Chapter 312 Begins
"What bandits?" Outles Brody frowned as he watched his son hurried along behind him, eagerly asking, "Why haven't I heard of any bandits near Ironthorn Territory recently?"
The world is in turmoil these days, and bandits are plentiful. But even those who prey on the fat sheep need to be discerning, or they deserve to be wiped out. Everyone knows that the new head of the Ironthorn Territory is a Priest-class sorcerer, so they should just rob the wealthy merchants passing by. Who would be so foolish as to attack the territory of a Priest-class sorcerer?
Percy paused for a moment. He seemed to remember something and instructed the guards, "Also, go get my aunt."
"Be polite." He hesitated, then added, "If your aunt asks, just say... her son ordered it."
He decided to take better care of his aunt so that he would not be unable to take care of Mrs. Brody. If something happened, it would be difficult to explain to his brother.
"Percy Brody!" Otters finally couldn't help but raise his voice and shouted at his son angrily: "Is this how you treat your father?!"
The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. His face gradually turned pale. "Is it that that person is causing trouble outside and now it has spread to our home? Otherwise, why did you call that old widow over here?!"
His nephew, expelled from the family, was truly remarkable, having become a rebellious leader. Privately, Aultras Brody felt fortunate countless times that he had left the family early on, taking advantage of his youthful vigor. Otherwise, one day, the entire family would have been dragged to the gallows in the royal city without a clue of what had happened.
His son paused, turned his back to him, and said nothing. Outles felt he had guessed right, and he couldn't help but curse furiously, "I knew it! I should have killed that freak long ago!"
He paced nervously, rubbing his hands anxiously, then turned and ordered Percy sternly: "Go contact your classmates! See if anyone can say a few good words for the Brody family and tell the Royal Court Council that we have nothing to do with that treasonous beast—"
"Father, you are tired." Percy interrupted him calmly. Without turning around, he instructed the servant beside him, "Send the master back to his bedroom to rest. Don't let him step out of the door without my order."
"W-What are you talking about?!" Outles stared at his son's back in shock. It was only then that he suddenly realized that his son had somehow grown taller than he was. The skinny child in his memory, who trembled with fear and tears at the mere mention of his glaring eyes and raising his voice, seemed to have disappeared.
He instinctively raised his hand to strike, but the other man grabbed his arm with surprising force. His son finally turned around, staring at his father, his face twisted in anger, with a completely unfamiliar, cold gaze. Outles Brody was suddenly shocked to find that the servants and guards around him had all remained motionless, not a single one stepping forward to help him.
An absurd fear gripped his heart at some point: When did his son take control of the entire family?
"Percy Brody!" Outlets roared fiercely, "Have you been involved with that beast for a long time?!"
"Father, you are old." Percy did not answer him directly, but raised his chin slightly with a blank expression. At a certain moment, he looked somewhat similar to his cousin: "Don't bother you with these things."
He waved his hand slightly, and two guards immediately stepped forward and unceremoniously grabbed Outles Brody's arms on the left and right.
"Let me go! You traitors!" Outles roared and struggled desperately, but to no avail. His attitude finally softened, and his voice was filled with a hint of anxiety and despair: "Percy, what do you want to do? That man is simply a devil! He will completely destroy the entire Brody family!"
Percy didn't say anything, but just watched in silence as Outles Brody was dragged away, until his father's shouting completely disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Outside the window was a gloomy sky with thick clouds, and a storm was about to come. The walls of Ironthorn Territory looked particularly cold and hard in the twilight.
"...I know, father, of course I know." The black-haired boy stood there, muttering to himself, "He is a devil, a liar, an ambitious, cruel and ruthless tyrant. He has completely... destroyed me."
But what could Percy Brody do? Might as well jump into the abyss together, laughing.
——No matter where, his brother will eventually be crowned king.
…
In the early summer of 1849, during the reign of Cassius II, the Silver Iris Empire's third Blooming Conference officially began. Including this one, only three Blooming Conferences had been held during Cassius II's reign: the first for the king's coronation, the second to quell the rebellion in the north, and this third.
First, the king will summon the speakers and all members of the three parliaments separately and listen to them swear an oath before the throne to show that he has granted the three parties the "equal" right to express their opinions.
The people in the Third Council, the Citizens' Council, were quite uneasy. Compared to a few years ago, the composition of the Third Council had changed significantly. Previously, scholars and businessmen had been the primary participants in the Royal City, but this time, the proportion of workers and farmers, the lower classes, had increased significantly.
Even though they were all representatives elected by the common people of their respective regions and were experienced in their respective fields, many were entering the royal city for the first time, let alone meeting the king, so nervousness was inevitable. While waiting, many present, especially those who had joined the People's Party, couldn't help but occasionally glance at the profile of the unusually young Speaker of the Council, trying to cheer themselves up.
——Mr. Ghost is with them, so there is nothing to be afraid of.
But they were left alone in Yuanxin Palace for more than five hours.
The common people watched with trepidation as the members of the Holy Council, dressed in clerical attire, were respectfully led by palace attendants to meet the king. A short while later, they were also respectfully led away. During this time, the youngest and most handsome Cardinal of the Radiant Church, Pavaton Miller, the "Dustless Light," stopped and spoke a few words to Mr. Ghost in a very friendly manner, then smiled and nodded to the crowd.
Next came the nobles of the Royal Court. Compared to the clergy, their attitude was even more arrogant. Some of them wouldn't even glance at them, as if afraid of offending them. Many nobles frowned at them from afar with disdain, even covering their noses with handkerchiefs in a feigned elegance.
Fina couldn't help but clench her fists. Mr. Ghost didn't make any rash moves, staring straight ahead, so she had to suppress the urge to punch those pretentious nobles in the face.
Greedy pigs, maggots in a dunghill, a bunch of pretentious monkeys with painted faces! She cursed inwardly, and then saw two nobles approaching, one in front and one behind. The former approached Mr. Ghost with a smile on his face, but he didn't look as pleasant as the cardinal, and instead seemed to have bad intentions - how disgusting! What do these bastards want to do to Mr. Ghost?
Under Fina's vigilant gaze, Duke Kamu stood in front of the ghost with a smile, and beside him was Marquis Mani Batman, the head of the Batman family.
"Due to my busy schedule, I once asked Lord Bateman to go to the Brody family and attend your brother's coming-of-age ceremony," the old fox said with a smile, as if he had completely forgotten the embarrassing experience of being scared away by someone at the God's Day dinner. "It was Lord Bateman who handed over the coming-of-age ceremony gift to your cousin on my behalf and also told me about your... heroic deeds."
"Your cousin is also a young talent. At such a young age, he's already a Lord's Prayer-class warlock, leaving old folks like us far behind." He said meaningfully, "The Brody family is truly full of talented people."
"If your memory hasn't faded, I'm not from the Brody family." The professor said coldly, without giving anyone any face. Marquis Batman couldn't help but twitch his lips when he heard it.
Only when the truth was finally hidden did Trang stammer out loud to his family. His eldest son, enraged at his younger brother, nearly killed him—but Marquis Bateman saw this as an opportunity. This rebel leader was truly unique, and perhaps he could resolve the Bateman family's predicament. After all, the fate of the Shrike family was still fresh in his memory. If anything went wrong, the selfish old fox Duke Kamu wouldn't necessarily protect him.
...But this guy's mouth is really unpleasant. He doubts that even the queen would be choked by him if she came.
"I'm afraid your cousin doesn't think so. He truly treats you as a brother." Duke Kamu shook his head helplessly, as if looking at a grouchy junior. "How can blood brothers hold grudges overnight? Don't be too harsh on him."
The professor just wanted to roll his eyes. At this moment, he and the savior reached a consensus: this old man who was suspected of being a pedophile was really disgusting.
The ghost's sharp and bright smoky gray eyes lightly swept across Duke Kamu's wrinkled face, as if he had already seen through all his temptations and attacks, causing his expression to freeze slightly.
A chilling sense of danger arose in his spine. Is that god... right next to him?
"Don't worry about it." The ghost stared at him coldly. "On the contrary, you don't look well. Now that the Bloody Bazaar has been banned, you are old and you should take care of your health."
Do less of those things that are harmful to the world and bring disaster to young people and children.
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