A medium-cooked veal steak, half a glass of mellow Black Gran spirits, the Count of Frodo quietly enjoyed his simple but never cheap exquisite dinner at sunset, he loved spirits, especially the highland ales from the Hergran region of the southeastern Empire, although there were still many nobles in the upper circles of the imperial capital who privately considered the Black Gran to be a 'source of evil' The poisonous snake on the tongue of the inferior', but the Count Frodo has a soft spot, this is not to say that he is a maverick, the point is that only this spirit can bring him his ideal passion, for the Count Frodo, if there is no shortage of various precious wines in the imperial capital's dinner party are warm and sweet, like a man's wife, then the black Gran spirits are like a man's lover, hot and unrestrained, and can bring lasting enthusiasm to men the most, so since he lost his wife many years ago, he has never thought of finding a meek wife to accompany him again, but just with a glass of strong liquor, a hot lover to maintain his continuous enthusiasm。 Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He delicately cut off a small veal steak that was still bloodshot and served it in his mouth with spirits.

On the opposite side of his long dining table was a young man with more maternal factors in appearance, a young man with a pair of narrow eyes, dotted on his handsome face that added a lot of femininity to him, he was Turing-Constantine, the fourth in line to the throne of the vast Constantine family, and the only surviving son of Frodo opposite. There is a detail here that is quite intriguing, that is, to some extent, Turing is not only the direct heir of the first order of the Constantine family, but also the direct heir of the first heir of the Constantine family, Count Frodo, and this is not uncommon in the empire, but it is indeed uncommon, in fact, it is also a major breakthrough for many male nobles who are jealous of Count Frodo's good popularity in the circle of noblewomen like to attack Count Frodo.

What could be more embarrassing than fighting with your own son for the right to inherit the family?

The father and son dined quietly, no one spoke, and even their eyes rarely met, but even though there was almost zero communication during the whole dinner process, the atmosphere at the table was not dull or depressing, just blindly quiet and quiet, it seemed that the way their father and son got along with each other has always been like this, and it should have been.

So on the balcony of the spacious Castle of Constantine, where the imperial capital was closest to the setting sun, there was no other sound to disturb the dinner of Frodo's father and son, except for the occasional sound of knives and forks intersecting with plates.

It wasn't until a middle-aged man quietly appeared on the balcony and appeared next to Count Frodo that the peaceful silence was finally broken.

He was the personal butler of Count Frodo.

He spoke in the ear of Count Frodo, his voice was very soft, and it was completely impossible for Turing on the other side to hear what he said, but Master Turing didn't seem to be interested in what he said to Frodo, and enjoyed his dinner from beginning to end, he didn't even raise his head, while Count Frodo listened and ate quietly, his expression was always calm and calm, as if his personal butler disturbed his dinner just to report some boring things, and it didn't matter.

The butler quickly retreated.

During this period, the young master Turing on the opposite side finally paid a little attention to his father's expression and the details of his movements during the meal out of the corner of his eye, and then thought about it, he still moved his position slightly imperceptibly, leaned back a little, and was a little farther away from the table, giving up the food on the plate in front of him, and also stopping his dinner.

Count Frodo didn't seem to notice.

Cutting off a piece of veal chop again and taking a sip of the black glan, he gently pulled the white napkin from his neck and elegantly wiped the corners of his lips that were already clean.

Under this series of movements, he remained quiet.

But the next moment, as he threw the napkin on the table in front of him, like a lion in a sudden rage, he suddenly lifted the cloth on the table, knocked the plate of food to the ground, and pushed the entire cloth to the ground, causing the food scraps to almost splash on his straight clothes, and almost splashed on Turing, and he wantonly vented his obvious anger.

So the bloody sunset, the food scraps on the ground, and the dinner was finally not quiet again.

Not all nobles are paralyzed and gloomy, and it is easy for them not to reveal their true emotions, but Count Frodo, for example, has always believed that emotions are the most beautiful gift that God has given to mankind, and that there is no reason for mankind to deliberately conceal their emotions and live up to God's gifts. Of course, expressing emotions is a concept, but whether the emotions expressed are directly proportional to his real thoughts is another concept, just like when there was a side viscount of Constantine talking to Count Frodo, Count Frodo kept laughing heartily, and seemed to appreciate the person who had 1/ 4 relatives of the same blood, but when the conversation was over, he did not hesitate to throw the poor viscount directly into the southernmost frontier of the empire, for the inexplicable reason that Count Frodo felt that a man who could please others by talking was more suitable to be a circus clown than a politician of Constantine.

He took a deep breath and quickly adjusted his mood.

Then he said gloomily: "I just got the news that the Knights in Heavy Armor entered the city and trampled on the Stanford district and wantonly slaughtered, and slapped those Stanford guys in the face with a loud slap. ”

Master Turing was indifferent.

When it comes to the choice of expressing or concealing emotions, he has clearly chosen the other extreme.

Count Frodo pursed his lips and sneered and continued: "It's really worthy of my proud and stubborn little princess, how long has it been since such a sensational event happened in the imperial capital? Or is it something that the two girls did decisively, this courage and skill are enough to make you so-called domineering and so-called flying male heirs ashamed and indignant, right?" I'm afraid that the blood you have seen so far is not as much as the two of them have made today, compared to the intrigue on your lips, the small tricks and small intrigues in your secret, the male factor in their blood can be called the bravest man. ”

In the end, he has a profound attainment on the road of literature, and it is difficult to hear whether the Count Frodo is satirical or praised.

Turing looked up slightly.

Looking at his father sitting across from him, he frowned and asked softly, "Is it Nicholas?"

The voice is as neutral and magnetic as his looks.

"Nicholas?is that Alex Yakt's thief lurking in Constantine? do you think he can move the Knights of the Hibiscus Hops? without the backing of your grandfather, my father, how dare he let the knights of the Knights of the Penta be so unscrupulous at the feet of the Bourbon?" The white face of the Count of Frodo was not only anger but mockery, and he did not hide his hatred for the old Duke of Constantine's former personal butler, he slowly got up, stepped over the mess, walked to the edge of the castle balcony, and looked at the bloated imperial capital that could not even be seen, and he said indifferently in the sunset: " We've been speculating about why your grandfather insisted on Sophia's entry into the game, and what cards did Sophia give to guarantee her status, and now the answer is out, and as soon as it comes out, it's a deadly card, the Knights of Heavy Armor, which is one of the core forces of the Constantine family, I really wonder why my wise father didn't directly hand over Constantine's helm to her, what is the point of such an extra move?"

Turing does not have an interface.

He was already sitting in a chair with his back to his father at this time, but he still didn't mean to get up, just sat there, silently analyzing what immeasurable impact this sudden event would have on the imperial capital, on Constantine, and on him.

The family of the empire, especially the larger the family, the more difficult it is to break down the relationship between family affection, father and son, brother, enemy, ally, etc., which relationship occupies the absolute dominance, just like Turing and his father Frodo, are indeed on the same side at the moment, but does Turing really dare to completely regard his father as his father? If he does, will that brother of his country, the blind David, be the him tomorrow? Oh yes, I heard that David is not dead yet? But what is the difference between him and dead now? Even their father thought he was dead, even though he died for him.

His thoughts were undeservedly skewed.

Thankfully, his father quickly pulled his thoughts back.

Standing on the edge of the top of the castle, the wind from above gently swaying Frodo's straight trench coat, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and muttered, "It can't go on like this." ”

"What's the news from St. John's Cathedral?"

"There is no news of much attention, but as always, the Holy See Senate opposes Mass to succeed him as cardinal archbishop of the diocese of Noy, saying that there is no precedent for the Holy See to act as a cardinal archbishop. Turing, who reacted quickly, still turned his back to his father, and he muttered: "By the way, Bishop Tifano from the south has won the special favor of the Holy See Senate and has become the most powerful competitor of the Mass, the only regret is that his popularity is not qualified enough, which affects the final decision of the Senate, and is also the fundamental reason for the delay in the conclusion of this Holy See election." ”

"Popularity?" Frodo's lips outlined a rich sneer: "For the Empire, that kind of thing is like an illegal bitch, it is there when you need it, and when you don't need it, you can kick him away at any time, but for the Holy See, it can undoubtedly only be a legitimate bitch, that is, the so-called wife, whether you want to or not, you can't kick him away, this may be the biggest reason why the Holy See has never been able to let His Majesty the Emperor of Bourbon kneel to receive the 'crown salute', they are too hypocritical, and they need the approval of that bitch too much." ”

What a snarky comment.

Turing subconsciously forgot about his father's wonderful comments.

Count Frodo suddenly grabbed the railing of the balcony and said categorically: "Since there is still no conclusion, there is no need to wait for the final result of St. John's Cathedral, no matter when the election ends, what we have to do now is to let Sophia leave Constantine forever as soon as possible, even if it costs more." (To be continued.) )