Duke of Grief

"Dear Sirs, are you really willing?"

Baron Marr Rojas lit a cigarette, sitting on a single sofa and spitting mist, the fire crackling in the fireplace exudes an unusual temperature, and it is also narrow for sitting 'Several nobles in the room brought a warm breath.

Even at night, the room does not appear dim, and the magnificent magic chandelier hanging above the head illuminates the entire room, and also illuminates the faces of everyone present.

Baron Rojas took a breath of smoke into his lungs and slowly spit it out, "You plan to let that go, let that... "females" arbitrarily manipulate your territory? Ladies, we are nobles, we Born to be noble, we were born to be much more noble than that group of mud species. Why should we be controlled by that'female' person? Even that lizard, even though it is a'private' child, is the eldest son of the old duke, but What about that'female'? It's just a humble seed running out of nowhere, dare to destroy the order we have built so hard..."

Baron Rojas half-opened his eyes and turned his head slightly, looking at the nobles sitting on the couch, "You, are you really reconciled? Not only the City of Wind, but also our territory has received the mud" The invasion of the legs, they are eroding us step by step-what a "reuse of intellectuals", but a group of mud "legs", there is not even an aristocrat on the ancestor, it is a group of waste-you are really Are you willing to be robbed of the power in your own hands?"

"Sir Rojas."

A nobleman lifted his left hand resting on the armrest, put the mouthpiece into the mouth, and took a hard breath. "What are you trying to say? Are you able to break away from the control of that bitch..."female"? If not, why would you say this? If you have anything, please say it straight here—"

The noble looked around, and ‘Lu’ gave a meaningful smile, “No outsiders.”

Marro Rojas saw ‘can’t wait’ and ‘stupid’ desire’ in the eyes of these nobles. He bit the cigarette holder, closed his eyes and leaned back, not knowing what he was thinking.

"...Our power is not strong!"

I don’t know how long the room has been quiet. Everyone is silent. I can see through the thicker smoke that there is a precious yoke that has become agitated. Although he has closed his eyes, he unnaturally shakes the small'legs' He has already exposed his uneasiness.

The anxiety of the nobleman made other people a little irritable. At this time, Baron Rojas said: "Our power is not strong, this is undeniable! Perhaps compared to the army of other lords, we The "hybrid" under him is pretty good, but compared to the group of "cheaters"... Well, if we really fight, we don’t think about winning, when we surrender, how to surrender, or why not We will be caught by the'hybrid' men and give it to the'female' person, but we should surrender to the'female' person in person!"

Even though Marro Rojas has the ‘method of breaking the game’, at this time, there is still ‘yin’ in his eyes.

He has tried his best to maintain his demeanor and elegance, and try to make him look less fierce, but when he talked about the group of ‘unfaithful dogs’, he couldn’t help biting his teeth.

Leading his salary, but not towards himself, but towards that bitch...that'female' person!

After hearing the words of Baron Rojas, the aristocrat who had shown anxiety and anger before he picked up the ashtray on the table and wiped out the cigarette in his hand.

But in the smoke, he smelled the smoke of cigarettes, and there was nothing on hand to relieve the irritability in his heart, so he couldn't help but took out the wooden cigarette box from his arms, lit one of them, and waited until After the smoke pours into the lungs, his face becomes soothing.

Not just Baron Rojas, who is not everyone here?

The self-breeding ‘dog’ is disobedient, eating his own meal, but always looking away from the ‘door’, it seems that the ‘female’ talent is the same as their ‘owner’!

Because the blood lineage in the body is impure, is it so disobedient?

Baron Rojas threw the cigarette **** in the ashtray, took out a new hand-rolled cigarette, placed it under his nose and sniffed it, then lit the cigarette again.

While'smoking' this cigarette, Baron Rojas couldn't help but wonder, what do they look like now?

A group of defeated dogs hiding in the corner and licking each other's wounds? Oh, that's so vivid...

Baron Rojas gritted his teeth, and his face was ugly. "We have no way to face the ‘female’ head. No one in the mourning wind can believe it except the one present here—"

He looked around and found that everyone was in silence. Baron Rojas was very clear that if he didn't say ‘heart’, this group of cunning old foxes would never show his attitude!

"But beyond the sorrowful winds, there are people who can help us!"

Baron Rojas finally said this, and then it seemed that he had opened a gate ‘door’, and his heart was completely relaxed.

His face gradually soothed, and Baron Rojas leaned on the sofa, tilted his legs, and sat safely in the smoke. At this moment, the other nobles seemed to have lost sight of his face.

"Are you saying... "Beyond the sorrowful wind"?" an aristocrat asked with a cigarette holder vaguely tentatively.

"Yes." Baron Rojas smiled and nodded. "Outside the sad wind collar! Outside the sad wind collar, there are people who can help us-after all, we are'nobles'!"

Just hearing the sacred word "noble", after the other nobles looked at each other, they smiled as if they were not expressing themselves.

But contrary to their performance, not only did they not relax, but they were already tense enough to be more tense!

In their view, no one will help others free of charge except for some'fools' whose brains have been burned by faith, even if they are'nobles', but that comes from the help of'outside the sad wind collar' ...Who knows what they will pay?

"You can rest assured..."

At this moment, Baron Rojas said: "It is not us who pay the price, but the ‘female’ and her ‘same party’! It is ‘they’ who pay the price, not us.”

The eyes of several nobles passed through the smoke and saw the grotesque expression on Baron Rojas's face, which made him nervous.

‘Can they still leave? ’

For a moment, the nobles suddenly had the idea of'exit' ~www.NovelMTL.com~ but at the next moment, they were pinned to death in their hearts.

They can't quit anymore, after they know the news...no! When they received the invitation from Mar Rojas and chose to come, they had no retreat!

They haven't retreated long ago-unlike those who know clearly but pretend to know nothing, and those who kneel at the feet of the'female' beg for food!

They are ‘nobles’, ‘noble people’, they don’t want to lose power in their hands, and they don’t want to be ‘dogs’ for that ‘female’ person, so they only gathered here at this time...

"Everyone, are you willing?"

Baron Rojas stood up from the sofa, finger-tapping everyone present, "Our territory is losing control, and our lords have changed their minds-they are losing their noble and respected lords. The false future portrayed by the'female' blinded the'blind'. If there were no lords, who would rule them? If there were no nobles, who would lead them? If there were no us, who would protect them?"

Marro Rojas smiled and chanted in an operatic tone: "They are all too stupid, and that'female' is too stupid. Without us, where do they have a future? Untouchables cannot lead untouchables. , Because they will fight for power, the'waves' will take effort; the untouchables should kneel when they see the nobility, because we protect them, come on, everyone, the nobility and the nobility, the dance of the gods and the gods begins, please take the invitation in hand , Let us be the most dazzling star in the ball!"

"Everyone--"

Baron Rojas took a deep breath and faced the intoxicated ‘color’ of ‘lu’, “Long noble ‘female’, long live!”

"...Noble'female'," the other nobles clenched their teeth, "Long live!"