"I'm hungry, I want meat!", Orlando VI screamed hysterically as he slapped the armrest of his wheelchair. The three sturdy and rough servants in the cold palace of the pen and the www.biquge.info pavilion looked at the emperor who was powerful in the past from a distance, he was like a crazy ordinary old man, and there was no trace of the emperor's majesty and domineering from him. Yes, only the irritability of dying and madness.

Orlando VI loved meat, and he liked to eat half-cooked meat. What he calls half-cooked is not the notion of medium-rare or medium-rare, but only one or two medium-rare. After cleaning up the whole black rock sheep, throw it into the boiling water, roll it a few times, and then pick it up and eat it. With each bite, the blood will quickly spill out of the torn muscle gap of the tooth. It's not a question of how cooked it is at all, but the whole thing is raw.

He had to eat a whole Black Rock sheep every day, and occasionally two, and these sturdy servants couldn't think of how this slightly chubby old man's small belly could fit thirty or forty catties of mutton.

Whenever Orlando VI clamored for meat, they arranged it as soon as possible. After all, it is the former emperor, and it is the father of the current emperor, and some people have indeed explained some things to them, but they can still satisfy the old emperor in terms of food.

Soon a servant woman walked in from outside the palace pushing a dining cart, and the seventy or eighty centimeter-long black rock sheep had straight limbs, and the bright red of the flesh was faintly visible under the whitish sheepskin. The servant pushed the cart to Orlando VI's side and stood silently. In the past, Orlando VI would hold the Black Rock Sheep in his arms like some kind of beast, and bite like a wild beast. But today, it's a little different.

"How can I eat such a big one?!", Orlando VI gradually quieted down, he looked at the Black Rock Sheep and kept swallowing his saliva, and asked an unprecedented question, "Cut into pieces, you lazy garbage, I am a nobleman, what about my decency?"

The servant frowned, turned away from the palace again, and returned to the dining car a moment later with a sharp knife designed to cut roasted meat. She had learned some cooking techniques and techniques, a skill that a rough servant of their kind had to learn. She took the sharp knife and first pierced the somewhat resilient sheepskin with the tip of the knife, and then the wrist holding the sharp knife naturally pushed forward, and a piece of mutton with the sheepskin was cut off. The blade of the knife did not leave the body of the black rock sheep, and then pulled back, and another piece of mutton was cut off.

In just a minute or two, the sliced lamb slowed down on the plate. She put the plate in Orlando VI's arms, and Orlando VI's cloudy eyes actually had a mocking look, "You slut wants me to be a nobleman to eat meat with his hands? Even the lowliest pariahs don't eat like this, you damn it, get out, get out, far away, I don't want to see you." ”

The servant woman did not refute or protest, but turned and walked out of the palace. Their task was to keep Orlando VI from any surprises, and to carry out his advice within reasonable demands. He told her to get out, and she was gone.

As she walked to the door, she handed the knife to another rough servant.

The rough servant came to Orlando VI like a relay again, took a pair of wooden knives and forks from under the dining cart, and placed them on his plate. At this time, this somewhat crazy scratching head suddenly smiled, and he gulped down the almost completely raw mutton, and every time he chewed, blood would flow out of the corners of his somewhat crooked mouth.

"I want to drink fire shochu!", fire shochu is an alcoholic beverage that civilians like to drink, the alcohol is relatively high, the wine is cloudy, and there are some suspended solids. The moment at the entrance, there was a feeling of being slashed on the door of the head with an axe, and after the entrance, it was like swallowing a flame, and there was an illusion that the esophagus was burned by fire. It is precisely because of this special feeling that people call this inferior liquor fire shochu.

Fire soju can be bought for only 30 coppers, and it is the favorite drink of those who are poor and low-income. Generally, a normal strong man can lie on the ground and roll on the ground with a maximum of three glasses, and if the amount of wine is not deep, one cup is almost in place.

Orlando VI said that he wanted to drink fire soju, and the servant's face changed slightly, which the palace didn't have. Recently, Her Majesty's favorite is a batch of red wines born under various coincidences under the fire of Xiliu City, which is said to be very mellow and delicious. Not only Her Majesty the Empress of Pars, but also many nobles and wealthy merchants in the imperial capital liked it, and they said that those wine bottles were not poured out of red wine, but the blood of hundreds of thousands of dead people in Xiliu City, so they could have such an intoxicating fragrance and deliciousness.

As for fire shochu, even the lowest-ranking people in the palace don't drink it.

Without a satisfactory answer in the quickest time, Orlando VI had another seizure, and he directly flipped the plate with half of the mutton left in his arms on the ground, and slapped his chest, and the green tendons on his head jumped around, as if he was about to suffocate in pain. The servant woman in the distance turned around and walked towards the outside of the palace, from here to the nearest wine shop, a round trip would take at least forty minutes, and if it weren't for the money and the request of the Empress Pars, she really didn't want to serve this old thing that was not cleaned up.

The servant woman standing on the edge of the wheelchair looked at the plates and cutlery on the ground, she kept her duty, did not say a word, uttered a syllable, and bent down directly to collect everything on the ground.

There is a tradition in the royal family called not hiding hidden weapons, this phrase is German, in the current lingua franca, when facing royalty, any sharp weapon must be placed in a place where the royals can see it. If you have some sharp weapon in your possession, such as an awl, a knife, an iron fiber, or something, you will be imprisoned on suspicion of murdering a member of the royal family. The servant woman casually placed the sharp knife on the dining car, and the moment she bent down to pick up something on the ground, Orlando VI, with a smug smile, quickly grabbed the sharp knife in his hand, and stabbed the servant in the neck.

One was deliberate, the other was defenseless, and there were hardly any accidents or uncontrollable factors, and the sharp knife was plunged straight into the servant's neck. The rough-skinned servant woman's eyes almost popped out, and she clutched her neck, not even having the strength to stand up, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Orlando VI withdrew the sharp knife and placed it under the blanket on his lap, and looked indifferently at the corpse on the ground that twitched from time to time. He picked up the garment from the table, put it over the upper body of the servant, and pushed it to the cart, just as the servant had fallen and overturned the cart.

He coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and suddenly returned to his previous hysterical appearance, "Hell, look at the good things you've done, you damned, stupid, lazy bug, damn it!"

The shrill voice attracted the servant woman outside the palace, and the servant woman stretched out her head to take a look, and was immediately startled, and rushed over with her. She glanced at Orlando VI, who was trembling and twitching, and her eyes were crooked, and she bent over and lifted her dress, trying to help her companion up.

When the bright red blood stain reflected in her eyes, she snorted, and there was an indescribable pain in her vest. The pain radiated to the whole body in an instant, and in every corner was the kind of pain that touched the soul. Her heavy body fell to the ground, struggling to get up, raising her head and just about to call for help, a cold light flashed and disappeared from her mouth.

Her expression became horrified and hideous, and this expression became stiff, slowly solidifying, and finally turned into the last outward manifestation of her emotions in life.

Orlando VI's eyes were no longer slanted, his mouth was not crooked, and his body was not shaking. He slowly pushed his hands up along his cheeks on both sides, and the hair from his gray cape was slowly gathered together and draped behind his head under the push of his hands. In an instant, his entire aura and momentum changed dramatically. A moment ago, he was just an old man suffering from illness, but now, he is the all-powerful Orlando VI.

As an emperor who has ruled the empire for decades, it is obviously impossible to say that there is no hidden power at all. He had willingly passed his throne to Empress Pars because he didn't know how long he would live, when he would die suddenly. The empire can't live without an emperor, and the Orlando family can't do without a leader, so he willingly gave up the throne to his daughter.

But now that he has recovered, he needs to prove that he is not a loser who has been eliminated by time, and he also needs to prove that the way Pars treated him was wrong!

At this moment, the Empress of Pars stood alone in front of the secret compartment of the study, and after hesitation, she finally made up her mind to hand over the Wren to her, but she did not open it even once.

The ledger naturally records the evidence of the great nobles of the empire who fornicated with the ice field, and the amount of each transaction, the person who handled it, and the source of the materials, are clearly recorded. When Wren returned, he told her that if she wasn't ready to turn against the big nobles, it was best not to look at it.

And now, she's ready!

Soon, this ledger was placed on the table of the Marquis of Rhine through some private channels, and the moment the Marquis of Rhine opened the ledger, he also lost his former calmness. The aristocracy involved in this is not just a few people, covering almost one-fifth of the nobility of the empire. Once a matter erupts, it is definitely not something that can be solved by relying on the courts.

There was only one thought on his mind at this time - civil war!