recalled the news of the civil strife in Archide reported by the spies and the news that Gordo had also been detained, and snorted coldly in his heart.He kept this account in his heart, and waited until he conquered the mainland in the future, and then slowly settled it!

The Duke thought so, but he didn't realize that Gordon had actually been paying attention to him all the time, and had been secretly observing his every move.His eyes were empty, as if he had thought of something, and then he started to smile—as if he had thought of something happy.

Goldo: "..."

He found that the Duke was always distracted in front of him, and he always put on a strange expression of recalling life.

But this duke has a gentle attitude and looks very polite...it's not difficult to get along with.

They walked through the aisle with their own thoughts, and came to a door with a golden-red eagle carved on it. Two guards in uniforms stood by the door and saluted them slightly.

The door opened slowly.This is a slightly formal main hall, and the king would often meet some ministers here.Under the red curtain, two rows of golden candles were burning quietly, surrounding the gold-rimmed and white-bottomed throne in the center—not to mention, the seat cushion of the throne looks quite soft, and it probably feels good to sit on.

The king was sitting on the throne at this time, with platinum hair and a crown inlaid with several sapphires, his attire did not look very extravagant.His fair skin showed that he was well maintained, but the faint wrinkles on his face still couldn't be concealed.He was talking with the people around him with a smile, and the black-haired man with a slightly cold face standing beside him was Casal Moran.

"Your Majesty the King." The Duke said, his voice was actually colder than when he greeted Gordo just now.

But Gordon didn't care too much about it.Gordo was naturally very happy to see the lord's father who had been away for a long time.He smiled and leaned over to salute, winking at his father: "Good afternoon, His Majesty the King. Good afternoon, Father."

The stern facial features of the lord's father softened to a degree visible to the naked eye, and those ice-blue eyes didn't look so alluring anymore.The king smiled, and said: "I heard before that the eldest son of the Moran family is outstanding in appearance, and it seems to be the case today, and he has outstanding talents... He is really a perfect young man."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your appreciation."

Both father and son of the Moran family expressed their thanks aloud.

They chatted for a while, and the king asked him some more about what he had seen in Archid, and seemed very pleased with him.

Then came the formal conferment ceremony.

Goldo knelt before the throne on one knee, and the king held a golden rapier and placed it gently on his left shoulder, announcing that he would be granted the title of Viscount.The Duke of Demont stood on one side, holding a golden ribbon, and put the ribbon on his shoulder after the king announced his will and retracted the rapier.

At this point, the ceremony is completely over.

The king is not very free today.After the ceremony, the father and son of the Moran family discussed to leave the palace.

"How does it feel to be a Viscount?" Casal Moran asked his son. He compared his height with Gordo's and found that Gordo had grown a lot taller in recent years, but there was still room for him to grow.After all, he is only 16 years old this year.

"It feels good." Goldo replied, "very happy. Thank you father."

Anyway, what the lord's father most wanted to hear was the word happy.

Casal Moran saw his crooked eyebrows and a sly smile, just like when he was a child, so he stretched out his hand and patted his head.

"With the title, other things are much easier." Casar Moran said, "I heard that you defeated the prince of Achid with a sword in the league. I knew it, my son , even if you have the talent to be a priest, your martial arts will not be bad. In this way, even if you graduated from a seminary, you don’t have to worry about being unable to control the knights in the legion..."

Gordo choked in his throat and asked, "You want me to join the regiment?"

Why is there another route to join the army?

"Isn't it good to enter the regiment? You can inherit my cavalry regiment." Casal Moran said, "The army will become your power to improve your title and maintain your territory. You have such a talent, there is no reason to waste it."

Goldo: "..." In fact, he doesn't really want to lead a group of muscular men in the army.

Casal Moran suddenly felt an ominous premonition: "Son, don't you prefer to be a priest in the Holy See?"

Goldo: "Not at all. I know that the Pope's party and our family are not on the same page."

Casar: "It's good that you know." The lord's father thought for a while, and felt that his son was indeed very quiet since he was a child. He was excellent in everything, but he didn't show any obvious preference for the army, unlike his own son. Youngest son, he hangs out with knights and mercenaries all day long, blatantly catching people to compete...

Casar: "Then do you want to be a lord?" The job of a lord is more comprehensive.

Goldo: "Yes." He nodded.What he wants most is the life of a salted fish lord!If you have nothing to do to develop people's livelihood technology, maybe it can benefit one party!

Kasar never imagined that his eldest son was both civil and military, but he was full of thoughts about going home to farm.

Kasar was silent for a moment, then compromised: "Okay. I will ask His Majesty for instructions."

The father and son left the palace happily, and Goldo invited him to the canteen of the monastery for a meal.

But before Casal Moran made a request to draw a part of his territory for Gordo to manage, the king issued an order first.

Gordo was thrust into the court of the Holy See... as a judge.