Someone pulled the door open, removed his ass from the plush leather couch of the luxury car, and Parack Stram got out of the car.

He was the Emperor of the Palak Empire, which no longer existed, and the Duke of Palak who is now the Ranhill Empire.

Like the other dukes of Irlanhill, although on the surface he is called the Grand Duke, this title is in fact completely different from the Grand Duke of the "Duchy".

This is the new title of Irlanhill, the name of the duke, but in fact it does not have its own fiefdom. Although the hereditary succession is reckless, it can only be passed on to the eldest son and grandson in the family, and the rest of the relatives can only go to a certain way out on their own.

Grand Duke Higgs, the current Minister of Defense Castena, or the Grand Duke Harriet of Cassik, who has gone to Hanhai to live permanently, including the Grand Duke of Palak in front of him, all belong to this kind of nominal "noble".

According to the orders of the Empire, the Archduke of Parak Stram was to report to the Imperial Capital before leaving for his new home, to meet his Majesty the Emperor, to swear allegiance to His new Majesty, and to participate in the reward for his great deeds in the Empire and the submission of the land to his court.

However, His Excellency the Grand Duke Palak, who had already surrendered the empire, surrendered the army, and even dismissed more than half of the attachés around him, felt the subtle changes in the atmosphere of the imperial capital before attending tonight's banquet.

No matter how straw the bale, no matter how incompetent, His Majesty, the former emperor of the Palak Empire, still has a political vision and a keen "sense of smell" to observe words and colors.

Just think about it, you can figure this out: how can a person who is still unwavering after the rise of Iran Hill after the rise of Iran Hill, who is still unwavering when the Bamehil Empire and the Kasik Empire in the southern region, as well as the Southern Kingdom, and the Jasno Empire are all against the Iran Hill Empire, can he be a powerless fool?

He just saw it better than anyone else.

When he knew that he didn't have a chance to choose, he had already made the right choice. So, when the graves of the emperors of the Jesno Empire and the Bameihir Empire were green, this Mr. Stram also had the title of Grand Duke and could also have dinner with His Majesty the great Emperor Iranhill.

This time, his keen sense began to remind him again that something seemed to be about to happen.

Tom ...... Tom ...... "Standing next to the car, looking at the distance above the Irlanhill Palace, the huge eagle flag that rises with the morning sun every morning slowly descends, Stram beckons to his most trusted butler.

Lao Cheng's dignified butler bowed slightly and just got off the slightly worse car behind, and when he heard his master's call, he hurriedly took three steps and two steps in front of Stram, and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty...... What do you command, master? ”

He had just changed his words, and he was not used to calling his master by any other name. However, he also knew that he had to be cautious at this time, after all, he was still in the imperial capital, and his every move, word and deed was still under the surveillance of the terrifying and elusive "Special Tasks Department".

When he heard His Majesty's words, Stram's face suddenly turned pale with fright, but when he heard the butler change his words in time, he calmed down a little and scolded: "Be careful next time!" ”

Waiting until the butler nodded, he continued to say what he wanted to say: "You go and inquire about what happened......

The butler understood, bowed slightly, took two steps back, and turned to leave. He trotted across the road, found a passerby to stop him, and stuffed a 10-gold bill into his hand: "Sir, I would like to ask you something......

Soon after, the butler returned to Duke Stram, who was still standing at the door waiting for news, and whispered, "News from a few hours ago, Greken's Longsard Lefa Holy War has died......"

"What does this have to do with Alan Hill?" Stram glanced at the officers of the Guards Special Tasks Department who were waiting not far away, and lowered his voice again: "What the hell is going on?" ”

The officers, who purported to be there to protect the Grand Duke, were in fact placed by Stram's side to monitor his every move. Although the Grand Duke's freedom is not restricted in any way on weekdays, if something out of the ordinary is really done, these Guards soldiers even have the right to do it directly......

The butler lowered his voice a little, because the next words could easily provoke a lawsuit against the royals.

He coughed lightly and said cautiously: "Longsardle Fasheng, and the relationship with the Imperial Concubine Vivian is very good...... The imperial concubine grew up by his side, and the two were like father and daughter......"

"Shh......h

The main entrance of the Iran Hill Palace, which used to be magnificent and magnificent, is now like a bloody mouth, waiting for him to walk in, as if it was a prey throwing itself into a net.

Feeling that he was about to be devoured by a huge desolate monster, Stram shivered all over his body, and subconsciously held the butler's arm with his hand.

Supporting his master, the housekeeper also clearly felt that His Majesty, the former emperor of the Parak Empire, began to tremble incessantly, where was there anything calm.

When he just got out of the car, the man who had been named the Grand Duke of Palak was still a little high-spirited, but now all that was left was boundless fear.

It's no wonder that Stram is as timid as a mouse, but no one dares to drink and have fun when the princess is sad, right? It's still a celebratory feast, what is it celebrating?

In case the imperial concubine thinks too much, in case His Majesty the Emperor has nowhere to vent with an evil fire, he will hit the muzzle of the gun again.

It's still a trivial matter if this grand duke can't do it, and his life is lost like this, isn't he a complete unjust ghost?

Thinking of this, Stram immediately turned around and said to the Guards officer, who was already a little impatient, "General, general...... I'm sorry to let me know, I'm not feeling well, so this banquet will be canceled......"

Nervous and scared, he even called out to a small major for the general. Before the officer could come to his senses, the butler shoved in a stack of Iran Hill gold coins.

Just by looking at the thickness, you can also know that this is a lot of cash, and a rough calculation shows that there are almost thousands of gold coins. The officer's impatient face finally looked a little better, and he sneered and said, "Wait here!" ”

With that, the officer turned around and walked to the side gate of the palace, showed his documents to the guards on duty, checked his identity, and handed over his weapons before he was allowed to enter.

Soon, Prime Minister Dessel, who had not even prepared any banquets and did not even ask, heard the news that Stram was sick and asked to cancel the banquet.

He put down the pen in his hand, rubbed his fingers twice on his chin that had just grown a beard, and nodded imperceptibly: "This Stram is a talent. At least this ability to observe words and colors is really impressive. ”

After finishing speaking, he looked at the officer who came to deliver the news, and ordered: "You can take the bribe you given, and it can be regarded as an action subsidy." Other than that...... Tell Stram that his attitude is already known to the top of the empire, and let him rest assured that Iran Hill will not do such a thing as crossing the river and demolishing the bridge. ”

When he had finished his order, he waved his hand, and the officer nodded slightly, and exited Desser's office.

Stram, who was waiting at the door and was about to collapse, finally saw the officer who had walked out more than an hour later.

When the other party stood in front of Stram again, the disdain and irritability on his face had turned into a pleasant smile.

Moreover, when he spoke again, the news brought by this officer was like a fairy sound in Stram's ears: "Your Excellency the Imperial Prime Minister reassures you that such a thing as crossing the river and demolishing the bridge will not be done by Iran Hill." ”

"Thank you! Thanks a lot! Stram hurriedly thanked him, as if he were the Duke and he was a colonel.

In the grand palace, a group of waiters are cleaning up freshly prepared plates and cutting prepared dishes.

"This duke is really miserable......" A cook said with emotion as he put the live giant pincer shrimp into the trough where it was specially kept, "a country just changed such a meal, and it was canceled." ”

"Isn't it...... I heard that people were coming, and they said they were canceling it. Another chef poured the chopped fresh leaves into the second-class food bucket next to him, shook his head and said, "The best ingredients are cheap for us." ”

The fresh ingredients were prepared for the royal family and the guests of the state banquet, but the rest of the ingredients could only be used for the various staff working in the palace. This is the rule, and it can't be messed with in the slightest.

"Your Majesty has sent a eulogy, and you still want to eat this meal? Unless he doesn't want to live anymore. A maid hung a kitchen knife back on the wall, snorted coldly and said, "Count him as acquaintances, otherwise you might have to chop him up tonight." ”

"Can you stop saying it's so disgusting, this is the kitchen!" The older maid foreman wiped her hands on her apron and looked at her colleague with disdain: "If you talk nonsense, be careful that I tear your stinky mouth!" ”

Looking at the old foreman's eight-foot-tall waist and eight-foot waistline, and then measuring his and the other party's mouth cannon ability, coupled with the blessing of the foreman's identity and the other party's tendon meat, the maid who chewed the root of her tongue swallowed a mouthful of saliva and resisted the urge to push back.

"Hurry up, everybody! Fifteen minutes later, His Majesty's dinner was about to begin...... The taste is lighter, Your Majesty has a bad appetite! The main course is six-eyed fish porridge, which is Princess Vivien's favorite dish! Hurry up, hurry up! Move it! The chef walked in with his fork in his hand, and everyone suddenly became nervous, and the kitchen once again resounded with the sound of pots and bowls colliding.