"Duke?" Arod saw Duke Ebul who appeared in front of him and quickly bowed to him. He saw Duke Ebul's face with a sad look, but the gorgeous clothes on his body were contrary to his expression. Following Duke Ebul were several important court officials, who all followed behind Duke Ebul with serious and cautious expressions...

"My father, my father, he has passed away." Duke Eble walked to Arod, suddenly hugged Arod's shoulder, and said in a crying tone. This news shocked Arod on the spot, but it was not easy to think of which old duke who had already been dying could last until now.

"Please mourn my Duke." Aroud looked at the crying Duke Ebul speechlessly, and could only comfort him like this.

"Now Lord Eble is the veritable Duke Mason, Lord Palace Prime Minister, we should immediately open the city gate and start to arrange a church venue for the inheritance ceremony for the Duke." Duncan Alphrede, the court minister who followed Duke Eblet, said to Arod.

"Open the city gate? But we have not yet figured out the real cause of the death of Baron Valk and his son." Arod looked at Duncan Yalfreid in surprise, and then turned his eyes on Duke Ebul's face. He saw that Duncan Yalfreid seemed to agree with Duncan Yalfreid's words, but because Arod just kept silent.

"Didn't we catch the assassin?" Court minister Duncan Alphrede had soft brown hair, two neatly tidy pieces of beard under his lips, and his clothes were clean and tidy. Although he was just a general in charge of court clothes, he was deeply loved by the Duke of Eble.

"But this assassin still has too many doubts." Arod was a little displeased with Duncan Alphrede's aggressive inquiry, his tone involuntarily raised, and a stern voice echoed in the room. The other courtiers were nervously looking at Arod and Duke Ebul.

"Duncan, you are too much. Asking the assassin is the duty of Lord Gong Prime Minister, you should not interfere too much like this." Duke Eblet quickly scolded Duncan Alphrede, which actually contained the smell of back protection.

"Sorry, Lord Gong, I am definitely not intentionally offending. It's just that the old Duke is summoned by the Lord. For the stability and prosperity of the Principality of Mason, we must let Duke Eble complete the ceremony as soon as possible, and take advantage of the favorable opportunity for the vassals to gather in the castle, so that the vassals can re-establish the contract of allegiance in the ceremony." Duncan Alphrede just lowered his head slightly. He did not fear Arod's authority because of this. He continued to say in his own ups and downs.

"But we have not confirmed whether that entourage did it, and was he just convicted in a hasty way of conviction?" Arod frowned and couldn't help but hold the golden cross hanging from his neck with his right hand. He had to admit that Duncan Alphreid's words were correct. If Duke Ebul could not reaffirm the vassals' contract of allegiance in the ceremony, then those vassals would have no feudal obligations to Duke Ebul, and would not even be criticized for returning to their territory to establish an independent Count. When the older generation of monarchs passed away, it was not uncommon for the demise of the vassals to have the failure to confirm the contract of allegiance with the new monarch.

"Mr. Palace Prime Minister, you are the chief magistrate of the Principality of Mason. You have the highest authority in the entire Principality except the Duke. Is it necessary to take a small follower to heart in the case of a silence? Is it necessary to take a small follower to heart in the interests of the Duke and the Principality? Because that follower is yours, you attach more importance to the life of a follower than the interests of the Duke and the Principality." Duncan Alphreid said to Arod without hesitation, and could not help but sigh at this person who had achieved all kinds of great military achievements but had shown too mercilessness in politics. He had long been paying attention to this young Palace Prime Minister, the Earl of Mecklenburg, the Conqueror, Arod Wendel.

"I~~." I don't know why he was preached by this court minister who was in charge of the clothes. Arod actually irritated his anger and irritated his anger. However, the anger remained in his chest but could not be vented. Arod understood that the other party's words were reasonable. The real politician would definitely choose to convict the suspicious follower without hesitation. No matter whether he was a real assassin, whether he really assassinated Baron Valk and his son, because all the nobles hoped that this matter would be understood, so for the benefit and stability of the principality, the follower must die.

However, Arude's hands were rubbed, and he turned around and did not dare to see his weakness. He breathed and gasped, killing countless enemies on the battlefield. Arude, who had passed by the sea of ​​corpses and blood, felt unprecedented pressure coming to his heart. He killed the enemy on the battlefield because the other party wanted to kill the person he and he cared about, but now he was asked to sentence an innocent child to death. Conscience and power made him dizzy and want to vomit like a war between heaven and man.

"Arud, are you okay? Call the imperial physician, hurry up." Duke Eble asked worriedly. Arud's face was scary at this time. He thought that this important minister he relied on was sick, so he quickly ordered his servants to invite a doctor. Of course, he could not force Arud to make any decision at this time. The people around him panicked and carried Arud onto the wooden bed, and the rest quickly went to find the doctor.

Duncan Alphreid walked in the corridor, his footsteps echoing around the sounds made on the ground. Just as he was about to return to his room, he saw a man standing at a window at the end of the corridor, a man with a high back bulge. Duncan Alphreid smiled at the corner of his mouth, and he still walked to the ugly man with elegant steps.

"Sir Dylan Matt, what? Are you waiting for me?" Duncan Alphreid stood at the window, and the breeze blew in from outside the tower, with a hint of coolness and dampness. It was a rainy season. Looking at the endless forests, pastoral and rolling hills outside the castle, the scenery was quite wonderful.

"Mr. Duncan." Dylan Matt bowed as usual. When he bent down, his nose almost touched the ground. His image was quite funny. The court officials in the castle said that the old man was a shrewd nobleman. He found such a jester and could save the salary of finding a clown in the court to enjoy the fun of the court. However, Duncan Alphrede never underestimated this hunchback.

"Tell me, you won't come to me if you don't have anything to do. Is it about Lord Gong Xiang?"

"Well, I'm worthy of being Lord Duncan, I guessed what I want. I don't understand one thing, so I hope Lord Duncan, you can relieve my doubts." Dylan Matt raised his head and stared at Duncan Alverde with bright eyes, with an intriguing smile on his lips.

"Yeah." Duncan Alphreid turned around, leaned on the window steps, looked at the hunchbacked courtier in front of him, staring at him patiently.

"Why should I force the Prime Minister to kill that innocent entourage? Anyone can see that the poor child could not be an assassin at all. What is the point?" Dylan Matt asked in a low voice. Whispering always had a place in the palace. This is how many rumors and intelligence spread.

"Just like you, Dylan Matt, I also want to bet on this young palace star. If I was not wrong, if he could withstand the test, he would definitely grow into a great ruler." Duncan Alphrede said in a playful voice with his hands, with a mysterious smile on his lips, as if he was in control.

"Test, what test?" Dylan Matt looked at Duncan Alphrede in front of him in surprise, but the other party did not answer him, so Dylan Matt continued to say almost in a pleading voice, "Arod is a good man, a real good ruler, please do not torture him."

"Good man, I'm sure you're right, but a good ruler may not be. Although his various thriving rule in Mecklenburg County really surprised me, a good ruler must have a cold side, the ability to eliminate all political enemies and control everything. In this regard, Arod is still a little immature. His father from the lower class cannot teach him, so someone needs to teach him." At this time, Duncan Alphrede's expression changed, and he became cold and ruthless, completely different from the polite aristocratic temperament just now.

"Why choose him, the master of the black-robed assassin? Why not choose Duke Eble, choose a real Hermann family." Although Dylan Matt was afraid of the terrible temperament of the other party, he still spoke out the last confusion in his heart and told Duncan Alphreid's terrible true secret identity. Do people think that the Hermann family has only a brilliant side? No, just like all rulers, this ancient aristocratic family has a darker side.
Chapter completed!