Chapter 64 Why bother your Highness with such a small matter?

However, Duke Tyrvus chose to stop talking about this topic.

He did not linger on the congressman for long, but looked around at everyone present.

At this moment, compared with the tense atmosphere before, the atmosphere seemed to have changed again.

After being aggressive at the beginning, Duke Tyrvus restrained his dignity and no one knew what he was thinking.

The issue of "who is qualified to share the cake" has also evolved into "how to share the cake fairly".

The original accountability against Moser and others suddenly turned into a discussion on the imperial political system.

Some smart people understood the hidden meaning in his words and breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the Duke is still somewhat afraid of the Tianli Church and the great nobles in the imperial capital.

At least, I don't want to completely break up like this.

That's why he took the initiative to change the subject.

With this in mind, some people in the crowd bravely said, "Perhaps, we can improve the treatment of the person who divides the cake, and let him cut a large piece for himself first. After satisfying his own greed, it will surely become much fairer."

Duke Tyreus shook his head: "Do you think there is an end to human greed?"

"Since you have shared a large piece, you will definitely salivate over the second piece. In the end, even if you can't finish it, you will still want to pack up the cake and take it away. This is human nature."

Hearing this, the person who spoke lowered his head in shame.

After several guests were frustrated in succession, everyone present lost interest in continuing the discussion.

But if you think about it carefully, what Duke Tyrus said seems to make some sense.

At the same time, a doubt gradually took root in the hearts of many people.

How can distribution be implemented most equitably?

Obviously, no one is naive enough to think that they are just discussing dividing the pie.

Of course, everyone present here is a prominent figure and a vested interest, and the distribution objects they are discussing are limited to the same class.

For a moment, the whole audience fell silent.

Seeing that no one was talking, Duke Tyrvus suddenly smiled meaningfully: "Does anyone have a better answer to the topic I just raised?"

"Don't put too much pressure on it, just treat it as a small episode after dinner."

"In addition, if someone's answer satisfies me, I will give him the last half hour that I originally planned to spend in the study tonight to listen to his ideas and thoughts."

One stone can cause a thousand ripples!

After realizing the inner meaning of his words, everyone's eyes showed a hint of shock.

It is obvious that Duke Tyreus's move was to extend an olive branch.

Unlike forcing them to pay a pledge of allegiance, this is to promote outstanding talents! If they can really be valued by the Duke, even if they cannot gain a foothold in Orne City, it is equivalent to obtaining the qualification to enter the social scene of the imperial capital! Compared to this kind of remote place, it is undoubtedly a step to heaven! For a moment, everyone had different thoughts.

But recalling that the answers from those people just now did not satisfy him, he hesitated again.

After all, the distribution problem has always been a long-standing headache for every country. How could it be solved so easily?

Just as the guests were lost in thought, Bishop Moselle, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke.

"Your Excellency the Duke, if we are to discuss such an issue in public, then I think there may be an opinion from a distinguished being that we cannot ignore."

Looking at Duke Tyreus, he seemed to have regained his composure.

Noble existence?

When this sentence spread throughout the banquet hall, everyone was confused.

If we talk about noble existence, who can compare with Baile Tirvus? Sensing the doubts of the crowd, he did not keep them in suspense, but raised his head and looked towards a corner where no one was paying attention.

Following his line of sight, everyone saw the tall figure standing next to Lady Tyrvus.

She was wearing a red dress and a butterfly mask on her face, looking extremely cold.

Not only that, the moment they saw her, everyone felt a hint of disgust and anxiety in their hearts.

Who is she? Everyone was confused.

Seeing this, Moser suddenly raised his voice a few degrees: "Respected Princess Yvesette, may I ask what you think about the topic just mentioned by the Duke?"

Yvesette?! Why is she at this dinner?!

Could it be that the royal family was also involved in the border taxation issue? ! After hearing this name, many people present subconsciously took a half step back.

Obviously, they were no strangers to the infamous Third Princess.

Even if no one has seen the curse mark on her face, the evil deeds she has committed are enough to make everyone remember them.

For a moment, the scene became a little chaotic.

Their eyes were all focused on the woman in the red dress, with fear and rejection mixed in their gazes.

Things have gotten to this point and are clearly out of control.

Divert trouble away.

This was the method Moselle came up with after learning that Yvesette had secretly attended the dinner.

Shift the conflict and focus of tonight to the Third Princess who is hated by everyone and abandoned by God.

It's disgusting, but there's nothing we can do about it.

Moser knew what a cruel and ruthless character this person known as the "Evil Princess" had.

But does she really dare?

After angering Saint Laurent VI, she dared to kill a regional bishop of the Tianli Church in public?

Just because he revealed her identity in public?

If he really did that, it would not only kill him, but also swear to fight against the Tenli Church and the great nobles.

At that time, no one could save her.

Although he possesses extremely terrifying strength, in this world, just because you have strength does not mean you can do whatever you want.

Even gods cannot do this.

Unfortunately, Bishop Moselle missed one thing.

He greatly underestimated how cruel and ruthless this crazy woman could be when she was in extreme emotions.

And what kind of horrible existence she is in essence.

Hearing Moselle's sudden words, Ivester glanced over with a cold gaze.

Accompanied by a surge of murderous intent that overwhelmed him, even though he was a fourth-level transcendent of the Tianli Church, he instantly had the illusion that he was falling into an icy cave.

Feeling the emotions hidden in those blood-red eyes, a fear stemming from physiological instinct struck Moser's heart.

He stood there in a daze, his legs actually starting to tremble.

wrong!

She, she really seems to dare to kill someone! Mosel thought subconsciously.

At the critical moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Your Highness, I would actually like to hear your opinion as well."

To everyone's surprise, even Moser never expected that it was Duke Tyreus who spoke.

He held the wine glass and looked at Yvesette who was silent in the distance with a faint smile.

"Uncle Tyreus, you."

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Looking at Duke Tylvus roasting her over the fire for some unknown reason, Yvesette was stunned.

She doesn't understand.

From being indifferent to her at the beginning, to now making her the target of public criticism.

Even if he really didn't think highly of her and didn't want to publicly support her, why would he go to this extent?

At this moment, feeling the different gazes of everyone present, a strong feeling of irritation and anger surged in my heart.

This feeling of being watched as an abnormal being has always been a worry that she has buried deep in her heart.

From childhood to adulthood, she has experienced too many similar scenes.

Every time is like this, isolated and helpless.

It's as if I've been abandoned by the whole world.

Yvesette clenched her fingers, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Damn it.

She could no longer control the desire in her heart to destroy everything.

“Snap!”

At this moment, the sudden sound of glass breaking completely broke the tense atmosphere.

Everyone looked over subconsciously.

In the crowd, a young man wearing a crow mask with a sharp beak, holding a half-broken bottle of red wine in his hand, attracted everyone's attention.

Obviously, he just used this thing to hit the pillar next to him, making the noise.

"Sorry, my hand slipped."

The young man said with a smile.

You mean, you accidentally picked up the bottle on the table, and at that moment, you accidentally smashed it against the pillar? Who would believe that? Although I don't know what this guy is going to do, it's obvious that this is a stupid move.

It’s a pity that the boy with the crow mask didn’t know what everyone was thinking at the moment.

He walked forward slowly, picked up the glass of juice that had been placed on the table, and shook the cup gently.

It was clearly just a glass of juice, but this guy shook it to taste like red wine.

"Mr. Duke, you seem to be discussing some very interesting topics just now. Can I, an outsider, join in and have a pleasant discussion together?"

The boy asked curiously.

Hearing his words, Duke Tyrvus raised his eyebrows.

Unexpectedly, he did not feel the same guilt and awe from this young man as he felt from the people around him.

It was as if his identity did not exist.

interesting.

"Okay." Duke Tyrus glanced at him, "But what I'm asking now is...

"Why bother your Highness with such a trivial matter?"

The crow-masked boy interrupted Duke Tyrvus.

These words clearly stated his position.

Duke Tyrvus was stunned for a second, then narrowed his eyes slightly.

Then he turned around and faced the young man of unknown origin.

"Well, tell me, what distribution method do you think will be the fairest way to let everyone have a piece of the cake?"

Duke Tyrvus was a little curious.

What kind of answer would the guy who could stand up in such an occasion and draw fire for the third princess say?

If it was just to attract attention, then... At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the young man.

However, this invisible pressure did not seem to have any effect on him.

The crow-masked boy shrugged: "It's very simple. As far as dividing the cake is concerned, anyone can come."

"Anyone can come?"

Duke Tyrvus's voice suddenly turned cold.

This answer did not satisfy him.

At this moment, he seemed to regard the young man in front of him as a guy who was trying to attract attention.

A faint anger welled up in my heart.

But before he could get angry, he heard the young man speak again.

"Yes, anyone can divide it."

"It's just that he has to let others pick it first, and the last piece left is his."

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