Spacious room, extravagant crimson curtains hung on both sides, and the moonlight at night through the window left a thin piece of coolness on the carpet. The delicate wall lamps and candlesticks make not even a shadow visible in the room, and the orange light against the red carpet makes it even more warm.

When Edward entered the room, Berrion Marcherus, who was sitting on the soft couch, was enjoying the quiet night outside the window, and Gavin Brindisi was standing on one side of the room, guarding the kettle on the coffee table as if making coffee.

"I chose to meet you here in the hope of making you feel more comfortable - Marco Tasker told me that this café was the property you entrusted to him, and it seems that you have an impressive knack for making money. The chuckling Berion pointed to the soft couch beside him, and his actions seemed to be as natural as the owner here: "Please sit down, and by the way, let Jiawen make you a cup of coffee." ”

Edward, who was silent, stepped forward and sat on the chair opposite him, and Gavin, who was holding the coffee pot, looked at Edward with a cold face, but he was very familiar with brewing two cups of coffee in his hand and placing them in front of the two people, standing behind Berrion vigilantly.

"Alright, you're ready to go. The Duke of Barrion picked up the coffee cup, and said mildly but irresistibly, "I believe in Viscount Edward's character, he would never do anything to hurt me in such a place, right?"

Of course...... A playful smile flashed across Edward's face, but it had nothing to do with morality or anything, it should have been sanity - anyway. If tonight the Duke of Berrion dies next to himself. Even if someone testifies for himself. His own head will also hang on the city wall.

A vigilant Garvin glanced at Edward, then respectfully apologized to Berion and retired, and then closed the door shut, leaving only two people left, so quiet that only the sound of Berion drinking coffee could be heard.

"I'm guessing you're wondering why I invited you here, right?" Berrion smiled a little as he took a sip of his coffee, "Actually, I've been interested in you since very early on. Presumably...... After hearing about your performance in Bright Star City, it was amazing. Of course, there is also the more surprising thing that Brother Horace attaches to you, so I can't be without interest. ”

"That's really flattering to me. Edward lowered his head slightly with a "humble" smile, paying close attention to Berion's every movement and expression.

"So you have to understand that I am concerned about some other things about you -- like dear Marco Tasker, like you and Alan Kwyn...... Now it's the close relationship between Miss Witwood and everything you do. Berrion slowly put down the glass: "Then, I finally found someone who can help me realize my dream, a genius!"

"Dreams?" Edward couldn't help but be wary of—the dreams of someone like Berion. Definitely a word that is linked to some similar "ambition", "**". Carefully picked up the cup to hide his nervousness: "What kind of dream is it?"

"Tell me, Viscount. Do you know which family is ruling the three-hundred-year-old dynasty of the Kingdom of Turin?" Although the Duke of Berrion still had a smile on his face, it made people tense: "Who is the supreme of all this, and listens to everything?"

“...... The Marcherus family, of course, yours. Edward replied cautiously, "The whole kingdom is bound by an oath of allegiance to the House of Marchelus, and every castle, every village, every knight with the banner is a vassal of the House of Marcheluus!"

"Right...... No, Edward Witwood, I know you're very smart, so I think you don't need to explain it that clearly. Berion shook his head, his smiling expression making it impossible to guess what he was feeling right now: "After all, the kingdom still depends on two things, the army and the wealth, and in many cases, the latter is even more important than the former. ”

"So, to take control of the kingdom is to hold almost the entire kingdom of Turin in the palm of your hand - so who is in control of all this? Which powerful and ancient family, which controls nearly half of the taxes of the kingdom of Turin, is in charge of the vital grain trade, and is therefore incomparably rich?"

"You're trying to say...... The Minest family?" Edward knew what the other party was talking about, the Duke who had just become the Lord of the Seals, obviously knew very well who his worst enemy was - Marquis Holard Minnest, who had served as the kingdom's internal minister for more than ten years, had long since surpassed the elderly Herodotus, and had always been the kingdom's real one man and above ten thousand. 、

Wanting to be a true Lord of the Seals, and not just a false title, the Marquis of Holard is the first formidable enemy that the Duke will face.

"That's right, the Mineste family!" Hearing Edward's name, the Duke of Berrion's face immediately showed a happy expression: "Think about it, from the appropriation of the Knights to the grain delivered to Turin City every year, almost all of them are inevitably connected to this family, and they control every aspect of the kingdom through gold and wealth, doesn't this frighten you?"

"Who would dare to stand up against a family that controls the lifeblood of the country, or rather, isn't such a powerful family ruling this kingdom?" the more Duke Berion spoke, the more the expression on his face became heavier: "Even the Knights of the Sacred Tree, which are the backbone of the kingdom, have been reduced in size under their suppression, and there is no doubt that the Knights are the most loyal courtiers, but is it fair to be treated like this?"

"There is no doubt that the Minest family is a great vassal of the kingdom and loyal to His Majesty, right?" Edward, who was still calm, whispered, "They have always been loyal to the kingdom. ”

"It's just that the cost of rebellion is too high, so they can only choose to encroach on the power of the kingdom step by step. The Duke of Berrion sneered: "Maybe you don't understand why you didn't make it to the triumphant list, it doesn't make any sense, right? You stubbornly held the Horn Castle like that, but you were ordered not to return to Turin City?!"

"Quite simply, because Your Majesty gave you the Horn Fortress, which the Minnest family wants, and in order to ensure that the Marquis would not take any measures against you because of this, he ordered you to stay in the south and not to return. Seeing Edward's slightly confused look, a slightly smug Berion spoke: "And that's exactly what I suggested Your Majesty did - after all, Fort Horn is your defense, and it is a natural reward to make such an honorary castle your domain." ”

"So, what do I have to pay for this reward?"

"You are really smart, Viscount Edward Witwood. Hearing this answer, Berion nodded with satisfaction and looked at him very seriously: "As far as I know, you are still my nephew's attendant military attaché, and you are also a close confidant by his side, and it is said that Anson also has a very good impression of you, which means that your words are very important to him." ”

"I need you to keep an eye on protecting Anson at all times, it's not normal protection - he's already a teenager this year, and he's about to reach adulthood, there will definitely be a lot of opportunistic guys trying to pretend to be friends and then lead him into the abyss step by step, especially the Minest family, they will definitely not let go of tempting the future heir of the kingdom!"

"Looks like you're really worried about His Highness Anson. Edward couldn't help but speak, "Of course, these are my business, and I will definitely not disappoint you. ”

"He is now the heir to the kingdom, and of course I am worried about his future. Berion smiled, "You know, it would be ...... if someone provoked my dear nephew to point the finger at his uncle."

Before he could finish speaking, a violent loud bang suddenly came from outside the window, and the two people sitting on the soft couch turned their heads at the same time in exclamation, and a black shadow with a whistling sound attacked Berion Marcherus who was sitting there......!

PS: The subscription suddenly dropped, and I burst into tears...... Rollerblading on the brink of pain and death is probably how I feel right now.