Chapter 118: Turning the tide in adversity! Earning 600 points!!! (4k)

Although it was less than two weeks, it was actually only ten days.

While the entire Augusta Manor was immersed in anxiety and busyness, the time passed quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the deadline arrived.

Looking at the various documents covering the desk, Graya, with dark circles under his eyes, slowly put down the pen in his hand.

During these ten days, in order to help Her Royal Highness collect the 576 points for the Royal Selection, he worked so hard that he barely slept for a few hours.

At the same time, Graya finally realized how outrageous what Lin En had done before was.

Less than a month.

In just over half a month, he actually got a full 3,000 points from the Holy Oak Organization! Throughout the history of the Saint Laurent Empire, few people could do the same thing as him.

Compared to Lynn, Graya suddenly felt his own weakness.

The biggest problem facing us is that the scoring mechanism of the Holyoaks institution has never been made public.

No one knows what can increase the Wangxuan score, what will result in a deduction, and what the weight is.

Therefore, each prince and princess basically has control over an intelligence organization to help them find mechanisms to gain extra points, and then they can sum up a set of rules by feeling their way forward.

However, those are confidential matters and cannot be shared with the outside world.

Yvesette naturally did not have such an intelligence network.

After all, her rating was negative three thousand not long ago. If she really knew some inside information, it wouldn't be so outrageous.

At present, the only thing that Augusta Manor can do is to achieve some political achievements or projects in the name of Yvesette as much as possible.

Although I don’t know how many points I can get, if I do nothing, it would be equivalent to completely withdrawing from the king’s selection.

Her Royal Highness the Princess still doesn't want to pay attention to anyone at this moment, so they can only try their best and do what they can at the moment.

For example, within these ten days, Graya made the family bleed heavily.

Due to the previous Level 0 Sealed Object riot, most areas of Orne City were reduced to ruins, with heavy casualties, and are currently in the disaster recovery stage.

But if we want to rebuild, funding is an issue we cannot avoid.

The rich and nobles naturally didn't have to worry. In fact, with the protection of the seals and the church, most of them were preserved intact in the disaster and few people were killed.

But for the poor, this is undoubtedly a disaster.

At present, there are probably more than 200,000 homeless victims wandering around the city for various reasons.

Not to mention other things, the food problem alone is a big trouble.

Once a person is very hungry, those dark and dirty thoughts and desires will also expand.

In just these ten days, according to the information from the city council, the number of robberies and murders has increased hundreds of times compared to the past! The entire city, except for the upper-class areas where the nobles and wealthy live, has gradually evolved into a chaotic and lawless area.

Even the police force of the Public Security Bureau is far from enough, and even if they encounter a case, they will choose to play dead.

It was in such a desperate and oppressive environment that the nobles, from a high position, admired the ugliness of these untouchables as if they were watching monkeys.

However, they secretly gathered up the resources of the entire city, raised the prices of food and other necessities of life, and made the most filthy and despicable money.

However, Augusta Manor did not make a fortune under such circumstances, but unexpectedly chose to make generous donations.

They spent huge amounts of money to buy food from merchants and nobles, and then sold it back to the market at extremely low prices. They even distributed relief food to homeless disaster victims for free in the name of the Third Princess.

This was the only solution Graya could think of.

The order of the whole city has disappeared.

He can only do what he can.

But no matter what, Graya knew it very well.

Compared to the amazing things Lynn had done before, these were completely insignificant.

As for the 576-point hole in the rating, it's not worth mentioning at all.

Thinking of this, unbearable anxiety once again rose in my heart.

After you left, nothing went well.

Graya covered his forehead and sighed softly.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

Morris walked in quickly, his face also looking very tired. It seemed that he had been busy with the affairs of Her Royal Highness the Princess these days.

"Have you seen Monsieur the Duke lately?"

Graya saw his figure and asked with a hint of hope.

Obviously, Duke Tyrvus is their only hope to turn the tide.

Morris paused, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes: "No."

"Since he left here ten days ago, he has never come to visit Your Highness again. It's as if he has disappeared from the face of the earth."

"But from time to time, some negative news comes out from the public, saying that he was the one who facilitated the implementation of the New Food Act, and now he has made a lot of money and is preparing to run away."

"Mr. Duke, what exactly does he want to do?" Graya pinched his brows, "Does he want to dissolve the alliance with His Highness?"

After saying this, the room fell into silence.

In fact, they both knew it very well.

If it were anyone else, when faced with the situation where Her Royal Highness had completely lost her fighting spirit and his real angel investor "Lynn Bartletion" had died, he would probably have already run away.

He was an honorable Elector; they could not and had no right to ask him to do anything.

After a long silence, Morris said, "The Holy Oak Messenger will be here soon. Let's go to the reception room and wait."

Looking at the Augusta Manor in front of him, the silver-haired young man slowly got off the carriage.

He didn't expect that he would return here again in just one month.

The last time was for Lynn Bartletleon, and this time, it was for Yvesette.

It’s just a pity that the funny little guy died in this disaster.

Even before he died, he did not forget to trick him.

Ferit was not actually too angry about what happened that day, but more of a regret.

He felt a little regretful that he was not firm enough when he asked Yvesette for Lynn that day, and that the price he offered was not generous enough.

You won't meet many such interesting guys in your lifetime.

As he thought about this, Felit slowly walked into the manor under the panic-stricken guidance of the maid.

He is not the protagonist today, but will play a novel role.

As the city of Orne is too remote and Ferit is the only royal family member left here, the Holy Oak Agency entrusted him to act as today's notary.

Notarized for the first princess to be eliminated from the royal election, Yvesette Roland Alexini.

Only in this way can this ceremony have sacred and legal effect.

As the door was gently pushed open, he saw the white-haired woman sitting beside the bed.

After only not seeing each other for a month, his half-sister began to feel a little strange to him.

Although her appearance had not changed at all, she gave people a feeling of being withered at this moment.

Felit walked slowly into the room without changing his expression.

"My dear sister, I'm here to see you."

He slowly walked to the bed, stood beside Yvesette and looked at the scene outside the window together.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

I always feel like there seems to be some chaos and noise coming from the wealthy area in the distance.

But this did not attract Ferit's attention.

Seeing that Ivester said nothing, he was silent for a moment, then said, "Have you really made up your mind to completely withdraw from the royal election?"

The cold white-haired woman still remained silent.

Seeing this, Felit muttered to himself: "Yes, it is still difficult for you to get more than 500 points in five days."

"Even for me, it takes a lot of effort."

However, Yvesette sat in the wheelchair like a piece of wood, as if he did not exist at all.

Seeing this, Felit sighed.

"How rude." The silver-haired young man said in a low voice, "That's why I, Hilina and I, as your older brother and sister, hate you so much."

"Although you are the ugliest one in the Alexini family, you are a little girl. Smile more and someone will love you."

"But you don't like to laugh. You like to hide in a corner and cry silently, and then use some stupid and ridiculous tricks to get revenge."

"If I don't bully you, who else can I bully?"

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"By the way, although it was Albert who carried out the prank of knocking the mask off your face in public at your fifth birthday party, the real initiator was actually me."

“Yvestre.” Felit suddenly squatted down slowly and looked at the white-haired woman with indifference. “In fact, there is one point of view that I have never changed from the beginning to the end.”

"A monster like you should have been strangled to death in your cradle the day you were born."

"The throne is such a noble and great ideal that some nocturnal creatures hiding in dark corners should not even have the slightest thought of coveting it."

"What do you think?"

"Get out."

Yvesette finally spoke.

Her voice was very calm, yet it seemed to carry an extremely cold tone.

"Get out?" Felit smiled. "But now that your strength has been greatly reduced, what qualifications do you have to say such words to me?"

"Oh, by the way, it seems that Hillina has just recruited a subordinate named 'Xia', who is also a very interesting young man. Maybe he will make great achievements in the near future. Even I feel a sense of urgency."

"It's a pity that these things will never happen to you from now on."

"Let's go, my dear sister."

"Let's go together to welcome the arrival of the Holy Oak Messenger and wait for your final destiny to come."

"Perhaps, this is the first and last time I travel with you."

As he spoke, Felit walked to the back of the wheelchair, grasped the handle and pushed it slowly.

But out of his sight.

Yvesette's hands clasped into her own flesh.

Quit the royal election? Perhaps this was indeed the only thing she wanted to do right now, and then wait for the day when her strength would be restored, and for the sake of her beloved puppy, she would take revenge on this dirty and ugly empire.

But deep down in my heart, I still feel a little unwilling.

After all, that has been a long-cherished wish for more than ten years.

Especially when he heard that the woman he hated the most was actually living so smoothly.

But what can I do if I am not willing to accept it? This is how life is.

Everywhere is filled with pain and helplessness.

When Ferit pushed Yvesette's wheelchair and slowly walked into the reception room, everyone in Augusta Manor suddenly became serious.

They all looked at the silver-haired young man at the same time, their hearts filled with tension and depression.

“Don’t be nervous.” Ferit handed the wheelchair to the alert Afia and said calmly, “I’m just a notary doing my job. Just pretend I don’t exist.”

He was too lazy to even pretend to be nice to Ivester's subordinates.

Whenever Ferit feels bored with someone or something, he would have this expression on his face.

He sat on the empty sofa, crossed his legs, looking calm.

Judging from the time, the messenger of the Holy Oak will be here soon.

As soon as this thought came to my mind, I heard a knock on the door.

Everyone looked up, and then saw the brown-haired boy wearing clothes embroidered with golden oak patterns slowly walking in.

His expression was very calm, as if he would not let anyone see the slightest flaw.

Looking at the people in the room, the Holy Oak Messenger first saluted to the Second Prince Ferit, and then repeated the courtesy to Yvesette.

"Since the Second Prince is here, I will directly begin reading out the scores for this royal selection."

The brown-haired boy said slowly.

Hearing this, Felit nodded and said, "I will fulfill my duties and obligations as a notary public and remember everything that happened today without omission. I will wait until we return to the imperial capital and hand it over to Chief Justice Nidro for a decision."

The brown-haired boy leaned over again and pulled out the familiar parchment from his pocket.

"So what's next?"

Unexpectedly, before he could finish his words, he heard hurried footsteps coming from the door again!

Everyone looked up subconsciously and found that Duke Tyrus, who had not been seen for ten days, appeared at the door in a hurry.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I'm late."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, then nodded to Ivis, who was sitting in a wheelchair without saying a word.

Seeing this, a glimmer of hope appeared in the eyes of Morris and Graya in the corner, but then it dimmed again.

The presence of Duke Tyreus shows that he has not given up the alliance agreement.

But now that things have come to this point, to the point where they are irreversible, what can he do?

It's too late for everything.

Graya sighed with a sad face.

At the same time, Felit slowly stood up and took the initiative to salute Duke Tyrus.

After all, the other party is a distinguished Elector and has a large army under his command. It would be good to leave a good impression on him.

But I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

When Duke Tyrvus's gaze swept across his face, he vaguely felt that the other party's eyes seemed a little strange.

After the Duke sat down, the brown-haired boy continued with his purpose for today.

But when he turned his eyes back to the parchment with the characteristics of the seal, he saw the number change somewhere on it, and his eyes shrank slightly! His good professionalism made him hold back the turmoil in his heart.

"Then I will read out the King's Choice score of the Third Prince, Yvesette Roland Alexini."

"In the last round of evaluation, your highness' score was -576 points, ranking last among the nine princes."

"After this rating update, your sequence ranking remains unchanged."

The clichéd words made the eyes of the subordinates around him dim.

".But the points you have have changed."

The words of the Holy Oak Messenger came again.

"Your current King's Choice score is 24 points."

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(End of this chapter)