Chapter 63: Sharing the Cake

As he spoke, Bishop Moselle glanced at his subordinates behind him.

The other party retreated immediately.

Ten or so seconds later, as the crowd separated to both sides, a look of surprise appeared in people's eyes.

I saw a food cart being pushed from the middle of the road to the front of the stage by that man.

It was a large food truck, with a specially made giant cake on it. It had four layers and was decorated with various colors. It looked quite tempting.

Considering its size, it would probably be more than enough for everyone present to have a piece.

Seeing the other party making such a scene, a gloomy look flashed in Duke Tyrvus's eyes.

But he remained silent and looked at Bishop Moselle.

Seeing this, Bishop Moser bowed again and said, "I heard that the Duke's birthday is coming soon, but considering that you are busy with military affairs, I dare not disturb you rashly. So I thought of using today's charity dinner to send you the sincere blessings of the Tianli Church."

His eyes were very sincere, which showed that he gave Duke Tyrus enough face.

No matter what, the other party is a powerful person.

Even if he has a stronger backer than him, it would be better if he could win him over with benefits.

Moser's move has two meanings.

Taking the lead in donating money was to tell the other party that without his leadership and approval, these nobles would not stand on his side.

And this piece of cake is equivalent to the olive branch extended to Duke Tyrus by the existence behind him.

Either you don't get a penny and just leave.

Or join them and share the cake.

The choice was immediately handed over to Duke Tyrvus.

Seeing that he remained silent, Bishop Moselle was secretly happy, thinking that he was considering the suggestion behind his words.

So he struck while the iron was hot and said, "This cake was custom-made in the largest workshop in Orne City. It's very large, and it's more than enough to give one to all the guests present."

"In that case, I will go a little beyond my authority and share a piece of the cake with everyone, okay?"

As he spoke, he took the plate and knife handed to him by his men.

"Mr. Tyrvus, you are the most powerful person here." He looked at him with a smile, "The biggest and sweetest piece should be given to you."

As he said this, he prepared to cut.

But at this moment, Duke Tyreus, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke.

At this moment, there was no longer the smile on his face that he had at the beginning of the dinner. There was a deep majesty in his calmness, like a foreshadowing of a coming storm.

"You come to share the cake?" he said coldly, "You are just a bishop of a sub-district of the Tianli Church. Who gave you the right?"

He is talking about dividing the cake, but he is not just talking about dividing the cake.

At this moment, the topic seemed to involve the direct purpose of Tilvus's trip, which was also the fundamental conflict between the two sides.

tax.

"What on earth are they talking about?"

Looking at the tense atmosphere on the field at the moment, Graya said in a daze.

Lin En scratched his crow mask and said, "In general, it's probably a conflict between the royal power and the nobility."

The Duke of Tyreus came to collect taxes on behalf of Saint Laurent VI.

However, such a high-ranking and powerful person was obstructed by local forces.

If they didn't have the support of the great nobles of the imperial capital with a long history, how could they dare to be so bold? "Although I don't understand it very well," Graya glanced at him, "but Her Highness seems to have been looking forward to your help. What are you going to do later?"

"What? Help the Tenli Church disperse its firepower?"

"Don't be silly. At a time like this, it's best to just wait and see what happens." Lin En laughed, "Only a fool would take the initiative to get close and become a living target."

Graya glanced at him, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

Hearing Duke Tyreus' sudden attack, Bishop Moselle froze in his tracks.

He looked up and found that the other party had a stern expression, a pair of tiger eyes that seemed to be shining, staring at him with majesty.

Fortunately, Bishop Moselle had seen many storms and waves, so he did not show any fear on the surface.

"Mr. Duke seems dissatisfied? In that case, you will be the one to divide the cake."

As he said this, he was about to hand over the knife in his hand.

This is actually a huge concession.

Moser thought that Duke Tyreus had an overly greedy appetite and wanted more, so he was prepared to agree temporarily to satisfy his greed first.

But unexpectedly, Duke Tyrus shook his head again: "Just because I said you don't have the right to share the cake doesn't mean I do."

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He once again rejected Bishop Moselle's offer.

For a moment, Bishop Moselle stood there in a daze, his face seemed a little gloomy.

After hearing such arrogant and unreasonable words, the atmosphere around them also turned cold.

A pair of solemn eyes looked at Duke Tyrvus, thinking that the other party was about to start an attack.

At this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly asked: "Dear Duke, since you said so, who has this right?"

"Does it have to go through our internal election?"

This is a good-natured joke.

The person who spoke seemed to have a prominent position in the city of Orne, so the people around him responded with a few low laughs.

He seemed to be trying to ease the tense atmosphere in this way.

But Duke Tyreus did not take this as a joke.

"Election? It sounds like a good idea." He swirled the red wine in his glass and said calmly, "But this will also bring two problems."

"First, it will ignore the wishes of a small number of people. For example, among the guests present, perhaps not all of them want to share the cake with you, but they have no choice but to accept it."

As he spoke, Duke Tyrvus glanced around.

Sure enough, a few of the guests showed hesitation on their faces.

"Secondly, who can guarantee that the person who is elected will not become more greedy after tasting the delicious cake and take the portion that should belong to others, resulting in unfair distribution?"

As he spoke, he glanced vaguely at Bishop Moselle standing beside him.

As if hinting at something.

Bishop Moser's face turned pale and red.

At this moment, someone in the crowd spoke up again: "What if we send another person out to supervise the person who divides the cake?"

The person who spoke was a member of the city council and a local noble himself.

"This method is even more stupid." Duke Tyrvus shook his head, "You will definitely collude with each other."

Hearing this, the man turned pale.

It is obvious that the power corruption in the city of Orne has become known to everyone.

(End of this chapter)