My Empire

My Empire Chapter 547

2020-11-03

Chapter 547 548 Sensitive Sense of Smell

Someone pulled the car door and moved away from the luxurious car, on the soft leather sofa Palak Stram got out of the car.

He was Emperor of the defunct Palak Empire and Duke of Palak of the present Alanhill Empire.

Like the other dukes of Alanhill, although they are called grand dukes on the surface, in fact this title is completely different from the grand dukes of "dukedom".

This is Alanhill's new title, duke, but doesn't actually have his own Fiefdom. Although hereditary is irrelevant, it can only be passed on to the eldest son's grandson in the family, and the rest of the relatives can only go to a certain way out by themselves.

The Archduke Higgs, the current Minister of Defense Casterner, the Archduke Harriet of Kasik who has gone to the vast sea for permanent residence, including the Archduke Palak in front of him, all belong to this category. The titular "honor".

According to the order of the Empire, the Archduke Palak Strum must report to the Imperial Capital, meet his emperor Your Majesty, and swear allegiance to the new emperor Your Majesty before heading to his new home. , and participated in rewarding him for his great achievements in dedicating the empire and accepting the land as a minister.

However, Grand Duke Palak, who had already given up the empire, handed over the army, and even dismissed more than half of his entourage, felt the Imperial Capital atmosphere before attending tonight's banquet. subtle changes.

No matter how stupid or incompetent, the former emperor of the Palac Empire, Your Majesty, still has a political vision and a keen "smell" to see words.

Just think about it and you can understand this: After the rise of Alanhill, you can hug Alanhill's thigh without distraction, in the southern region of the Bamyhir Empire and the Kasik Empire and the southern kingdom, And when the Jesno Empire opposed the Alanhill Empire, how could someone who remained unshakable be an incompetent idiot?

He just sees better than others.

When he knew that he had no chance to choose, he had already made the most correct choice. So, when the graves of the emperors of the Jasno and Bamyhir empires were green, the Mr. Stram also had the title of Grand Duke and could have dinner with the great Alanhill Emperor Your Majesty.

This time, his keen senses began to remind him that something was about to happen.

"Tom...Tom..." Standing beside the car, looking at the top of the Alanhill Imperial Palace in the distance, the huge eagle flag slowly raised with the morning sun every morning Descending, Stram beckoned his most trusted steward.

Steward, a mature and prudent, hunched slightly and got off the slightly inferior sedan. Hearing the call of his master, he hurried three steps and two steps to the front of Stram. , asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty...Master, what are your orders?"

He just changed his tune, and he was not used to calling his master by other names. However, he also knew that he had to be cautious at this time. After all, he was still in Imperial Capital, and his every move, every word and deed was still under the surveillance of that terrifying "special mission department" that appeared and disappeared unpredictably.

When he heard the words "Your Majesty", Strum's face turned pale with fright, but when he heard steward changed his words in time, he calmed down somewhat, scolded: "Be careful next time! "

After steward's nod, he continued to talk about what he wanted to say: "Go and ask, what happened..." Slightly bowed his body, took two steps back and turned to leave. He trotted across the road, found a passing pedestrian to stop him, and shoved a 10gold coin banknote into his hand: "Sir, I want to ask you something..."

Not long after, steward returned to Duke Strum, who was still standing at the door waiting for news, and whispered, "It was news a few hours ago that the Holy War of Lonsa Delevah of Grecon is dead. "..."

"What does this have to do with Alanhill?" Stram glanced at the impatient officer of the Special Task Force of the Guards waiting not far away, and lowered his voice again. Even lower: "What the hell is going on?"

The officers who pretended to be there to protect the Archduke were actually placed beside Stram to monitor his every move. . Although normally the freedom of the archduke is not subject to any restrictions, if something extraordinary happens, these army soldiers even have the right to do it directly...

Steward lowered his voice a little, because It's easy to get into a lawsuit for talking about members of the Imperial Family without permission.

He coughed softly and said cautiously: "Longsa Delai Fasheng has a very good relationship with the imperial concubine Vivian... The imperial concubine grew up by his side, and the two love each other. The same father and daughter..."

"Hi..." Stram gasped, then looked at the tall and wide palace gate behind him.

The main entrance of Alanhill Imperial Palace, which used to be magnificent in the past, now looks like a bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl, waiting for him to walk in, like a prey walking right into a trap .

Feeling that he was about to be swallowed up by a giant Great Desolate rare beast, Strumm shivered all over, and subconsciously supported Steward's arm with his hand.

Supporting his master, Steward also clearly felt that Your Majesty, the former emperor of the Palak Empire, began to tremble non-stop, and there was nothing to be calm about.

When he got out of the car, the man who was conferred Archduke Palak was still a bit high-spirited and vigorous, but now there is nothing but boundless fear.

I don't blame Stram for being timid, but no one dares to drink and have fun when the princess is sad, right? This is still a celebratory banquet, what to celebrate?

In case the princess thinks too much, in case the emperor Your Majesty has nowhere to vent his evil fire, he will hit the muzzle again.

It is still a trivial matter whether this grand duke does or not, and if his life is lost like this, isn't he a complete and utterly wronged ghost?

Thinking about this, Stram immediately turned around and said to the already impatient Guards officer over there: "General, General... Please let me know, I, I'm not feeling well. , this banquet should be cancelled..."

Because of his nervousness and fear, he even called the general to a small major. Before the officer came back to his senses, a stack of Alanhill gold coins was stuffed into his hand by Steward.

Just by looking at the thickness, you can see that this is a large sum of cash. Roughly, there are almost thousands of gold coins. The impatient face of the officer finally got better, and he sneered and said, "Wait here!"

After saying that, the officer turned around and walked to the side door of the Imperial Palace. After showing the documents, checking the identity, and handing over their weapons, they were allowed to enter.

Soon, Prime Minister Dez, who did not prepare any banquets at all, and did not even ask any questions, heard the news that Stram claimed that he was sick and asked to cancel the banquet.

He put down the pen in his hand, rubbed his fingers twice on the chin that had just had a beard, and said indistinctly: "This Stram is a talent. At least this is a matter of observation. The ability is really impressive."

After he finished speaking, he looked towards the officer who came to deliver the news, and said, "You can take the bribe given to you, it is considered an action subsidy. In addition... tell Stram that his attitude is known to the upper management of the empire, and reassure him that Alanhill will not do such a thing as abandoning one's benefactor after achieving one's goal."

Finished the command After that, he waved his hand, and the officer nodded slightly, and left Dez's office.

Stram, who was about to collapse at the door, finally saw the officer walking out after more than an hour.

When the other party stood in front of Stram again, the disdainful irritability on his face had turned into a pleasant smile.

Moreover, speaking again, the news brought by this officer, in Stram's ears, is no different from the sound of a fairy: "Your Excellency Prime Minister of the Empire reassures you, abandon one's benefactor after achieving one's Alanhill wouldn't do something like goal."

"many thanks! many thanks!" Strum hurriedly thanked him, as if the other party was the duke and he was a colonel.

In the grand palace, a group of waiters are clearing the plates that have just been prepared and the cut dishes.

"This duke is really miserable..." A chef put the fresh giant claws into the tank specially designed to keep it, and said with emotion: "It's just such a meal in one country. The meal was cancelled."

"Isn't it...I heard that everyone came and said it was canceled." Another chef poured the chopped fresh vegetable leaves into the In the second-class food bucket on the side, look the head said: "The best ingredients are cheap for us."

The fresh ingredients are prepared for the Imperial Family and the guests of the state banquet, so there is no excess. Those preparations under the table can only be eaten by the various staff working in the Imperial Palace. This is the rule, and it can't be messed up in the slightest.

“Your Majesty has given his eulogy, and still wants this meal? Unless he doesn’t want to live.” A maid hangs a kitchen knife back on the wall, coldly snorted said: “Count him Know the physiognomy, or you might chop him up tonight."

"Can you stop being so disgusting, this is the kitchen!" The older maid foreman wiped her hands on her apron , while looking at his colleague with contempt: "If you talk nonsense again, be careful I will tear your stinky mouth!"

Looking at the old foreman, who is eight feet tall and has an eight-foot waist, and then weighs it again. After taking a look at himself and the other party's ability to talk, plus the blessing of the foreman status and the other party's tendon, the tongue-cheeking maid swallowed a mouthful of saliva and resisted the urge to push back.

"Everyone, hurry up to work! In fifteen minutes, the Emperor Your Majesty's dinner will start... The taste is lighter, Your Majesty has a bad appetite! The main course is six-eye fish porridge, this is It's Princess Vivienne's favorite dish! Hurry up, hurry up! Move!" The chef in charge walked in with his hands crossed, and everyone suddenly became nervous, and there was a sound of pots and bowls colliding again in the kitchen.

(end of this chapter)