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"Famous paintings. Armour. Collection. Silverware. All of them were included in the auction list, and the wealthy people of the water city were invited to come and bid. For three days of auction banquets, which I personally received, and for the cunning merchants to watch how the down-and-out Earl smashed the pot and sold iron—so that the speculative instinct penetrated into the marrow of the marrow would never let go of this opportunity to buy low and sell high, and the William Mansion could be auctioned for three times the price of the royal family. ”

Frederick turned his head, raised his finger, and shook it gently: "Three times the price, that's six hundred ounces." They asked for this historic mansion to him. They want that fertile and romantic vineyard for him? They asked for my racecourse, and they asked for my collection of Paul Rubens for him, and they gave it all to him. ”

Frederick lowered his head and paced in circles, hiding the regret and mania in his heart, and lightly touched the air with his finger with an expressionless face: "That painting of Rubens's "Last Judgment", they have coveted it for a long time. The painting will sell for at least 50 gold coins, depending on the progress and play of the 3-day auction. ”

"Your Highness, Count, that's a Baroque treasure you hold in high esteem!" this time it was Florian's turn to go crazy.

"Then we use the money to do something big. Frederick looked up at his knights, tapped his knuckles on the table, and announced softly, "That's it." Lancelot, the auction banquet is controlled at about eighty people, immediately send a letter, and immediately start preparing for this matter. ”

"Yes. Lancelot's heart was tingling with excitement, and he lowered his proud head and bowed, "As pleased as you are." Your Highness. ”

"It's going to be a considerable sum, Your Highness!" said Sheffield, who was so excited that he was about to float up, and asked recklessly, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to let the scarred Bafaria break out of its cocoon and turn into a butterfly, molting and being reborn. Frederick stared at the enthusiastic technician with burning eyes and stretched out his hand: "Sheffield, are you willing to build an ideal country with me?"

Sheffield gritted his teeth with excitement, and his thick hairy hands firmly grasped Frederick's slender palm, and the two hands were firmly clenched together.

At night, under the dim street lamps, the towers of St. Phil's Cathedral are like dark swords, single-handedly stirring up the thin night. Only the doors of the church are slightly illuminated by goose-yellow street lamps, and the rest of the lavish silhouette of the church is blurred in the night, as if dormant.

Mosquitoes in the middle of summer swirl enthusiastically under kerosene lamps. The dim light illuminated the hurried pedestrians, and Count Frederick, with two knights, hurried from the corner of the street, tightened his cloak, knocked on the door of the church, and silently flashed in.

Two knights stayed outside the door.

Then the Count took off his cloak, handed it to the silent monk, and hurried into the cramped confessional room. As soon as he sat down, the old and solemn voice of Duke William floated in: "Repent, child." ”

"You told me to come to the confessional at night and tell me how to get there. Count Frederick was suspicious of his grandfather's prestige, and he began to argue: "What about the 5,000-ounce treasure location? ”

"Give me repentance. Duke William said unquestioningly. He is tough and determined, really like a professional priest who purifies the world.

Count Frederick racked his brains for a long time, and then tentatively confessed: "I, I shouldn't lie to Lily's bra to smell?"

"Oh, that's okay. Keep it up carefully. Live well as a heterosexual who would rather bend. "I mean something else," the priest reminded briskly. ”

Frederick complained bitterly: "Your attention is all on strange things!

"Bah, this is a very important thing, right! The royal branch of the Habs who ruled Spani was extinct because of the prevalence of male style and intermarriage between close relatives, and the dynasty was ridiculously extinct, and the Sbanny Empire was so desperately destroyed, and only a small piece of territory the size of a cherry was eaten by the Fran Empire!" the duke said bitterly, and his snow-white beard trembled angrily: " Your uncle, Habs III, also because of his heir, desperately offended the Elven Ten Kingdoms and whimsically brought back the royal daughter from Budapest, triggering a seven-year war of succession, right?

The continuation of the order of the secluded continent does not depend on a certain family for thousands of generations, but on the "inheritance system of concubines" that cannot be shaken by thunder. If there is a family heir who is cut off, it is like vacating a position, and naturally someone will fight for it, and the succession war will occur. Therefore, the demise of the family has no fatal impact on the order of the mainland, and there is no need to change the system to forcibly continue its rule, and the extinction of the heir of the gate valve has become a happy thing.

Under the "son-in-law inheritance system", children who fail to compete for inheritance rights either join the army or join the church. Soldiers often die in battle, clergy are forbidden to marry, and nobles generally marry later, so technically speaking, the risk of extinction is greater than stock speculation.

"At least you give me a serious baby!"

"Seriously have children!"

"Boy!"

"Ah......h

Frederick only felt that the world was spinning, and the image of the grandfather in his heart, who was wise and powerful, full of poetry and books, and learned five cars, began to falter.

"Compare that to Otto, you should discipline Otto well, right? He has a higher force value than me since joining the army, and he is very willful! All kinds of bullies!" Frederick tried to change the subject to the right track.

"Otto is a poor child. "Even if he marries in the future, the bride will not look as good as he is—it's a sad thing." It must be admitted that, with the exception of Van Kanne's court Van Klee, the other noble ladies were a little mediocre in their qualifications, not only did they look good, but sometimes they even pushed the boundaries of the old - alas, some counts were obsessed with having children with their sisters. ”

"But Elaine, Elaine," Frederick said cautiously, "she is not mediocre at all. ”

"Wiener is adjacent to the Ten Elven Kingdoms, and the Habs royal family has half-elven blood in its veins. You can tell in the colour of their hair......" The Duke gazed blankly at the blue-haired Frederick, and muttered in distraction, "Saint-Phil is above, but fortunately you are not green." What a relief!"

Frederick decided to repent, he could not stand the duke's unruly talk.

"St. Phil, forgive me as a sinner, I am overeating, I have developed a family-like obsession with money, I am lazy and practice my sword, uh ......"

"Auction of Ancestral ......"

"I auction off ancestral property...... Uh, is that it, is that what you have commanded me to repent!" Frederick suddenly realized.

"Nonsense! Wilhelm's Mansion is my favorite property, the extravagant Baroque decoration, the romantic vineyard! Can you imagine the crimson bunches of grapes trembling in the rustling drizzle! Heaven, that's heaven, you want to auction it off? You unworthy son!" the Duke angrily scolded his grandson through the iron fence, and the droplets splashed on his beard with bitterness: "Without that vineyard, you wouldn't be where you are today, bastard!

"There's strange information mixed in with it, Father!"