This group of nobles stood out in the bustling crowd for no other reason than that the rest of the people around them were either silent with stern faces or chatting with their friends in low voices. Only they stood there with faces as pale as paper and trembling all over. Anyone could easily see the guilt and fear in their hearts.
The Frostwolf Marquis's face was as sullen as water, his icy gaze fixed on these social parasites. He had already made up his mind: upon the Grand Duke's return, he would submit a petition without hesitation, requesting that these people be stripped of their titles and fiefs and their entire families be reduced to lifelong serfdom, forced to work until their deaths.
Putting these useless parasites aside for the moment, Marquis Frostwolf continued to summarize other problems exposed by the country in this war.
"Let's talk about the intelligence department. Where is the Chief of Intelligence now? Why didn't they gather intelligence on Xilong ahead of time? We're left wandering around the forest like headless chickens!"
The intelligence chief was a fat, middle-aged, bald man with extremely pale skin, as if he had been kept out of the sun for a long time.
At this moment, when he heard the Frostwolf Marquis mention his name, he stood up from the crowd without hesitation and bowed quickly.
"Your Excellency, Lord Frostwolf, and all the lords, I am Chief of Intelligence Nick. Greetings."
The intelligence department is a special agency directly under the Grand Duke, and they only obey the orders of the Grand Duke.
Because of this, even though Nick himself does not hold any title, many nobles still have a minimum of respect for this intelligence chief.
The nobles present also responded with simple courtesies.
Even the Frostwolf Marquis himself is no exception.
Although he was filled with anger, this emotion did not affect his rational judgment; on the contrary, it was this anger that kept him highly alert and clear-minded.
"Ahem..." Nick cleared his throat and briefly explained the cause and effect of the incident.
Before the war, Nick had suggested to Grand Duke Veronica that they send people to spy on the Tin Dragon, but unfortunately, the Jade Kingdom's northern neighbor, the Blazing Steel Kingdom, suddenly deployed troops on the border.
The King of the Emerald Kingdom is seriously short of intelligence personnel and can only borrow people from his sister, Grand Duchess Veronica.
As a result, most of the intelligence personnel in the Golden Duchy were seconded to the Emerald Kingdom. The remaining ones could only barely maintain the daily maintenance of various hiding places. It was simply a fantasy for them to want to spy on intelligence!
After hearing Nick's explanation of the whole process, the Frostwolf Marquis sighed helplessly. He was not worried that Nick was deceiving him, but precisely because it was true, he felt helpless from the bottom of his heart.
In fact, for these great nobles, Grand Duchess Veronica was not a qualified ruler. In the Grand Duchess' heart, her identity as the princess of the Emerald Kingdom far surpassed that of the ruler of the Golden Duchy.
Although the Frostwolf Marquis could understand the Grand Duke's feelings, what should his nobles think?
Are they nobles of the Golden Duchy or the Emerald Kingdom?
Although the rulers of the two countries are indeed siblings, Grand Duke Veronica is the ruler of the Duchy after all. How can she sacrifice the interests of the Duchy for the interests of the Emerald Kingdom?
This is undoubtedly a joke on the future of the Golden Duchy!
If Grand Duke Veronica is willing to join the Emerald Kingdom as a duke, then there is naturally no problem with this move, but the problem is that the current Golden Duchy is still an independent country after all.
An independent country should put its own interests first and focus on its own sovereignty, rather than a country ruled by its relatives.
"well……"
Marquis Frostwolf suddenly felt a headache. As Grand Duchess Veronica was his lord, he naturally could not directly point out her mistakes. He could only express them in a tactful way. However, given the Grand Duchess's character, he would probably forget about the matter soon.
Thinking of this, the Frostwolf Marquis suddenly felt that the anger in his heart had dissipated a lot, and instead he felt a sense of confusion that he had never felt before.
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