"I only noticed this after hearing about it. "Councillor Fa Fu did not keep his voice so low any longer," Count Jericho was also present that day, and, sitting beside him, was Her Highness Caterina. ”

"Your Highness Caterina?" Sir Wallace was a little surprised, but thinking about it made him understand, and it was not strange that he and the eldest princess were close based on Swain's deeds in Pritown, "that is, the earl was drawn to that side?"

"It's hard to say. Councillor Fa Fu took a sip of wine, shook his head, and said, "Although His Royal Highness Caterina is sitting next to Count Jericho, they are not sitting with His Highness Alexander, and I don't know if they did it on purpose to show us, or if they had other intentions. ”

Sir Wallace thought about it for a while, this matter is not a big deal, and if he delves into it carefully, he may find some discoveries, but he thinks that it is more likely that it is the common affection between young people, after all, they have had that experience, and Sir Wallace does not find it strange at all that the eldest princess and Earl Jericho have any ambiguity.

"It doesn't matter anyway. He shrugged his shoulders, then drank the wine from his glass, "What if Count Jericho was co-opted? Maybe he did something that the commoners thought could be called heroic, but this level of merit would not give him much say in politics, especially in the Imperial Diet." ”

Councillor Fa Fu thought about it, and felt that Sir Wallace's words also made sense, maybe it was just that he was too careful. Thinking like this, he also drank his wine and did not dwell on the topic any longer.

"Sir Wallace," a waiter walked to Sir Sir "There's an Earl of Jericho looking for you." ”

The wine that Councillor Fa Fu had just swallowed almost squirted out again, and it was a bit of a coincidence, they were still talking about the earl, and then in the blink of an eye, Sven really came to him.

Sir Wallace, by contrast, was much calmer.

"Where is he?" asked Sir Wallace, with an unchanging face, to the waiter.

"Wait outside the club, do you want to see him?"

"Well, let's see you. Sir Wallace handed it over to the waiter and walked towards the door.

Outside the banquet hall, Swain stood motionless with his cane. Even if he didn't see the situation inside, just listening to the soothing and gentle music, he knew what kind of singing and dancing scene would be in it at this moment.

Since coming to the imperial capital, Swain has not been to other social occasions except for the party attended by the Metternich family, especially after Michel VII declared war on the empire, the major families have restrained a lot, even if it is just pretending, they have to show that they are worried about the country.

Now, however, these councillors have taken advantage of the early convening of the Imperial Diet to enjoy it in the name of discussing political affairs. Just as the parliamentarians looked down on the Southern aristocracy, the Southern aristocracy looked down on these parliamentarians. Although they are called yesterday's yellow flowers, the southern nobles still have their own pride, they are the last group of people in this powerful empire who can really be called nobles, in their eyes, although most of those parliamentarians have knighthoods, but they are no different from civilians who do not understand honor.

As Swain was in his hands, Sir Wallace walked out of the ballroom. He looked at the young man in front of him, it was the first time he had seen Sven. Swain rarely appeared in public after arriving in the imperial capital, and only made a few visits to places like the Metternich and the Tiamat Palace. Although he has the status of a councilor, this name only sounds good, and the imperial power of the Silier Empire does not pay much attention to parliament and parliamentarians.

Swain was dressed a little differently than usual, and a slightly wide cloak was draped over his neat formal suit, much to Sir Wallace's puzzlement. It's May now, and it's still hot to wear only summer clothes, not to mention that it hasn't rained these days, so why is Count Jericho wearing such a cumbersome thing?

Sir Wallace thought so, this is also the most reasonable explanation at the moment, although Swain has a representative of the Imperial Diet as the Earl of Midnight, he is not a person in this circle after all, and it makes sense to hide his whereabouts. However, Sir Wallace thought a little more, and deliberately hid his identity, obviously not wanting others to know that he was here, so who did Swain not want to know?

Jazz smiled, he felt like he had figured out the crux of the matter. Swain had come here to meet his own Beria faction, and to do so in such seclusion, most likely to avoid Alexander's eyes and ears.

It seems that even the people on the crown prince's side are not optimistic about His Royal Highness Alexander, although this Count Jericho is a little younger, but he is still discerning. Sir Wallace sneered softly, he laughed at Swain's youth, if he really didn't want people to know that he had been here, he shouldn't have given his real name to the waiter just now.

"Hello, Count Jericho. Sir Wallace stepped forward and held out his hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you." ”

Swain raised his eyes and looked at the middle-aged gentleman in front of him. Black-gloved hands fiddled with their canes, but did not shake each other's hands. "Are you Sir Humphrey Wallace?" he asked, his voice still undulating, and it seemed so cold in the bustling occasion.

Sir Wallace's face froze for a moment, he didn't like Swain's tone very much, but although he was very dissatisfied with the young man's attitude in his heart, at least on the surface Sir Wallace did not show the slightest displeasure.

"Yes, I think you should have seen me in the council yesterday, so you can't be mistaken. He said with a sneer.

"If only I wasn't mistaken. Swain said lightly, and for a moment Sir Wallace was a little confused about the other party's intentions.

He began to wonder if he had guessed Swain's intentions wrong, because the other party's attitude was too cold, if Swain really came to join Beria, then even if it was for self-preference, he should not be cold like this, otherwise the other party might not accept his surrender.

While Sir Wallace was pondering, Swain's hand with his staff suddenly turned, and he drew a sword from his staff. Before Jazz could react, he saw a sword light flick over, and then his neck froze, and his body fell backwards uncontrollably.

Blood gushed out of Sir Wallace's neck, staining Swain's cloak red. The sword slashed so deep that half of his neck was severed, but Swain didn't seem satisfied with the result, and looked at Sir Wallace's corpse with a frown, muttering a few words, and dropping his cloak. Then he turned and walked away.

As Swain drew his sword, the attendants who passed by screamed, and if Sir Wallace had been more attentive, he might have been able to react. And as Jazz's body fell, blood splattered all over the floor, and even the people in the venue noticed what was happening at the door. Many ladies screamed suddenly, some of the infirm fainted on the spot, and even the young and vigorous parliamentarians could not help but be confused, and only a few who were still calm stood up to maintain order in the hall.

But none of them cared about Swain, who had killed someone and left, and some of them saw Swain's face and recognized him as the Earl Jericho, who had become quite famous lately, but none of them knew why Swain had killed Sir Wallace, and in the eyes of these councillors who were good at protecting their lives, it was obviously better to leave the matter to the police.

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"Wallace killed?" Manfred, who was busy with his own business in front of the operating table, was stunned when he heard Young's report, "Who is that?"

"The guy who preached your theories in the Imperial Diet. Yang was not surprised by Manfred's reaction, and said calmly.

"Oh—it's the pawn, is he dead, how?" Manfred finally remembered who it was, but his hand didn't stop.

"Jericho was killed in the Parliament building, in public, and Jericho cut off half of his neck with a sword. Yang said, and let out a soft snort from his nose, "I heard that Jericho's swordsmanship is very poor, but that sword is very neat and clean, and it kills with one blow." ”

"It's pretty bad," Manfred shrugged and replaced himself with a scalpel, "I guess he wanted to cut off his head directly, but he didn't get the force right, and only cut it halfway." ”

Young pursed his lips, Sir Wallace was just a pawn to them anyway, whether he was dead or alive, or how he died, he didn't care.

"So your ploy has worked, and Count Jericho has been enraged. Manfred still had his back to Yang, and there was nothing special in his voice, "You're making rapid progress, Yang." ”

Yang is not a child, he is not overjoyed by a word of praise from Manfred, and even if he is praised by Manfred, it is not a thing to be happy about.

"We can proceed with the next step, the police under the Ministry of the Interior have been sent by me to arrest Jericho, and tomorrow the Imperial Diet will reopen, and Jericho will not even be able to enter the venue at that time, unless he forcibly kills him. ”

"But, Yang, are you sure your ploy really worked, and wasn't being used by Count Jericha?" Manfred put down what he was doing and turned to look at Yang.

"I know it's hard to seduce Jericho with such a trap, and it's surprising that he would kill Wallace so impulsively. But what else can he do now? Kill a member of the Imperial Parliament, and kill him in public, he will inevitably face the pursuit of the Empire, if he chooses to fight back, then he will face the power of the entire Empire, and if he escapes, as in Pritown, then he has no chance of stopping this bill from passing. ”

"It looks like this, but have you thought about it, why did he kill that, huh...... Wallace, this is not the earl's style, is it? too impulsive, this cunning fellow has never done such a thing before. ”

Of course, Yang had thought about this, and he also thought that it was a strange thing that Swain would kill Wallace in front of everyone, but no matter what he thought, he didn't think that Swain could turn the tables in this situation.

"Why do you say?" he asked casually.

"To be honest, I don't understand why he did this, but ......" Manfred narrowed his eyes, and there was an ominous brilliance in his snake-like pupils, "this does not prevent us from thinking, against an opponent like Jericho, we must start from the fact that the other party's actions have a purpose, even if we don't know what Jericho's purpose is, we can't despise them and think that we have a victory, unless he is really dead and can't die anymore." ”

Yang snorted again, and just as he was about to say something, he saw Manfred's face suddenly change.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Manfred's ugly face, Yang immediately realized that something had happened.

"I know Jericho's purpose. Manfred's face was gloomy to the extreme, "He's gone to kill our dolls, he's gone to kill Beria!"