"Crash!"

The weather by the sea changes just like a woman's emotions.

In the early morning, the red rising sun in June also clearly indicates a bright sunny day.

During lunch, the sun was gradually blocked by dark clouds, and the humid and hot air in the sea became cooler, and it was accompanied by strong winds.

Experienced Haidu residents know that this is a sign of a typhoon.

Ryan, who has lived in Ordis since childhood, has long been used to typhoons that occur from time to time every summer.

Although the frequency is not high, there will be about 5-8 typhoons in May-October every year.

Ordis residents who work at sea can only pray silently to the goddess of sky, hoping that the scale of each typhoon will not exceed the scope of human beings.

It was already past 14:00 in the afternoon. With the heavy rain pouring down from the sky, the wind blowing on the beach was gradually increasing. The windows of the conference room were shaking by the strong wind, making sounds.

The solemn atmosphere in the main conference room also seemed to contrast with the gloomy weather outside the window.

After Ryan told part of the truth about the Black History Book, all the nobles were speechless.

The lucky mentality I had before was completely exposed, and the room showed a dead silence.

The tired Ryan rubbed his temples, leaned his body back on the chair, handed over the follow-up work to Miltiolo, and closed his eyes to rest.

"Everyone."

Miltio's melodious voice broke the tranquility of the room. "It's too early to despair. Although the situation is really bad, my brother and I did not give up hope."

The mature and persistent Hayneshou and Angelica, who had experienced the hardships of the civil war, came to their senses first, and not all the other nobles were pussy.

A few minutes later, these great nobles who played a pivotal role in the Ereponian Empire adjusted their emotions one after another.

Miltie showed her face and smiled again. "It seems that everyone has digested the important information just now, so let's continue the topic."

"Like everyone, my brother and I were once desperate when we first confirmed the authenticity of the Black History Book."

"I always dance under the control of an invisible hand of fate. This feeling is really not good, but..."

Miltilu pointed to the page in her hand, "Please note that the book of Black History does not accurately determine everyone's life. At best, it only makes predictions on major events."

The nobles who had previously been covered in their judgment calmed down again and carefully watched the fragments of the dark history books in their hands.

Eussy said with his chin thoughtfully, "At least, judging from the information I have learned, these are indeed major events that have happened in the past, but they did not mention in detail how these things happened."

Miltio nodded slightly, "Mr. Usess is right. Although there are some more detailed records in the other volumes of the Historical Book of Black, it is just a description of these major events and has nothing to do with the life of normal people."

Hayneshou put down the pages in his hand and asked, "Then, the intention of Duke Kane and Ballard to tell us the truth about the Dark History Book at this time is..."

Ryan seemed to be asleep, and the nearby nobles could hear the rhythmic breathing sounds he made.

Miltio looked at his brother with deep dark circles gently, and consciously lowered his voice and said, "We are just preparing for the worst possible situation in the future."

"The National Mobilization Law, according to my brother and I, the chance of the Prime Minister pursuing this bill after a certain incident is almost 100%.

Miltio narrowed his eyes dangerously, "In order not to let the prime minister drag our motherland and even the entire world into the abyss of destruction, we must add a few insurances for his crazy actions."

...

When Ryan woke up again, he found himself lying on the big bed in the bedroom.

A thin and cool quilt covered him, and the sky outside the window was still dark, and the strong wind blew on the glass windows with a "clang clang" sound.

“Um…”

Ryan rubbed his eyes and sat up from the bed. He could feel that he hadn't slept for too long, after all, his physical fatigue had not completely receded.

Press the prompt bell at the head of the bed, and a maid came in soon outside the door.

Ryan asked while yawning, “What time is it now?”

The pretty young maid with brown hair responded respectfully, "Master, it's 16:38 pm on June 19."

The title of master is not the bad taste of Ryan, and all domestic maids are called this.

Those who are qualified to serve Ryan on rest are trustworthy domestic maids.

It is convenient to call a maid in general, just call the Duke like outsiders.

However, the areas they can be responsible for are the outer halls, the public gardens and the lobby areas, and even the distinguished guests who live in the guest rooms are not their turn to take care of them.

After all, these maids hired from outside are first of all credit issues.

In the past, there were also incidents in the aristocratic circles where maids were hired to assassinate guests, so the necessary precautions must be taken.

"Have you slept for more than 2 hours..."

Ryan lifted the quilt and sat beside the bed. Soon a maid brought her clothes, took off her pajamas for him, and dressed her dress properly.

In the past, Ryan rarely asked the maids to help him put on a full set of clothes, but at this time his mind was still a little drowsy. In a daze, the maids had already changed their clothes.

"Dongdong~"

There was a knock outside the bedroom door, and Ryan then raised a little bit of energy, shook his head and said, "Come in."

Sitting in front of the dressing table, closing his eyes and letting the maids take care of his hair, Ryan judged the identity of the person from his breath and footsteps.

"Sheron, how is the afternoon meeting?"

Ryan could clearly feel the maid behind him stopping, and then a pair of warmer hands began to comb his hair.

"Miss Miltio has controlled the situation well and has basically convinced the great nobles present to support the scheduled plan."

Ryan opened his eyes, and the one who stood behind him in the mirror and fiddled with the comb had indeed been replaced by Shirron.

"How is the follow-up handling of the incident? The nobles have finished the meeting and left?"

“Hohu~”

A familiar laugh came from outside the door, "Brother, please don't worry, everything is in control."

Ryan sighed softly, "Miltilu, haven't you left with the Second Branch?"

"The second branch has not left yet. Brother, there is an important secret in the liaison you handed over to Dr. Schmidt. Principal Aurelia asked the branch students to stay in the exercise site for the time being waiting for your notice."

"Um?"
Chapter completed!