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"We are the messengers of the Praetorian Guard. In the name of the king, we order you to stop."
A clear and loud shout came from behind the crowd.
You can tell from the voice alone that the other party is a professional messenger, with a loud and high-pitched voice and clear enunciation.
Just this voice requires at least five or six years of practice.
At this time, the people were excited and shouting. They were about to rush forward and maim De Rossi and the Marquis of Gall. When they suddenly heard the name of the "Prietorian Guards" behind them, they were all startled.
Although they are extremely angry, they have no intention of carrying out rebellion, which is a very healthy activity. After all, everyone does not have any big weapons in their hands, and they are not fully prepared. Moreover, there is no support from old gangsters such as the United States.
Opposite them was an army armed to the teeth.
Although robbing things, money, and women may seem fun, but compared with your own head, it is far less valuable.
Therefore, they all stopped their hands extremely smartly and turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound, planning to make a move.
If there aren't too many guards, or they don't look too strong, we have to find a way to stew them all in one go.
Of course, if the guards are powerful, then I just have to endure it for the time being.
Behind the crowd, I saw a group of knights standing coldly and looking mighty.
They wore beautiful Guards armor. The armor was polished to a high shine and had exquisite and complicated patterns printed on it.
The knights wore towering red helmets on their heads, sat on their horses with their backs straightened, and had long swords inlaid with gold and silver on their waists. They were all majestic and dignified.
As royal guards, these knights are all carefully selected from noble families. Although their combat effectiveness is not necessarily too high, their image is definitely good.
All of them are handsome and handsome. They are in line with the positive characters in the novel that people love to see.
The leading knight also held a large flag in his hand, with a blue flag hanging on it fluttering in the wind.
It’s the flag of the Kingdom of Leiria~!
Seeing that everyone was quiet, an officer with the most exquisite armor came out.
He had a serious look on his face. He glanced at Mr. de Rossi and the Marquis of Gore, who were surrounded by the people. A trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and then he said loudly: "According to the order of His Majesty the King, summon the Duke of de Rossi and the Duke of Gore.
Mr. Luo Xi, go to Ryder City for an audience."
De Rossi frowned, narrowed his eyes, looked across the crowd, and stared at the Guards.
The soldiers of the Imperial Guard looked at De Rossi without any sign of weakness. They had no intention of being submissive to Mr. De Rossi at all.
The Praetorian Guards came on behalf of the king. They always set their sights on others and were not very interested in local nobles.
Moreover, the reputation of De Rossi and his son in Leiria is not good, not to mention that for this mission, there is a big shot standing behind them who cannot deal with De Rossi.
Seeing the expressions of the Imperial Guards, De Rossi's heart tightened and he secretly thought something was wrong.
The Marquis of Gore pulled Mr. Rossi's sleeve and whispered: "Brother, the person who came here is evil. What should I do?"
Mr. De Rossi's eyes flashed with light. He couldn't think of any solution for the moment.
At this time, a weird smile appeared on the corner of the guard officer's mouth, looking at the dense crowd of people on the street, he murmured: "It seems that we are here by accident~!"
I sighed in my heart: If I had come a little later, I would have seen Mr. De Rossi beaten into a pig's head.
This joke is enough for him to show off in front of the ladies in Ryder City for a month and earn a few winks.
What a shame.
But now that I'm here, I can't watch him get beaten again.
The Guards officer smacked his tongue regretfully, then leaned on his horse and said in a calm voice: "I have official duties. I will not dismount if I forgive you.
Your Majesty the King has invited you to leave immediately."
The tone of his words was a bit sinister, but he was still polite and polite. There was no fault at all.
Seeing their gloating eyes, De Rossi was so angry that he cursed in his heart, but in the end he could only hold back his anger and snorted coldly. "General, you have also seen it. I can't leave in front of you," he said.
open."
Someone in the crowd immediately shouted angrily, saying: "We can't let him go. He owes us millions, which are all our hard-earned money. We can't let him go."
"If he runs away, who can we ask for money from?"
"That's right, if we don't have money, we all have to hang ourselves. It's easy as you say."
"We can't let him go."
"We can't let him go~!"
"No, we don't agree... Everyone burst out at once, and they all targeted the guards who were preparing to take away De Rossi. Some people even secretly picked up the bricks they had just dropped from the ground.
Stones, intending to give these handsome young men a try.
Mr. De Rossi was originally very angry with these dead people, but at this moment he suddenly found that these debt collectors were quite cute.
He shrugged elegantly at the Guards officers, then spread his hands and said, "It's not that I don't want to go, it's that they don't let me go."
He clearly knew that since the imperial guards came, he would definitely be in big trouble~!
It must have been revealed that he secretly misappropriated taxes in order to speculate in stocks.
Here, these creditors just want money.
When they arrived in Ryder City, the king asked Duke de Rossi about the two million in taxes he had misappropriated. The punishment would not be light. House arrest or even deprivation of the title were possible.
The old king might care about his brotherhood with Duke De Rossi and show mercy.
However, Crown Prince Matthias has always disliked Prince de Rossi and his father, especially because Duke De Rossi once coveted the right to inherit the throne.
If everything else is fine, but if it involves the royal power, then everyone will have to live and die.
When the time comes, he will definitely add insult to injury and trap them in many ways.
Ryder City is like a Hongmen Banquet. It’s best not to go if you can.
The officer sneered, his eyes instantly became cold and stern, and he looked down at Mr. De Rossi with a confident look.
Mr. De Rossi secretly screamed something bad: obviously he was prepared.
The officer of the Guards had a loud voice and said to the crowd gathered around him: "Fellows, folks, please listen to me."
The noisy crowd immediately fell silent, staring at the guards with round eyes to see what they could say.
The officer said loudly: "Folks, Your Majesty already knows all your demands. Before I come, Your Majesty asked me to bring you a message.
Your Majesty guarantees that you will get back the money De Rossi owes you, whether it is demolishing houses or selling land. Your Majesty will not let his people suffer ~!"
Everyone looked at each other in silence for a moment.
"Long live your Majesty~!" Suddenly someone shouted excitedly.
The crowd swept away the gloom in their hearts, jumped up with joy, and shouted loudly at the same time: "Long live His Majesty the King~!"
"Long live~!"
King Inholt of Leiria was well-loved in the country and had a good reputation. He was recognized as a responsible and benevolent monarch. Since the king had spoken and would help them get their money back, these people had peace of mind.
At least it's more useful than trapping the penniless De Rossi here.
Who knows if that old man, the Duke of De Rossi, will feel sorry for his son and offer money to redeem him? There is a high possibility that he will leave the Duke of De Rossi alone.
Since they couldn't get the money anyway, they didn't dare do anything to Mr. De Rossi, who was a big noble.
But King Imholt took over the matter, and the nature suddenly changed.
De Rossi was shocked and thought to himself: I'm going to suffer~!
The officer of the Guards looked directly at De Rossi on horseback and said: "Please, Master De Rossi. We still need to find Duke De Rossi."
De Rossi and Gower looked at each other, unable to think of any solution. They could only angrily insert the sword back into the scabbard, slap the hilt hard, walk straight towards the crowd, and yell: "Get out of the way."
People looked at each other, and then with extremely reluctant expressions, they automatically divided into two halves, leaving a narrow passage in the middle.
De Rossi snorted, held his head high and walked proudly through the crowd. He didn't care about the hateful looks cast by the people on both sides.
The Guards officer also sighed inwardly, but De Rossi was also very courageous. He was indeed a lawless, arrogant and domineering figure.
Just when De Rossi and Gower were about to walk out of the crowd, someone secretly stretched their feet below.
De Rossi happened to stumble upon him, his steps were confused, and he fell forward in panic.
The Marquis of Gore, with his sharp eyesight and quick hands, immediately grabbed De Rossi by the collar, and Master De Rossi did not make a fool of himself.
The crowd immediately burst into laughter, and even the Imperial Guards couldn't help but smile, watching the jokes of this once powerful man.
The Guards knew in their hearts that the unscrupulous era of De Rossi and his son was coming to an end soon, and they were just waiting to spend the rest of their lives in a small courtyard in Ryder City.
Mr. De Rossi turned his head angrily and glared at the crowd behind him, trying to find out who was blind and dared to plot against him.
The crowd behind them all raised their heads to look at the sky at a 45-degree angle, whistling in their mouths, with their hands behind their backs, each one looking more innocent than the other.
"Please." The Guards officer pointed.
De Rossi and Gower jumped onto their horses and pulled the reins to turn the dock.
The officer blew a whistle, and the guards behind him immediately dispersed, surrounding Mr. De Rossi in the middle.
"What do you mean?" Mr. De Rossi pointed angrily at the officer and shouted.
The officer shrugged and said: "Your Majesty, I heard that the young master's personal safety has been threatened. We have no other intention in making this arrangement. It is just to protect the young master's safety."
He saw that De Rossi seemed to have something to say, but he ignored him and continued with a straight face: "By the way, we still need to find the Duke. It's not safe to keep hiding.
This matter must come to an end. He can't hide it forever, can he?"
De Rossi's eyes flashed coldly, and he said in a deep voice: "What do you mean?"
The officer smiled and said: "It's very simple. If you know the whereabouts of the Duke, it would be best to help us find it."
De Rossi was furious and pointed his finger like a halberd at the officer.
The officer didn't care at all, but pressed his sword with his hand, with a half-smile on his face.
The light in De Rossi's eyes changed several times, and finally he snorted and said in a cold voice: "You'd better not regret it~!"
After saying that, he grabbed the horse's belly and galloped towards the outside of the city.
De Rossi led the city guards all the way and took two hours to arrive at a farm dozens of miles away from the city.
It looks unremarkable from the outside, just like any ordinary farm.
In the center is the landlord's two-entry house, surrounded by simple farmer's huts scattered in a haphazard manner.
The Duke of De Rossi is hiding here in an inconspicuous way.
Mr. De Rossi went straight to the big house in the village, dismounted from his saddle, and walked inside without looking back, saying, "You guys wait here."
There was a sound of dismounting horses and armor clashing behind them.
The Imperial Guards chased after you from behind. The officer put his hat brim in his hand and said businesslikely: "Our duty is to 'protect' you, the young master."
De Rossi gritted his teeth and stamped his feet angrily, saying: "Follow me if you want."
There were more than a dozen armed guards hiding in the courtyard. They had long heard the movement outside the door, and they didn't take it seriously when they saw Mr. De Rossi was there.
The Royal Guards surrounded Mr. De Rossi and rushed in. Without waiting for the officer's orders, the soldiers swarmed forward and immediately disarmed the guards in the courtyard. While they were still in a daze, they drove them aside.
De Rossi and the officer came to the door and heard the charming laughter of a woman coming from inside through the door.
"Do you want to follow me in?" De Rossi glanced sideways at the officer.
"Uh..." The officer was stunned for a moment. Obviously Duke De Rossi would be very busy at the moment, so he just made a helpless gesture of invitation and stayed outside the door.
Anyway, my men have surrounded this place, and they are not afraid of the old guy escaping.
Mr. De Rossi pushed open the door and stepped in. Then he closed the door heavily.
At this moment, the officer saw an old man with a bushy beard in the room, and a young woman with scantily clad clothes, high sideburns and big breasts sitting on his lap.
The old man was five points similar to De Rossi, and he was none other than Duke De Rossi.
Mr. De Rossi walked into the room with a gloomy face. The Duke looked at his son in surprise and said, "Why are you back?"
Mr. De Rossi waved his hand to the woman impatiently and said, "Get out and don't let anyone in."
The young woman jumped up in fright and ran out in panic.
The Duke said dissatisfied: "What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong?" De Rossi rolled his eyes at his father and said, "The knife is on the neck, and death is imminent."
The Duke jumped up in fright and said in panic: "How could it be?"
De Rossi fell down on the chair and said: "The man sent by the king to arrest us is right outside the door. What do you think he will do to us?"
The Duke threw his hands away in panic, walked around in circles, and said in a panic: "Did Brother send someone here?
What can I do?"
De Rossi was furious when he saw his father in a panic. He shouted: "Calm down~!"
The Duke stopped and looked at his son stupidly.
De Rossi took a deep breath and said slowly: "We won't end well if we go. For now, we can only take a risk. Let's start in advance~!"
"But," the Duke said hesitantly, "Isn't it very early?"
De Rossi followed the temptation and said: "If you don't do it, you will die. If you do it, you may live. As long as you succeed, father, you will be the king."
"King..." the Duke murmured, with a greedy light in his eyes.
De Rossi affirmed: "King~!
As long as father becomes the king of Leiria, naturally no one will dare to ask us for debt. Everything in this country belongs to you, father."
The Duke hesitated and said: "Can you guarantee success?"
De Rossi nodded vigorously and said: "It will definitely be successful. You have forgotten that we have a few mages with unfathomable strength. They alone are enough."
The Duke was still a little hesitant.
De Rossi angrily dragged the Duke to the window, pointed at the Guards outside the window, and said: "See for yourself, they are here to arrest you and me. How do you think uncle will treat us? What will Matthias do?"
How to treat us."
The Duke's expression changed, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's done~! Go and invite them over and come with us."
De Rossi showed a victorious smile and said with satisfaction: "I have already gone to invite people."
The Guards officer had been waiting outside the door for a long time and had been running for most of the day. He was now hungry and his face was getting uglier. He cursed secretly: He was so arrogant when he was about to fall.
If he hadn't heard the constant voices coming from Wenwei, he would have lost his patience and rushed in to arrest the person and drag him away.
Just as he was impatiently pacing back and forth outside the door, the door opened with a roar, and Mr. De Rossi said: "My father agrees to go with you, but he has to prepare for a day."
The officer curled his lips helplessly and said, "Okay."
The king's order was to invite De Rossi and his son, not to arrest De Rossi. He did not dare to be too presumptuous. After all, he was the king's biological brother.
It was getting late today and it was not suitable to rush on the road, so the officer immediately ordered us to set up camp here.
That night, the Duke's huge service team also visited the small village.
Seeing the dozens of carriages in front and behind, the team of hundreds of servants, and the various utensils they carried, it was an eye-opener for the Guards soldiers.
I had long heard that Duke De Rossi was extravagant and licentious, and was the best in the Kingdom of Leiria. When I saw him today, he certainly lived up to his reputation.
There is a whole class of people just carrying toilets.
The next day, a mighty team set off from the small village and set foot on the mainland heading to Ryder, the capital of Leiria.
The residents of the small village and the people nearby who got the news all came up to watch.
Everyone looked at Duke de Rossi's six-wheeled luxury car eagerly, and secretly prayed in their hearts: This wicked and smoking old guy would never come back again.
The Duke's team was too large to be taken care of by just a group of guards. They could only keep a close eye on their target, De Rossi and his son.
As for other people, I don't care.
There are constantly new carriages on the road, and new servants and guards join Duke de Rossi's team.
The entire team lined up for miles on the mainland.
At the same time, a female reporter from the "Nai'an Economic Observer" magazine held a work permit and led several people into the Flying Eagle Group's office in the Kingdom of Leiria.
July 12th, showers.
It is suitable to marry, consecrate, pray for blessings, ask for an heir, break ground, lay a bed, and plant.
It is forbidden to enter the house, make a stove, cut wood, bury, or travel.rs
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