"If I hand over the Royal Knights to you, can you solve the problem of the mob?"

"certainly!"

"Okay, then..."

"Oh no, Your Majesty!"

Guards from the Palace of Versailles rushed in.

"What's the matter? Don't panic!"

Louis XVIII's face sank. Not to mention, he really felt a bit majestic as a king.

The man looked around at the nobles.

"It doesn't matter. We are all pillars of the country. You can say anything."

Seeing the king speak, the military attache knelt down on one knee and said: "Viscount Morafo's house was infiltrated by thugs with sharp-mouthed masks. The second son of the Viscount, Fulco Morafo, fought with eight thugs until the last moment. In the end, they

Died together."

"What?!"

Viscount Morafo stood up suddenly and turned pale.

"Mr. Morafu, don't panic! Keep your aristocratic demeanor! As long as your eldest son is fine, don't worry, I will compensate you."

Louis XVIII comforted him with a few words, and then asked: "Is there anything else?"

"Your Majesty..." the guard hesitated for a while, then whispered, "Your palace in Burgundy was broken into by thugs, and your three favorite horses... were all killed and eaten by the thugs.

Meat......"

Louis XVIII's eyes widened angrily and he cursed: "Damn you idiot! How dare you kill my horse!"

Turning around, he was no longer as calm as before.

He grabbed the badge from the waiter's hand and stared at Louis XIX.

"Can I and all my dear friends trust you?"

Louis XIX stood upright, with his left hand behind his back, his right hand clenched on his left chest, and he said loudly: "My feelings for France are only two words, loyalty!"

"very good!"

Louis XVIII put the badge in his son's hand and encouraged: "I'll leave it to you to suppress the mob."

"yes!"

Louis XIX bowed his head respectfully.

Then...he raised his head, pulled out the flintlock gun from his waist and shot his father directly in the chest.

"You..." Louis XVIII's eyes widened and he slowly fell down, clutching his chest.
Chapter completed!