Law of the Devil

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[Regarding Gabriel's dance, a lot of people say he's stupid because they think he dares to blatantly fall in the face of the Emperor... and I can only laugh. Many of the accusatory readers, mostly of the Oriental feudal imperial authority, measure the Roland continent. But after all, it is a Western illusion novel, the feudal imperial power in the text, the general culture is also close to the Western European system. In the western feudal imperial power, the royal family is not as harsh as in the East. Even readers say that Muse refused to invite the emperor to dance and then danced himself, which is a crime of deception... This is even more typical of the ancient Chinese imperial power standard to measure the western style. If you can't dance, you can socialize in a western aristocracy. It's just a social problem, not rising to political heights.

If it is true according to Eastern standards, the ancient Chinese emperor and the daughter of the protégé dance together? That is simply not possible.

So, please don't measure Western illusions with Eastern thinking.

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(Chapter 2 today ~)

Chapter 584 [Don't Want Not to Endure It]

Mrs. Liszt is here.

The Marquise came in the middle of the night, as if she was not aware to disturb the dreams, looking at the colours of the gods, but even accepting them, as if she were an invited guest of honor.

When she was introduced to the Dewey Studio by Little Sandy, the late night Mrs. Lister, apparently, had switched from her home to the spectacular evening club at the party tonight. She came in the middle of the night with a thick black fur robe and no makeup on her face.

As she walked into Dewey's study, Mrs. Lister even smiled at Jojo and Vivian as if she had ignored Jojo's undisguised grievance.

Jojo's intention was not to like Mrs. Lester very much —— without him, purely the exclusive nature of a beautiful woman. But all beautiful women, who look as good as others around them, have a natural subconscious animosity.

Besides, ever since Jojo became Dewey's woman, it seems that the sister of the Lester family once had a crush on Dewey... is that all right?!!

I, Jojo's man, and Vivian, split it it in half, that's enough! As for the others, I'd like to share a spoon! Don't say no more doors, no windows!!

“Mrs. Vivian, Mrs. Jojo, excuse me in the middle of the night.” Mrs. Lister smiled gracefully, saying “disturbing”, but she didn't seem very sorry.

And then her eyes snapped, and she stared at Dewey: "Duchess, I think you should know a little bit about me. ”

Dewey smiled and nodded: “Just a little bit more clearly, I just can't believe you're more anxious than I am. Just in time, even if you don't come today, I'll send someone to invite you in the morning. ”

Looking at Mrs. Lister's watery eyes staring at Dewey, Jojo had no reason to be dissatisfied.

Humph, myself and Vivian are still standing next to each other, and this woman is bluntly glaring at me!

The reason why this subconscious feeling in Jojo's heart is even more critical is that Mrs. Lester's glamour does strike, and she asks herself, I'm afraid, the extent to which her eyes strike is far less -- not to mention Vivian, a pure little flower that doesn't even seduce men.

Dewey coughed and Jojo didn't move.

Mrs. Lister found a chair and sat down and Jojo was still there.

I'm not leaving. What can you do? Joe Joe is angry, just dissatisfied! In the middle of the night...

“Sister...” Vivian pulled Rajo Jo's horn, and Jo Jo looked, but only saw this indifferent sister. She looked at herself with her eyes open, as if she meant something to beg for.

Alas... Jojo's heart is really silent.

This weak sister! You think only of Dewey, but not yourself? The smell of weakness gave way, then this Mrs. Lester plugged directly into our house, then regret was too late.

Though I thought so, I was helpless, and Vivian finally pulled me out.

Vivian thought carefully and carefully helped Dewey close the study door before going out.

After the two women went out, Lady Lister's smile on her face revealed a slight ambiguity. “I would like to think that the Duke must be resting. Turns out you are very happy to be accompanied by a good person, but in the wind, flowers and snow moon. I was worried about interrupting your sleep when I first came in. ”

Dewey smiled a little embarrassed, coughed and cleared her throat, which was only right: “Mrs. Lister, you must not have come all this way in the middle of the night to tempt me. It's almost dawn, let's get down to business. ”

“Okay, let's get serious.” Mrs. Lister's smile suddenly converged on her face, spitting out a sentence with no sign of half her mouth:

“Muse will marry your brother, will you? ”

There was no mattress in front of it. Naturally, it was sudden, but Dewey listened, and there was no unexpected look on his face. Even less, there was no hesitation. He nodded his head directly on the spot. The answer was also painful and simple: “Okay! ”

“With the Minister of Finance, I would also say personally that he is an empire minister, with a great deal of energy, and he should understand the meaning of it and have no objections.” Mrs. Lister said that Dewey only showed a little gratitude: "Well, since Madame is willing to say it, it's natural to be better. ”

When they looked at each other, Lady Lister's divine colour grew more serious: "Duchess, don't you have anything else to tell me? ”

Dewey frowned and looked at Lady Lister, this clever and beautiful Marquis, as if she had something hidden in her eyes?

“Something happened tonight.” Mrs. Lester's tone is strong: “I don't know what happened, but when you left, I could see something in your divinity… Dewey, you and I are tied tightly together, and now we are married. Gabriel is your brother, and you are naturally wonderful to him. And Muse is my sister, and I love her, and I don't have to say it! Since you and I are tied together, can't you keep the president from me? ”

Dewey was about to plug, but looking into Mrs. Lister's eyes at this moment, all of a sudden, she didn't know what the idea was, Dewey suddenly made a strange decision!

“I... was assassinated in the palace tonight. ”

Dewey looked calm and spoke of the word "stabbing” as if talking about the weather was easy.

Now Mrs. Lister is really moving!

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“Who did it? ”

Dewey smiled and looked at the beautiful Marquise: "If I knew, I wouldn't have told you about it. ”

I have to say, there's also a reason why Dewey told Mrs. Lister this secret story.

Now that Dewey is in Didu, he doesn't really have any good assistants and staff who are good at channelling power.

Under Dewey, the only one who's good at it is Phillip, but Phillip's far northwest.

And what happened tonight, serious in nature, had to be brought to Dewey's attention! At this moment, he didn't even have a candidate to negotiate a staff officer, and naturally, suddenly tonight, he said to the Marquise.

In Dewey's view, Mrs. Lester's wisdom is not necessarily lost to Philip! This beautiful woman, in the aristocratic circle of the Empire, as a widow, stood for many years and ran such a huge family business, relying on more than just that beautiful face.

Mrs Lister is naturally very good at this power struggle. When I was in the northwest, Mrs. Lister had given herself a plan to get a letter, and the ideas were brilliant.

On the other hand... now that you've decided to marry the Lesters, why don't you just do it for one and two! Tie the two families to a complete death!

So why don't we just tell each other about this horrible event, and after that, the relationship between the two families will go even further.

“Could it be the Regent King...”

Mrs. Lister's eyebrows squeezed tightly, but speaking of which, she shook her head herself again. “No, not the Regent. ”

“Oh?” Dewey looks at the Marquis, and he sincerely hopes to hear some valuable thoughts from this brilliant female elder.

“The Duke… makes it clear that the Regent has been trying to cut your power for some time now.” Mrs. Lester also seemed determined and outspoken with Dewey, and she continued slowly: “In my view, since the Regent has the power to cut your heart, it's a signal: he still trusts you, or he needs to reuse you. Cutting your power is just a normal emperor's strategy, and I think that before that, you did have a little too much power. Cut some, but let less suspicion between the monarchs, is the long way! ”

Mrs. Lister nodded when she heard this insight.

“It would be dangerous if the Regent did not curtail your powers.” Mrs. Lester pondered for a moment, and her tone became more and more positive: “And the title of Dean of your Military Academy. This is also from the Regent, adding a crownless king's halo to your head! The Dean of this Military Academy, a signal he has given, has not diminished the level of trust in his mind, even though it has eroded some of your powers. As this Dean, in less than a decade, the Empire's young and strong officers, most of them will be your gatekeepers, and you will have a strong prestige and influence in the military. Although these are not actual military powers, no one dares to underestimate the weight of this prestige. So... if the Regent gave you this hat, why kill you again? ”

“Rabbits are dead, dogs are cooked, birds are bowed away.” Dewey shook his head: “I'm too tall, too young, and it's not right after all. ”

Mrs. Lister listened, but smiled slightly: "You are also telling the truth. However, it seems different to me… It is clear to me, Duke, that you are a natural genius. A man like you, if he were to replace another king, would most likely refuse to reuse you, let alone take you to such a high position. Because of your talent, you can't control it! Our Regent, but said to be one of the smartest monarchs in the empire for generations, has shown wisdom because he can use you and trust you. I don't think he's the kind of mediocre person who's afraid of being overpowered by his princes - if it were Augustine VI instead, I'd have killed you already. ”

Dewey was silent.

Mrs Liszt did make sense.

But...

If from the normal trajectory, Prince Chen is officially less strong, the wind is bright, and if he is healthy, he has decades to live. Then he, Ming Jun, sat on the throne and naturally dared to continue to reuse himself.

He will use himself again, at least for decades to come.

But... the problem is, Mrs. Lister doesn't know a secret: Prince Chen, I'm afraid she's already been suffering from some kind of serious hidden disease!

This is Dewey's biggest worry tonight!

Previously, he ignored a dangerous question:

Normally, Prince Chen naturally has no reason to kill himself. At best, he occasionally punches himself, slaps him and gives him a sweet date, a carrot with a stick, cuts the power today, gives him another power tomorrow. Emperor's mind technique is always the same.

But... if now Prince Chen suddenly becomes terminally ill, his life won't be long... then he will definitely destroy himself with thunder before he dies!

Because Prince Chen knows very well that a man like himself is not a powerful monarch and can never manage! And now, if he dies, the little emperor Charlie will grow up in the future, isn't Ming Jun?

Young lords are weak and powerful - no royal family, whether in the East or the West, will ever sit idly by and watch this extremely dangerous situation happen!

Make it clearer:

If Prince Chen had 10 or 20 years or more to live, he would be safe, and he would slowly force himself to surrender his power at the height of old age, one step at a time - just like old Prime Minister Robustschel is today.

But if Prince Chen's life is only a year and a half away... then he will never use common sense against himself! Because for a year and a half, it's hard to cut the power of your entire family with normal equilibrium techniques. The easiest and easiest way to do this is to physically destroy yourself, the Duke of Tulips!

Even Dewey, in the palace today, had an idea in his mind!

If I were the Regent King, I would be dying soon, leaving a son who is not yet a minor, and a Grand Duke of Power whose authority is no different in the Empire... then...

I'm gonna kill this guy, too! Never leave a hidden danger for your son!!

So, what really worries Dewey is not just the mastermind of assassinating himself tonight, whether or not Prince Chen.

Step back… even if it wasn't him who killed himself tonight.

So, what happens next?

Now that Prince Chen is seriously ill, he has every motive and reason to kill himself! It depends entirely on how long he can live!

Dewey sighed and whispered:

“Chen... before I have to, I really don't want to turn my back on you...”

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“Dewey, what did you say? ”

Mrs. Lister was somewhat confused when she heard Dewey mutter to herself.

Dewey raised his head and his sincere tone was just less relaxed: “Mrs. Lister, you are telling me everything in your heart, so I can't hide it... I admit that you were right, but if I tell you an extra factor, maybe your whole reasoning, it won't hold up. ”

“What?”

“Chen… our Regent King.” Dewey lowered his voice and showed some sadness on his face. “I doubt it... I'm afraid he's seriously ill...”

shook his head, Dewey did not continue to speak down.

Teng!

Mrs. Lester jumped out of her chair as soon as she heard it and her face suddenly changed color.

Duvian sat there with a deep, helpless look on his face.

Prince Chen... whether you killed me tonight or not, it seems that there is a real crisis between us.

In my mind, suddenly the scene appeared on the day of the coup:

Standing alone under the Imperial City, not far from each other, the dense and numb are all rebels, while being a horse who has just broken up with his family and is homeless.

Prince Chen stood on top of the Imperial City, looking sincerely at himself and drinking aloud: “… I call you the Duke of Tulip! I have a birthday, I will never fail you! On the day my thorny flag flies, the tulips will never fade! ”

That voice, it's in my ear!

And then the coup d 'état developed, the Grand Prince's soldiers were defeated, and Dewey looked at his family to suffer, even on the walls of the city, hidden a dagger in his sleeve, and tried to kill Prince Chen. At that time, he handed himself a bottle of magic potion with frankness...

Dewey closed his eyes.

Chen... I am not afraid of him, I am not afraid of him, I am not afraid of him as an enemy.

It's, like, no! No, no, no!

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(Two chapters today, 10,000 words. Moon ticket!

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