Tyrant Code

De Monte once imagined what kind of mood he would feel when he saw Goldo Moran again.

On the way from the imperial capital to here, Demont dreamed countless times that the king he was loyal to and followed was sitting on the throne, and his chest was pierced by that snow-white sword light.That bloody dusk is still engraved in his mind, a wound in his heart that would tear if he touched it.

He had countless things to confide in Goldoka Moran.But when he really saw this person, he felt as if he had passed away, and then... couldn't say a word.

This is 11-year-old Goldo Moran.He is the illegitimate child favored by the lord.

He wasn't the king in De Monte's memory who frightened the entire Western Continent with dark magic.

No matter how similar their appearances are, they are always two different existences, even diametrically opposite inside——

The black king in Dermot Pound's memory was as cold as ice, and even his smile was cold and dead.Beneath the dangerous and seductive appearance is a heart wrapped in pure darkness.

And the one in front of Demont's eyes is the juvenile version of Casal Moran.

He is handsome and elegant, his eyes are as gentle as obsidian, and his slender eyelashes are as light as the wings of a black swallowtail butterfly when they flutter, like a romantic and frivolous dream.

One of them is the abyss, the other is the moon.

Dermot Pound looked at the moon and stood silently.

Is this how His Majesty felt when he was a child?Compared with him in his youth, he is almost two people.

...But even if he can't find the familiar Majesty, Dermot Pound is already satisfied.

His Majesty is at least alive now—

"Your Excellency the Duke?" Casal Moran interrupted De Monte's thoughts, "The banquet hall is on the second floor, and there are vacant rooms there for you to rest."

It takes a lot of time to rush over from the imperial capital.Although Demont rode in the Duke's exclusive carriage, which was more comfortable than ordinary carriages, but he had a lot of worries along the way, so he was exhausted and needed to rest.

"I didn't inform you that I was going to attend your birthday party. I was rude." De Monte slowed down his tone slightly. "Of course, I still have some things I want to talk to Mr. Moran. However, we can put the business in the Let's talk tomorrow... After all, today is your birthday, Mr. Casal Moran."

Casal Moran complied.

Rather, he was a little surprised.

He had met this Duke of Demont before.Demont has always been domineering and free-spirited, but this time, his manner of speaking can be said to be surprisingly friendly.

Since the Duke threw an olive branch, Casar Moran had no reason not to accept it.So he walked up to the banquet hall on the second floor in front of De Monte, and the guests had already surrounded the gate of the banquet hall——

The soft sound of the violin sounded, and the banquet continued amidst compliments and congratulations, but the atmosphere became more enthusiastic.

Watching the Duke of Demont and the lord join the social circle in the banquet hall, Gordon breathed a sigh of relief.Turning his head to look, he saw Burrien who was still downcast and the lord's wife who was hesitating.

Goldo: "..."

"Gordo." The aggrieved Brian took the initiative to grab his clothes for comfort, "I just... I really didn't mean it just now."

Goldo patted him on the shoulder: "No one blames you. Didn't nothing happen?"

Bo Lien: "Can this really be considered nothing happened? Look at how ugly my mother's face is... Ah, it's over, after the banquet, she will definitely put me in confinement or give me homework. And I A birthday present for my dad..."

Under such circumstances, Burrien gave Casal Moran a horsewhip again, which is really a bit of a shame.The lord's wife was definitely upset when she saw it.

Goldo: "It's okay, my father won't care about these." After thinking about it, he seemed to have made a major sacrifice, and added, "...At worst, let's give gifts together."

Compared with his mediocre little cake, even a riding whip is a decent gift, isn't it?

Brian's eyes lit up when he heard the words: "Then let's make a deal!" Then he glanced into the bustling banquet hall, turned around and wanted to leave.

Goldo grabbed him: "Where are you going?"

Brian: "I'll go get my riding whip back!"

Goldo: "..."

Goldo shook his head and laughed, and sneaked back to the previous terrace avoiding the crowd. Sure enough, Atrium was still standing there, but his expression was not very good.

"Teacher." Gordon greeted.

Yatrixia nodded, holding a glass of malt wine in his hand, and asked, "How's it going, have you seen the Duke?"

"I've seen it." Goldo said, looking around, "That Harris... what about others?"

"I ran away when I heard that the Duke was visiting." Atricia sneered, "Aren't you waiting for the Duke of Wellington to deal with him?"

To be reasonable, with Roderick Harris' character of trying to save face when he was struggling, he heard that the Duke of Wellington was visiting, and he left without saying a word?

Goldo: "Is he afraid of Duke De Monte?"

"Recently, His Majesty the King is trying to find a way to reduce the church's taxation." Attricia said, "Some bishops have collected more than a fixed share of taxes on civilians in their own jurisdictions. The king intends to track down the whereabouts of these taxes. Duke Demont recently Just been appointed to manage this."

Goldo: "...Let me guess, is the bishop who overtaxes Harris' uncle?"

"Yes. That's him, Hester Rupert," said Atrichia, raising his glass. "Won't you have something to drink?"

Goldo was kind, picked up a glass of plum juice from the table beside him, and clinked glasses with Atricia.

Among Attricia's enemies was the cardinal, Hester Rupert.Now that this enemy is in bad luck, Atricia is naturally happy to clink glasses with Gordo to celebrate.

"So the Duke took this task?" Goldo asked.

"Yeah." Attricia nodded, "Because Lubo is also the vice president of the Cardinal Council, he doesn't often stay within his jurisdiction, and the excuse he made this time is that he has always been concerned about this matter." I don’t know, and he pulled his subordinates who stayed in the jurisdiction to deal with affairs to take the blame. Oh, the subordinate who took the blame is Lu Bo’s unlucky clerk, who has now been suspended and excommunicated from the church.”

Clerk... Isn't this the position Lu Bo vacated for his nephew?

That's a ridiculous way to kill two birds with one stone.Gordon couldn't help laughing in his heart.He really couldn't understand what kind of mood Roderick Harris was in, spreading the news that he was about to become Lubo's clerk everywhere.Isn't he afraid of becoming the next abandoned child?

"And the Duke of Wellington is indeed the Duke of Wellington." Atrium nodded, "During this time, he was grabbing and biting Hester Rube's henchmen frantically, catching one by one, Harris because He is related to Rupert, so he was frightened when he heard the name of the Duke of Wellington... You left early just now, and you didn't see his flustered expression before leaving... He thought the Duke of Wellington was here to trouble him. As expected of Harris, today is also stupidly so fresh and refined."

But Goldo said in his heart, as expected of a teacher, he was so vicious today.

"The Duke is working very hard this time." Gordon said softly.

"Of course. The king only said that he would find out the excess tax money, but he didn't say that he would return the money to the people. This money...will probably end up in the pocket of the Duke of Wellington and go to the royal family to ban it. Let's increase the military expenditure of the Guard Corps," said Attricia.

Gordon twitched the corner of his mouth: "So, the Duke came this time for..."

"Come here to borrow troops, but also to send money." Atrice Horne said, "The Duke of Wellington is not only trying to recover the tax this time, he also wants to enter Hester Rupert in a fair manner. Looting in the church treasury set up in the jurisdiction. Anyway, everyone only knows that Rubo overtaxes, so the excess should be confiscated... Most of the royal guards cannot do without the imperial capital, so he came to borrow from your father Manpower. Well, Rubo's jurisdiction is not far from here."

Goldo: "..."

Gordon suddenly had an ominous premonition: "How do you know so clearly?"

The wine glass in Atrixia's hand has already bottomed out, so it can be seen that he is really in a good mood at the moment: "Part of it is based on what I heard. The other part... How do you think the king knows that Rubo has overtaxed?"

Goldo: "...you didn't report it, did you?"

Atrium: "I just sent an anonymous bill to the king when I left the imperial capital."

Speaking of which, this is also the tradition of the temple.As long as you are a student of the seminary, you have the right to use a mailbox in the seminary, so that the opinions of the seminary can be directly conveyed to the king's ears... This mailbox is more symbolic than practical, but the letters in the mailbox will be sent by the king. The secretary came to check regularly.

Goldo: "...Why do you have a bill in your hand?!"

Atrium: "Of course I didn't. So the bill was forged, and the fact that Lubo violated the church regulations was also found out by the king himself. I just gave the king an opportunity to weaken the power of the bishop. If the king did not have this will , then don’t mention a fake bill, even if it’s one hundred and one thousand real bills, the king will not order a strict investigation.”

Goldo: "..."

Goldo Moran, at this moment, finally fully realized one thing.

——Don't offend Yatricia Horne easily.