"XM Arsenal applied for a patent on the 16th, and on the 19th Viscount Philoon Lambert claimed that XM Arsenal had plagiarized his invention, and then the Patent Office invited two reviewers to be present to review it, and finally ........"

The old man with the monocle spoke slowly, but his thoughts were clear and his words were concise, and in a few minutes he recounted everything Fani had encountered at the patent office.

"Philon, that lowly bastard, does he feel that he is noble enough to steal something from the seventh heir to the throne?"

Rotherf Augustine's face was watery and his tone was cold, and those who knew him well knew that His Majesty, who prided himself on his generosity and benevolence, was already very angry with Philoen.

"Your Majesty, Philon should not know that Lord Fani has a stake in the XM Arsenal, it is said that he was very embarrassed when he saw Fani, he always thought that the XM Arsenal was the property of the Countess Moyano. ”

Farmer didn't understand why His Majesty was so angry, but the people at the scene were silent, so he had to come forward and explain a few words, who let the person behind Philoon Lambert have something to do with him?

"Can Madame Moyano snatch things at will? Saying that he is a member of the royal family all day long, is the face of the royal family really so uncherished? Even a person like him still wants to enter the House of Nobles? You go and tell him to go back to Aurelian and not come to Nasser again. ”

“..........”

The hearts of all are full of sorrow, Filon has spent a lot of manpower and money in recent years to run for the House of Lords, and he has seen a little eyebrow, but now because of a small mistake that has upset His Majesty, all efforts are likely to be in vain.

"Your Majesty, there may be some misunderstanding in this matter, and Feron is not necessarily plagiarism........ "Farmer hurriedly defended Philorn, hoping that Rousseff would open the net.

"From the moment he met Fani, it wasn't a misunderstanding!"

Rosseff waved his hand and interrupted Farmer very indifferently, "Kig stay, you guys go out!" remember to agree to Count Bayonne's condition and inform him to bring me that thing at the New Year's banquet!"

“........”

"Your Majesty, promise his ...... Which condition?"

"All the conditions!" Rosseff said lightly, raising his eyelids.

“..........”

Philo and Farmer looked at each other, somewhat suspecting that they had misheard, if all the conditions proposed by Charles were agreed, then where was the majesty of the royal family and the military?

Rosseff looked at Count Farmer, "Isn't what I said straightforward enough? Bulman has died in battle, should I still pay his son a debt?"

Rousseff turned his head to look at General Philo again, "That Reed hunted at least five Rus' transcendents on the Eastern Front, and you just promoted him to lieutenant colonel, do you think I don't know?"

“........”

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Roseff's sharp eyes looked at him, and the two of them quickly lowered their heads and retreated, not daring to have the slightest thought of pleading.

After Philo and Farmor left, only King Rousseff and the old man named Kig were left in the house, and after a moment of silence, Rousseff said quietly.

"Kige, do you find out what's going on?"

"Your Majesty, I have sent to Ferente, Bayonne, and Aurelian, and asked one hundred and twenty-six people who had been in contact with the Count of Bayonne, and most of them thought that the Count of Bayonne had been playing foolish during these ten years, and that only Ferente's card would be a little strange, and he said that the Count of Bayonne might ....... Favored by the gods. ”

"The favor of the gods, the favor of the gods, what a trouble!"

Rosseff whispered to himself, closed his eyes and fell into deep thought, occasionally muttering something to himself, each of which was a secret that outsiders could not imagine.

Kieg turned off all the lights and quietly exited the door, leaving King Rousseff, who looked like a psychopath, alone in the night.

...........

...........

At 17 Lutesia Street, Charles was having breakfast with his sister, and the little girl looked up at Charles several times, and finally couldn't help asking.

"Charles, yesterday Count Farmer promised to introduce us to Speaker Rodrich, why did you refuse? I think it should be ...... It's a good opportunity......"

When Olive was in Spaya, she wanted Charles to go to the noble council to sue Wenze, Cronin, Bossy and other anti-bones, but Charles refused on the grounds of "happy life", and Olive didn't mention it again, but yesterday's Famer's suggestion made her heart come alive again.

Charles chewed his bread slowly, and asked lightly, "Olive can you be sure that Rodrich will support us, and what kind of verdict do you think the House of Lords will make against us?"

"Charles, I think the House of Lords will recognize you as the heir to the Marquisate, after all, you are better than anyone else now, and no one can question your name as a genius anymore. ”

"You're wrong Olive Live," Charles shook his head and said, "The name of genius does not allow us to win the support of the House of Lords, only strength is the only factor that determines the verdict, I guess the people of the House of Lords are looking forward to me appealing now!

"Olive Spirit, when we are not strong, the House of Lords will not make a judgment in our favor, and once the judgment is made, then we will have no excuse to take back what belongs to us, because then we will be challenging the entire Flensian ruling system. ”

"But as long as we don't go to the House of Lords to appeal, the House of Lords has no reason to deal with anything in the County of Lorraine, and if we don't give up for a day, the matter will not be closed, and I will always be entitled to inherit the County of Lorraine, and we will always have the opportunity and reason to get back what we have. ”

"Remember, Olive remember, what we lack most now is strength, not the handouts of those big people!"

Charles drank the milk down, and the silver cup slammed down on the table, making a visible dimple in the hard table.

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..........

In the fifth district, in the gang station of the Southwest Gang, Camondo is sorting out two boxes of spiritual power materials with Old Lawn, which are materials that Camondo has worked hard to get in the past few days, and it is also where the hope of the Southwest Gang lies now, and it is not sloppy at all.

Old Lawn carefully put the last piece of spiritual power material into the box, and said with some concern.

"Kamondo, although the business of spiritual power potions is very profitable, but this kind of business is also very eye-catching, yesterday Bayari had heard the rumors, and sent Ruksam to find out the news, and was beaten by me and Barenmu, but he should not stop. ”

Camondo locked the two boxes and said calmly, "Raun, is there anything we have to lose now?"

"You're right, since the death of the Marquis of Lorraine, we have lost everything, and we have only this one life left, what is there to be afraid of? I just ....... I don't know what that Nightwind Lord is for. ”

Old Lawn beat his back a little sore, straightened up again, and walked out slowly, he never showed his hesitation and weakness in front of the people outside, the strength of a veteran is the support of those women and children outside.

"Everything we have lost, we will get it back one day!"

Camando looked up, just in time to see a big cat more than a foot long jumping in through the window silently, with a small satin bag hanging from under its neck, and two round eyes staring at him, looking very human.

"Lawn, I've heard Lord Nightwind say that the Marquis of Lorraine is gone, but we're ....... and was not abandoned. ”