While Gaudus was dormant and growing like a newborn beast in the green sea, Matthew, the former First Viscount of Savoy and now the Earl, was also facing a dilemma.

Yes, a huge dilemma that has never been seen before.

In the Earl's Palace, he sat on the high seat belonging to the Earl, his eyes were closed, his face was gloomy, his hands were constantly holding a cup of hot tea, but his calm expression could not hide the trace of anxiety in his heart. And at the foot of the five steps, a man was kneeling. This person is subordinate to the intelligence department of the Earl's Court, specializes in torture, and is directly responsible to Count Matthew himself.

Matthew slowly opened his eyes, coughed twice, and asked in a voice that couldn't hear his tone or understand his emotions, "That person... Still won't recruit anything? ”

The intelligence officer bowed his head and replied in a fearful and respectful tone: "Please forgive me, Lord Earl! Subordinate... Impotent! ”

Matthew frowned and asked lightly, "What's the matter?" ”

The intelligence officer heard a hint of displeasure in Matthew's words, his eyes opened for a moment, his head trembled, and he lowered it by 5 centimeters. He hurriedly explained: "Report to Lord Earl, the interrogation lasted a whole day and night, we used all the methods of torture, but DeRozan refused to explain the whereabouts of the bandit, and finally... He couldn't hold on and died. ”

That's right, a rebel army claiming revenge for the princess was suppressed by Count Matthew, and the middle leader of the rebel army was arrested, but after a whole day and a night of torture, he refused to tell the whereabouts of the rebel leader.

Do they hate me so much? Would you rather die than help me?

"Is that so? Oh, can you still see a trace of steely chivalry in this bandit? All right... What else did he say? Matthew looked at the poor fellow and continued to ask.

"He said... He said..."

Looking at the submissive appearance of the person in front of him, Matthew sneered and asked, "Tell me everything he said... Notice, and I'm emphasizing, all of them. ”

The intelligence officer gritted his teeth, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and said with difficulty: "He said... He said that he could not reveal the slightest bit of information, and he also said that you are a demon who kills his father, a traitor who usurped, and a beast without brothers and sisters. Curse people like you that you should be hanged on the gallows, and then fall to the end of hell, where you will be tortured by the devil and never be reborn! ”

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head deeply, because before that, the interrogators of the intelligence department had already been executed by Matthew because the interrogation was fruitless.

He may be the 8th.

At the same time, because of the coup d'état and the rumors that came out of the mouth of the little princess Belia, the rebellions and uprisings of all sizes have never stopped. Of the rebels killed, 3,278 people have been killed. They were all beheaded, and their heads hung on the walls of the city of Turin, which had terrified all potential rebels.

Now it's just one of them.

The intelligence officer knelt, and then there was a long, daunting, chilling calm.

The intelligence officer only felt a chill down his spine, but sweat was constantly breaking out on his forehead. Now, as long as Matthew gives an order, his life will be in danger, and since the coup d'état, with the increase in insurgentist rebellions, Matthew's indiscriminate killings have become more and more frequent, and his character has become more and more unstable.

Finally, the peace was shattered.

Syllable! Matthew Huo Ran got up, and then smashed the teacup to pieces!

With the crackling sound of the teacup breaking and the splinters splashing on the ground, the intelligence officer hurriedly slammed his head on the ground like a frightened rabbit, and the blood directly stained his forehead. He lamented, "Lord Earl, that's what he said! ”

There's one more thing he didn't say later, and that is, I... is innocent.

Matthew stared at the poor fellow quietly, his mind blank, because at this moment, he seemed to hear a lot of sounds: not only the breaking of teacups, but also the sound of his heart being cut and scratched, and countless Savoys secretly pointing at his back and cursing at him... Also, the sobs of the little princess, the sighs of the old earl in the spirit of heaven.

The bandit leader didn't say anything wrong, he didn't scold wrong, he did these things, but there was no way, it couldn't be avoided, because this is a game of thrones, this, this is politics.

In order to succeed in ascending to the throne, he must become the demon that Chifu refers to.

Matthew, with his murderous intent rising, stared at the poor man, and the bloodshot whites of his eyes gradually spread.

Just as the killing intent was gradually brewing to its peak, he let out a long sigh and sat down heavily.

"Go down."

Matthew said lightly.

"Yes, sir."

The intelligence officer only felt that his body suddenly became lighter, as if he had been relieved of his burden, and he could not even wipe the cold sweat that kept secreting from his forehead, and he crawled out of the Earl's Palace.

He had decided to leave the country of Savoy with his family tonight, the cold, blunt, bloody Earl's mansion, and he really didn't want to come a second time.

In fact, not only Matthew's subordinates, but even Matthew himself was in a very bad mood.

After the usurpation of the throne, he enjoyed only a brief moment of victory, and immediately faced the anger and grief of Robert's death, and after that, the successive waves of opposition, rebellion, and uprising reminded and hammered him again and again.

Remind him of the sins he has committed.

Beat the remnants of his conscience.

Moral condemnation does not break him, and he is ready to face it all. But the crux of the matter is that these uprisings have already involved a lot of his energy, and consumed his manpower, material and financial resources, so that he has no way to concentrate on dealing with Caesar.

What to do?

What to do?!

The unprecedented predicament disturbed his state of mind, which was also the root cause of his indiscriminate killing.

"My husband, what's wrong with you?"

A woman's voice with a Duolun accent came from behind the Earl's throne, and the tone was full of the femininity and grace of a young woman, which could arouse the desires of all men and make them think.

She is the object of Matthew's marriage, Mrs. Zhengpai, the most beautiful beauty in the Doron Plains, the most lustful young woman, the most famous widow, known as the most beautiful flower in the Doron Plains: Maria. Medis.

Behind her, a strong, beautiful man, kissing her white neck and embracing her well-proportioned waist.

Matthew snorted coldly and said, "How am I, you should know very well, Maria." ”

Maria chuckled, then gently pushed her mistress away, and said with a smile: "My husband, the solution to the dilemma is not to stop the boiling soup, but to draw a salary from the bottom of the kettle." ”