The House of Lords is a tall tower with an architectural style that is completely independent of the entire capital, which is where Ian feels that the House of Lords is at odds with the world.

Walking through the iron gate, Isha and Nemesis stood behind them, and the lawn in front of the tower was no longer open to visitors, and at this time, two rows of knights stood neatly.

Since Ian IV was attacked by snipers, the House of Lords has cordoned off the perimeter of the tower and sent the Knights to guard it.

And the leader of the Knights who guard the Tower of Lords is none other than Duke Grant.

The majestic knight was now looking condescendingly at the diminutive Ian IV.

"Welcome to the House of Lords, Ian, IV. With a sly smile under the knight's helmet, Duke rode in Ian's way, sneering before riding out of the way.

"Hmph. Ian didn't look him in the eyes, but he still straightened his back and didn't squint.

Until now, many people still think that Ian IV is the original Ian IV. This change was felt only by Isha and Nemesis, while the others still treated him like a child.

This is probably a manifestation of information mismatch.

So Duke's face was full of anger, and he got out of the way, only to find that Ian didn't even look at him and walked straight into the House of Lords.

The door was closed, Duke tightened the reins in his hand, snorted coldly, and stepped aside to rest.

Inside the tower, there is no longer the hustle and bustle of the last panic. All unrelated people have been cleared of the fence, and there is no one else except for the clerks.

"Ian IV, please. ”

The ceremonial officer wore a red and black silk robe, pure white gloves, and the clothes on his body were impeccable, and even his expression was just the right amount of flattery.

Ian couldn't see anything in him.

The ceremonial officer walked through the tower, and behind the tower was a multi-layered courtyard. After all, this is the center of the capital, and there is no way to sit on a forest like Ian's mansion, it is nothing more than a pavilion, a garden, and a lake.

and six people.

"Hudruman, hahahaha, we've been waiting for you for a long time. "A strong man sat on a neat lawn with several white porcelain plates in front of him, piled high with oily fried fish and meat skewers.

Lucas Grant, now Duke Grant, is a close confidant of the War Secretary, and now that he is approaching the sixtieth year, he hears that his favorite thing to do is to go to the mountains of the far west to hunt dragons.

But I don't know when, this kind of person actually returned to the House of Lords.

The tendon flesh on his body looks like he could easily tear down the entire garden.

Looking ahead of him, the Secretary of War stood closest to Lucas, but also around the pavilion, gathering with the others.

Ian IV stood still in front of Lucas, and the legendary figure of the Manda Kingdom in front of him actually made him feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and the more he looked at the tendon flesh on his body, the more Ian liked it.

Then, he took a meat skewer from the other's plate.

"It's an honor to meet you. Ian held the skewer and performed the standard aristocratic ceremony.

"Hah...... Hahaha!" Lucas was stunned for a moment, and actually laughed heartily. When the laughter subsided, he held up his plate and invited Ian to continue eating.

But Ian waved his hand and stood still, silently eating the skewer before dropping the greasy skewer onto the grass.

Then, someone came over.

It was the Prime Minister of Manda, Angel Charlie, who was wearing a crisp casual suit, walked up with a smile on his face, smiled at Lucas, and then warmly grabbed Ian's hand and led him to the pavilion.

"It's great that you can make it to the appointment. Originally, we thought that you might have to take a break before coming out. Now it's okay, and the people at the tea party are all together again. ”

Ian rolled his eyes in his heart, he really didn't know how these people could invite him to afternoon tea without changing their faces, and talk and laugh happily.

His parents are now missing, and the one who knows the truth is not the one present?

Maybe it's one, maybe it's all.

At least, Prime Minister, you're not to blame.

Ian sneered in his heart, but after thinking about it, he didn't really have any feelings about the revenge of killing his father, he wanted to find the murderer of his parents, or to solve the mystery, because he didn't want anyone to control his every move, that's all.

But in the eyes of others, he may have won an emotion management award.

A sixteen-year-old child, who can be at ease in the face of his enemies, and can snatch meat from Lucas's mouth, people's evaluation of this child has gone up to a new level.

As Isha said to him, it doesn't matter if you don't lie.

If you don't speak, you can achieve some things.

"You've seen them all, your father showed you when you were young. Angel took Ian into the pavilion, where the smell of black tea and Lucas, who was feasting not far away, seemed to be two worlds.

Four pairs of eyes fell on Ian in unison.

Secretary of War: Qatar Grant, a big stout man, but still a lot worse than Lucas on the grass.

Lord Chancellor: Mohen Charlie, not so young, the Prime Minister's cousin, is said to have judged so impartially and logically so clearly that no lie can escape his eyes.

Chancellor of the Exchequer: Julien Fittier, a master of finance, the financial lifeblood of the entire Manda country seems to be at ease in his hands, and the city of Covey is submissive under his obscenity.

Central Bank Governor: David Fittier, Yurien's henchman.

Ian knew everything, he had done a lot of preparation before he came, and all the resumes of the cabinet, their personalities and even the properties they were in charge of, Isha had collected them before.

It can be said that the four major families always infiltrate and spy on each other.

But now the Ian family's vein has been crushed by a ruthless hand, and the murderers may be among these people, or rather, these are Ian's enemies.

"Now that we're all here, let's start today. Angel held the marble table top and cast a glance at the tower, as she usually does in the House of Lords, and the girl in the plain dress filled half of the lawn with snacks and tea. After letting go, they left like the wind.

And Ian suddenly felt that there was a little more solemn atmosphere around the house.

This is probably the real security system of the House of Lords, and Isha told him that even if he tried desperately to save him, the vicinity of this tower was by no means a good place to come and go freely.

"In the past, it was the Ian family who came first, but today, you can take a look and get acquainted with it. The purpose of the afternoon tea is to hope that everyone can discuss some issues together. If it's urgent, I'll help. Angel handed over the cake and black tea in his hand, and there was a smile between his eyebrows: "David, you come first." ”

"Recently, the loan to the city of Kewei has a bit of a higher bad debt rate. I think it's a bad sign, new companies and loans have increased, but we can't be sure where they're being used. As the head of the central bank, David's main focus is on the area around the city of Covey to the east. Because it is no longer an ordinary urban agglomeration, but a small country composed of modern technology in Ian's cognition, with both financial and technological development, it is the most likely area to get out of control.

"Why can't I be sure?" said Angel, who took David's report, and Julien flipped through it. Others have already started to move freely, and Qatar is close to Lucas, ready to provide attentive service.

"They're manipulating the financial data of most companies. "This kind of thing has always happened, and they want to use this method to slowly empty the government's resources and store them in their energy and information resources," Yurien said. ”

"When did it start?" asked Angel, seemingly casually.

But in the next second, Ian, who was listening on the sidelines, felt that something was wrong.

Yurien and Davy's eyes seemed to glance at him, and Ian continued to eat the cake as if nothing had happened, their subtle expressions fleeting.

"It started a year ago, and several oligopolistic companies made small moves against each other, including raising labor costs, increasing financing needs and costs, and raising prices in the upstream and downstream of the supply chain at the same time. But, again, we don't know their ultimate goal. Davy's face was calm.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, but we know who's doing it. Angel put the report away, and said to Julian and David, "Go to the Privy Council and try to find some professional people to do these things." Everyone knows that Kewei City is tired, and now is the time, as long as the signs are revealed, let's kill them. Mohén, Mohén!" The prime minister called his chief justice over again: "Push through the relevant legislation as soon as possible, I don't want us to fall into the public opinion." If the City of Covey is stronger than we are, then ask Grant to step in. ”

Mohen glanced at the Secretary of War not far away, and only Lucas in the Grant family was not political, as long as he was at the afternoon tea party, everyone in his family tried to stay away from the prime minister, as if there was something dirty on him.

"No, I'll do it. Mohen stirred the coffee in his cup, and afternoon tea would never change the old judge's habit, and it was said that he had to drink two cups of black coffee before his trial, and the bitterer the coffee, the more attentive his eyes became.

"I think you should learn about the Ian family sometimes. As soon as the words changed, the prime minister's big hand fell on Ian's shoulder, and he shook it: "The Black Tower in the north, the Snow Country, and even the dragon clan in the extremely cold land, the Ian family has a very good personal relationship with them, to be honest, it's very worry-free." But it's a pity that there hasn't been a time when someone in charge of the overall situation has appeared. ”

Angel even automatically skimmed over the events that happened in the southern resort more than half a year ago, tacitly acquiesced in the absence of the head of Ian's family, and transferred the questioning from the House of Lords to Ian.

"Ian IV, do you have any idea what the Black Tower has been doing lately?" the Prime Minister said in a rather amiable tone.

Ian shook his head.

"Didn't you just go there recently?"

"I'm just looking for my butler, Mr. Angel, and without a butler, I won't even make an appointment to meet. Ian finally said the first words of the afternoon tea.

"Well, yes, yes. Miss Schell is a very good person and a bridge between you and the Black Tower, very good, very good. Angel's hand left Ian's shoulder: "I have time to go over there, I don't think it will be calmer than Cowey City." ”