Frederick finished processing the draft of the auction banquet in his study and went to the dining room to eat refreshed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I'm looking forward to having a quiet meal with Ophelia, it's family time. Frederick thought expectantly. He sat on the head of the house, tucked a napkin into his collar, and a fast horse flew far past the floor-to-ceiling lattice window.

A sweet truffle cream was served, and as Frederick closed his eyes to sniff it, the sound of steel boots rushed through the hallway.

"Brother, guess who I am?" Ophelia tiptoed behind his high-backed chair, tiptoeing over his eyes.

The fluffy little hands covered Frederick's eyes, and the scent of talcum powder came from the lace sleeves. Frederick sneered and said, "Ophelia." ”

Ophelia leaned sideways out of the back of the chair, smiled quietly with her hands behind her back, "That's right." As a reward, the elder brother is allowed to ......"

With a "bang", the heavy door of the restaurant was pushed open by the heavily armed knights, and the sweaty Sir Glafate lifted his visor with a "click", staring at the earl panting and shouting: "There is a hunger riot in Mingxing City, the mob has surrounded the concession of the Central Bank Mansion, and the dragoons are confronting the mob, but they will soon be unable to continue to exercise restraint!"

Count Frederick looked at the knight with his mouth open, the potatoes on the forks hung in the air, and "tick" a little thick soup dripped down.

"Your Highness, Earl!" said Sir Glafate, standing in the door with his sword pressed upon him, panting as he looked at the Earl, anxiously asking for instructions again.

Frederick closed his eyes, took the fork in his mouth, chewed the potato, and then turned his head and told Ophelia earnestly: "The taste is very strong, and it will be delicious even overnight." Ophelia, you're really impressing me. ”

Ophelia pouted and stood beside him, holding the lion cub and looking up at him: "Brother, you have to come back early today." ”

"I try. Frederick stooped down and hugged his sister hard, and his cheek touched left and right on his slippery pretty face, instead of kissing. Then he touched her shoulder: "But if you can't come back unexpectedly, please don't be angry." ”

Ophelia looked away from her clear gaze and looked down at the ground.

Then Frederick tore off the napkin, wiped his mouth, threw the napkin on the table, and walked out, and the butler hurriedly handed over his coat and cloak, and when he stepped out of the dining room, the cloak was fastened, and the blue cloak fluttered behind his leather boots.

"Let's go. The Earl passed by Sir Glafate without squinting, and the knight bowed his head, then turned to follow the Earl, strode out of the dining room, and disappeared from Ophelia's view.

The bowl of sweet and rich soup was quietly placed on the table, steaming with tempting heat. Frederick only tasted one bite.

"The tutor is already waiting in the hall. The white-haired butler saw Frederick away, walked back and whispered to Miss Marquis: "His Royal Highness the Earl said that I will dine with you next time." ”

Ophelia sat on tiptoe in a high-backed chair and quietly cut poached eggs alone in the service of the butler.

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The Central Bank Mansion Concession was in shambles. The streets were crowded with ragged and angry crowds, and the decorative bushes on the side of the road were trampled to a pulp.

"Get your scrap paper back, give back our corn!" roared through the streets, and the farmer, like a hungry cheetah, tried with all his might to break through the dragoons' line and rush into the golden concession - even if it was pry off a piece of gold leaf, it was better than starving to death while sitting at home.

In the Great Depression, when the food reserves of the unemployed were gradually depleted and no one would starve to death willingly, the day of riots would come.

But the silent dragoons had long since raised their cavalry shields and built a magnificent shield wall. The peasants rushed over, slammed into their shields, bounced back, cursed and stood up, looking for a breakthrough again. In the end, all efforts lead to the only option: throwing stones.

So the peasants took advantage of their race, jumped up to the plane trees on the side of the street, and smashed the windows of the mansion with stones in their shirts. For a while, the sound of glass breaking came and went, and the rocks flew one after another, and the "ding-ding-ding" smashed on the plate armor of the dragoons, like 10,000 people striking gongs.

A dragoon scout stood on a tall building, looking out into the distant streets, and seeing that there were more mobs coming, he really tried to demolish the rich mansion concession. He hurriedly went downstairs, hurriedly rushed into the mansion along the street, went straight to the second floor, knelt down on one knee behind Ai Lian with a "click", and shouted vigorously: "The number of mobs has exceeded 500, and if we don't take deterrent measures, I'm afraid that some rioters will break into the concession and threaten your safety!"

The dragoons were limited in number and could only hold the gate and three main roads. If the mob overflows enough to break through the walls, it is likely to turn into a locust raid, and Elaine's personal safety will be threatened.

Elaine stood behind the floor-to-ceiling window in the corridor, wearing a golden crown crookedly, dragging her golden robe on the red carpet, quietly staring at the black and oppressive human head outside the window. So much so that after the dragoon scout reported loudly, he fell into a cold scene, and no one answered him.

Lily wrung her hands nervously and followed Elaine. A tall, lanky gentleman with a delicate beard hunched over behind Elaine, playfully silent.

"What kind of deterrent measures?" Ai Lian did not move, her indifferent voice floated, her voice was like a cold spring in the mountains, pleasant and smooth, but cold to the bone.

"The shield wall front drew its sword and charged thirty paces, beheaded twenty pieces, and punished its backbone, and blood splattered three feet -- the chaotic people retreated. Even if the dragoons were afraid, they did not dare to hide it, and told the only way.

Elaine asked softly, "Oppenheimer, what do you say?"

"The Concession Guards will never be able to resist these mobs, and if you hadn't led the dragoons to Bafaria, I'm afraid I would have become a piece of flesh trampled on by ten thousand people. The cunning Oppenheimer pushed down his gold-rimmed glasses, "I am deeply impressed by the foresight of your uncertain prophet, Your Highness. Your wish is my will, and I am willing to obey all your decisions. ”

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. Elaine didn't allow Oppenheimer to play the side ball, and pressed the generous gentleman with a word, forcing him to make a statement, "What do you think of the deterrent measures he said?"

"The untouchables are inexhaustible. And there was only one Habsburg Regent. Oppenheimer bowed and saluted: "In the name of the Habsburgs, it is not too much to kill them all." ”

The dragoon scout knelt on the ground, and his heart was relieved when he heard that the branch executives were all supporting him.

Elaine looked down at the commotion outside the window, gritted her silver teeth and burst out: "Knight, the steel shield on your back, your helmet, and your heart goggles are all made by Bafariyat for snow steel, all from these worthless mobs outside. Do you remember?"

The dragoons chuckled in their hearts, knowing that it was broken.

The long purple hair flew up and down, and the Empress turned her head angrily, glaring at the knight on the ground, disappointed by his timidity: "You are an elite knight, a blazing dragoon! You have the courage of a hundred warriors, but you are so cowardly that you can kill the defenseless civilians of your neighbors? Do you want Fort William to break with the dynasty completely?"

"Absolutely not!" the dragoon hurriedly shouted, "It's just ......"