Russell hunched his body, walked through the narrow corridor, and came to a room.
There was only an oil lamp burning in the room, making it look a bit dark and gloomy.
A tall and burly figure saw him coming in. He hurriedly greeted him and bowed respectfully. Then he stood aside without saying a word.
Russell sat down on a chair next to him. He took a long breath, then rubbed his wrinkled cheeks, and remained silent.
Although the dance tonight was not long, it was extremely difficult for a powerful person like him. All this time, except for His Majesty in Ruman City, he had never been polite to anyone.
But now he has to bow his head to a young girl and has to keep her smiling face all the time. Just thinking about it is already enough to make me angry.
The man waited for a long time, and finally became impatient. He walked up to him with a flattering smile and asked in a low voice: "Sir? What about that matter?"
A cold light flashed across Russell's eyes.
The man was immediately frightened and couldn't say the rest of his words.
Russell looked at the man and cursed in his heart: You are a loser. If you weren't such a loser and didn't catch anyone, why would I have to suffer such cowardice~! And you also hooked up with...
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel sad. Although the adulterer who died with the emperor's mistress was just one of his nephews, he had always regarded him as his own.
Although the emperor had always favored and trusted him, when this incident came out, although the supreme emperor did not say anything on the surface, privately he secretly resented himself for being a cuckold.
Now the incompetent Majesty just wants to avoid being snatched away by Archduke Julius, so he has to rely on his intelligence and experience. But every time he looks at him, his eyes are somewhat unkind.
Otherwise, he would not rush to conduct this negotiation. Only by successfully completing this negotiation and making a great contribution can he maintain his precarious position.
Thinking of this, Russell couldn't help but feel angry again, and glared at the man opposite him fiercely.
A breeze blew through the gap in the window, and the bean-like oil lamp swayed a few times, shining right on the pale face of the man opposite. It was Nord, the deputy leader of the Knights of the Holy See.
There was silence in the room for another moment,
Russell looked at the slightly anxious deputy leader of the Knights, and couldn't help but think about it in his mind. Although he was very incompetent, he was still working for himself after all. What's more, a deputy leader of the Knights
How difficult it is to climb up from the bottom step by step, but now because of that incident, you are being held hostage to the end.
If you don't see that he still has some use value, and there is really no one to send, then he will be sent to the academy. Otherwise, he would have been kicked to a certain island to eat potatoes. Or even killed with a knife.
It's not impossible either.
Finally, he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and said slowly: "Tell me, tell me your plan."
Nord was immediately overjoyed.
He took a step forward, lowered his head and whispered in Russell's ear: "Sir, it's like this. Although we can't do anything to that family, the Earl of Lorraine is different..."
Russell suddenly opened his eyes and said: "Earl of Lorraine? Earl of Lorraine of the Longyacao family?"
A stern look flashed in his eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "I think you have a trick in your mind. If you kill him casually, you can indeed deter a group of wavering elements. But have you ever thought about killing a nobleman casually?
, an aristocracy with a long history and intricate connections, this will make us the enemy of the entire aristocracy."
Nord smiled coldly and said: "Sir, please listen to me. That is just a declining nobleman. And I don't mean to assassinate him casually. It's just..."
He paused for a moment, then raised his head and looked out the window, gritted his teeth, and said in a cold voice: "In just a few months, there will be a duel. So I want to ask my lord what you mean?"
Russell was stunned and said: "Duel? With whom?"
Nord lowered his head, not daring to look into his gleaming eyes, and whispered: "His Royal Highness Prince Joey of Portores and his duel."
Russell's heart sank, his eyes fixed on Nord, and he hesitated. He finally knew in his heart the purpose of that guy's coming here this time. The duel was not the problem. The question was what kind of duel, and the duel.
What impact will there be later?
Don't look at the normal behavior of those nobles who talk about dueling at every turn, as if they don't care about life and death, but only care about reputation and glory.
But in fact, most of the time, they are just a group of dogs who can only bark but cannot bite. They rarely engage in such elegant outdoor activities that are beneficial to social development - because no matter who dies, it is not for the common people.
It's all a good thing.
After all, this kind of sport will kill people. Under normal circumstances, the mortality rate of this kind of sport is at least 50%. In a good situation, two people can die at once, so that the people can have a good time.
While Russell was thinking, he put his hands on the armrests of the chair and tapped them.
His mind was spinning rapidly. If Lorraine really died, what kind of impact would it have? Would it affect Catherine? Would it affect the formulation of policies? Would it affect his own interests? But in the end
All of this was fixed on the image of his nephew who died tragically.
He suddenly stopped tapping his fingers and said softly in a strange and deep voice: "You guarantee that he will die?"
Nord chuckled evilly.
Russell sighed softly and said, "Tell me. What do you need?"
Seeing that he had seen through his intentions, Nord couldn't help but blush on his face. As if to explain, he whispered: "Sir, you also know that boy Joey has never been doing his job properly. Although he has beautiful swordsmanship, he is just beautiful.
And I see that Lorraine has made extraordinary progress in martial arts these days. Without the help of the Vatican's spells and potions that strengthen his physique and stimulate his fighting spirit, it would be difficult for him to win..."
Russell raised his hand coldly and interrupted him.
He pursed his lips tightly and said bitterly: "I don't care what method you use, but there is only one condition, and that is, that duel will be a duel that will definitely lead to accidents~!"
Nord was shocked when he saw his eyes glowing green like evil wolves under the light. Then he bowed to the ground and replied in a low voice: "As you wish. Sir, I will definitely let you
As expected."
The Lorraine returned to his villa in a carriage.
Along the way, although Catherine secretly recited "I want to be gentle" eight hundred times in her heart, her face was still so cold that she could almost hang a curtain.
Lorraine looked at it and had no intention of asking for trouble. She wisely returned to her room early to rest.
Just as he was about to take off his clothes and go to bed, he heard a gentle knock on the glass outside the window.
Lorraine turned her head and looked out the window, and saw a white figure hanging outside the window, like a ghost. She couldn't help but be shocked, knowing that this was the second floor.
He immediately drew out his musket and shouted in a low voice: "Who is there?"
The ghost whispered: "Don't scream, don't scream. It's me."
Lorraine couldn't help being startled when she heard the voice that sounded like a silver bell, and asked in a low voice: "Adele?"
The man said angrily: "Nonsense, otherwise who do you think it would be?"
Lorraine then hurried over and opened the window.
Adele is indeed a dancer.
I saw her grabbing the window with both hands, swinging her slender waist, turning over, and got in through the window as flexibly as a cat.
Lorraine looked at her wearing a white morning jacket, which was slightly transparent, revealing her perfectly curved figure. Through the gap in the hem, she could see her pair of slender legs as smooth as jade, reflecting dreamily under the light.
He couldn't help but stare straight at the luster, and felt his mouth go dry for a while.
Adele blinked her beautiful eyes, and suddenly realized that what she was wearing was a bit ambiguous, and her pretty face suddenly became as if it were stained with rouge, so red that it almost bled. But she forced herself to raise her hand and
Lorraine knocked on the head and whispered: "You...what are you thinking? I'm just worried about you...your injury, come here and take a look..."
The voice became more and more delicate, and after speaking, she even felt a little embarrassed. Even she herself didn't know what she was so worried about just now.
She lowered her long eyelashes in panic, narrowed her smart eyes, and only dared to look at Lorraine secretly through the gaps between her eyelashes. Her heart was beating fast, as if she had dozens of
Like a little rabbit.
Lorraine looked at her charming and helpless look, and couldn't help but feel moved. Although he was not a gray wolf, it would be a shame to the conscience of heaven and earth if he didn't eat the little white sheep that was delivered to his door. He immediately walked away.
past.
Adele suddenly panicked and couldn't help but retreat with tiny steps on her slender feet. She said in a trembling voice: "You...you...don't come over..."
At this time, I felt something tripped behind my legs, and I couldn't help but let out a low exclamation. Then I leaned forward and sat on the soft sofa.
Seeing Lorraine still walking towards her without stopping, she felt panicked in her heart. She reached out and grabbed the pillow to block her body, and whispered: "I...I just want to see your injury."
, it’s true…really…”
As she spoke, her eyes couldn't help but feel sore, and two drops of crystal tears came out of her eyes and flowed down her delicate face.
Lorraine couldn't help being stunned when she saw it, and the fire in her heart was extinguished all of a sudden. She couldn't help but sigh. Although she wanted to be a bad guy, in the final analysis, she was just a sheep in wolf's clothing. Seeing
Once a girl cries, there is nothing she can do.
He walked over gently, reached out gently, wiped away the tears on her face, and said: "Okay. Don't cry, I understand. You just want to come and see my injury. But you can't do this."
Blame it on me. It’s not my fault that you came to see my injury at this time and dressed like this, causing misunderstanding."