Chapter 65 Anyone who dares to share the cake with me is my enemy

When Yvesette heard the crisp sound of breaking glass, she did not raise her head immediately.

She was completely lost in her own emotions, enveloped by madness and disgust.

As a result, it is impossible to receive information from the outside world.

Just as she said.

I have seen similar scenes countless times.

But there are some things that you can't get used to just by experiencing them more.

The scars from the past will gradually accumulate over time and pile up in your heart.

Just the slightest touch and it would become bloody again.

When she was a child, before her powers were fully awakened, her brothers and sisters around her were not so afraid and repulsive of Ivester.

Because he felt disgusted when he saw her appearance, he teased her secretly again and again.

After all, even Saint Laurent VI disliked Yvesette at that time.

They felt no guilt at all for bullying such a little girl.

Although they were blood-related siblings, they never considered her a relative.

They would "accidentally" take off Yvesette's mask at a royal banquet in public, then disperse far away, laughing as they watched the guests at the banquet show expressions of fear and disgust.

Surrounded by whispers and discussions, she could only cry and cover her face.

In the end, Saint Laurent VI never imposed any substantial punishment on the pranksters.

The only thing that needs to be criticized is that the guests were scared.

If I think about it carefully, maybe it’s because of the trauma of the past that even though I now have great power, I still feel an irresistible depression in the face of such scenes.

But after all, she couldn't really kill all the nobles present who hated her.

It doesn't matter.

Yvesette took a deep breath, trying to suppress the desire in her heart to destroy everything.

Anyway, I have been like this from the beginning to the end.

It's always "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?"

At this moment, a familiar voice came into Yviste's ears.

She subconsciously raised her head and spotted the figure.

I don't know why.

The moment she saw the boy in the crow mask, the huge stone that was pressing on Iviste's heart suddenly disappeared.

After hearing the answer from the crow-masked boy, Duke Tyrvus wanted to get angry.

But after realizing the implication of that sentence, he was stunned.

The last pick in the cake division?

At first glance, it seems ordinary, like a sensational answer.

But if you think about it carefully, you can feel that there is some truth in it.

As he said before, human greed is endless.

Once the people who divide the cake take the initiative, they will subconsciously seek personal gain.

Just like the Tenli Church, which embezzled most of the city's tax revenue.

But if they were allowed to share the money last, it would be fairer than ever before.

Because if they follow the original idea, the big cake will be snatched away in advance, and the leftover scraps will be theirs.

This is an interesting idea.

But it is just an idea and cannot be applied to reality.

After all, if it really comes to that, it won’t just be about the people who divide the cake, but also about the people who want to divide the cake and their status.

However, as far as this little topic of conversation is concerned, the boy's answer was undoubtedly perfect.

But he did not reveal his inner thoughts. He looked at the boy with neither joy nor anger: "Is this your answer? An idealist who lives in his own world?"

"Of course, but it's impossible to do it in reality." The boy smiled, "This answer is only about dividing the cake. The actual situation is another matter."

Duke Tyrvus looked at him and said, "If it were you, what would you do when faced with a similar reality?"

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other.

How could they not hear that the Duke was testing this young man? Perhaps the candidate for the evening talk in the study tonight had already been decided.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were filled with envy and confusion.

The envy is because that lucky guy seems to be on the verge of winning the Duke's favor.

The doubts came from the fact that they had never heard of such a young man in the city of Orne.

At the same time, everyone was curious about his next answer.

Hearing Duke Tyrvus' words, the young man answered without hesitation: "If it were in reality, I would first distinguish who is the enemy and who is the friend."

"Oh?" Duke Tyrvus seemed interested. "How do you tell the difference?"

Hearing this, the young man laughed and said, "It's very simple. Anyone who wants to take a piece of the pie from me is my enemy, and everyone else is my friend."

"As you said before, if I can't finish the cake, I can just pack it up and take it away. Why leave it for them?"

The atmosphere became solemn and quiet.

Even Duke Tyreus did not expect that he, who had just advocated equal distribution, would suddenly change the subject and give such an answer.

His eyes were full of surprise and he looked the other person up and down for a while.

Then, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"What an interesting little fellow." Duke Tyreus couldn't help laughing, "What's your name?"

"My name is Lynn, Mr. Duke."

The young man raised his glass in greeting.

"Very good, Lynn, I am very satisfied with your answer. Come to my study after dinner and we can have a good chat."

Feeling that the tense atmosphere just now had completely disappeared, Lin En felt a little relieved.

These people really don't know how to live or die.

If that crazy woman is really angered, everyone present will have a hard time dying.

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Although it is still only the early time point of the original work, the current Ivester is definitely comparable to, or even exceeds the strength of the former archbishop of the Tenli Church who is lying in the coffin.

Later on, they were even more powerful, killing everyone who stood in their way. It was a pity that their cheats were not as ruthless as the protagonists, and they were defeated in the end.

But even so, it is still easy to kill these little Karamis.

So for the sake of his own life, Lin En had to stand up.

"Didn't you just say you weren't going to be a sitting duck?"

Graya on the side suddenly spoke up.

Hearing this, Lin En subconsciously retorted: "You know nothing. I'm just showing off in front of others. Can't you see that Mr. Duke has been conquered by my personal charm?"

"Isn't it because I saw Your Highness was isolated and helpless that I was impulsive?"

"You think too much."

Lynn rolled her eyes.

Hearing this, Graya did not refute but just looked at him with a smile.

Men are hypocritical creatures.

It’s a pity that Lin En didn’t realize this, but instead sneered in his heart.

Because you feel sorry for that woman? Don't be ridiculous.

She could kill everyone present with one hand! Looking at the woman in the red dress standing quietly in the distance, Lin En's eyes met hers in mid-air.

I thought I could get a look of approval from the other party.

Unexpectedly, Yvesette just stared at him.

Her eyes were very cold and stayed on him from beginning to end, making it impossible to guess her true emotions.

It was not until a long time later that he slowly closed his eyes.

I don’t know what he is thinking.

Lin En felt a little uneasy when she looked at him.

Wouldn't this woman bear a grudge against me for ruining her chance to kill everyone?

But if you think about it carefully, if such a big thing really happened, it would not have been omitted in the original book, right?

Lynn's mind was a little confused.

At this moment, he suddenly felt someone patting his shoulder from behind.

The force was strong, and seemed mixed with anger.

Lin En turned around subconsciously and found that a familiar figure appeared behind him.

I vaguely remember that the other party seemed to be the housekeeper arranged by the family in Orne City.

Your name is Sherlock?

Lynn frowned, some bad memories from his previous life coming to mind.

The servants in the mansion behaved disrespectfully towards him only with this guy's approval.

Before I had the time to go back and settle the account, I didn't expect that he would come up to me on his own initiative.

"Why are you in a place like this? Come back with me now!"

Butler Sherlock did not notice his abnormality. He frowned and looked at him coldly, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

Hearing this, Lynn's brain froze for a few seconds.

The other party's domineering tone made him feel insecure for a moment, as if he was the servant.

How did this guy grow to where he is today?

Lynn was a little confused.

But before that, his body reacted subconsciously and he took out a revolver from his pocket smoothly.

Raise your gun and aim.

"Bang!"

(End of this chapter)