Five Hundred and Forty-Eight Keen Sense of Smell

The car door was pulled open, his ass moved from the plush leather sofa in the luxurious car, and Palak Stram got out of the car.

He was the Emperor of the defunct Palak Empire and is now the Duke of Palak of the Irish Empire.

Like the other dukes of Alan Hill, although he is called the grand duke on the surface, in fact, this title is completely different from the grand duke of the "prince".

This is the new title of Alan Hill. The name is the Duke, but in fact he does not have his own fiefdom. Although it is hereditary, it can only be passed on to the eldest son and grandson in the family, and the rest of the relatives can only go to a certain way out by themselves.

Grand Duke Higgs, the current Minister of Defense Kastner, Grand Duke Harriet of Kashyyyk who has gone to live permanently in the vast sea, including the Grand Duke Palak in front of him, all belong to this kind of nominal "nobility".

According to the order of the empire, before going to his new home, the Grand Duke Palak Stram must report to the imperial capital, meet with his majesty the emperor, swear allegiance to the new emperor, and participate in rewarding him for his contribution to the empire. The great achievements of the soil.

However, His Excellency Grand Duke Palak, who has already sacrificed the empire, handed over the army, and even dismissed more than half of his entourage, felt the subtle change in the atmosphere of the imperial capital before attending tonight's banquet.

No matter how sloppy, no matter how incompetent, the former emperor of the Palak Empire still has political vision and a keen "smell" for observing words and deeds.

If you think about it, you can understand this point: after the rise of Alan Hill, you can hug Alan Hill's thighs without any distractions. In the southern region, the Bammyhir Empire, the Kashyyk Empire, and the Southern Kingdom, as well as How could a person who remained unwavering when the Jesno Empire opposed the Alan Hill Empire be an incompetent idiot?

He just sees it better than others.

When he knew that he had no chance to choose, he had already made the most correct choice. Therefore, when the grass was green on the graves of the emperors of the Jesno Empire and the Bamershire Empire, this Mr. Strumm still had the title of Grand Duke, and he could have dinner with His Majesty the great Emperor Alan Hill.

This time, his keen sense began to remind him that something seemed to be about to happen.

"Tom...Tom..." Standing beside the car, looking at the top of the Elland Hill Palace in the distance, the huge eagle flag that rises with the rising sun every morning slowly descends, Stram He beckoned to call his most trusted butler.

The mature and prudent butler just got off the slightly inferior car behind with a slightly bent body,

Hearing his master's call, he hurriedly came to Stram in three steps at a time, and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty... what's your order, master?"

He had just changed his tune not long ago, and he was not used to calling his master by other names. But he also knew that he had to be cautious at this time, after all, he was still in the imperial capital, and his every move, every word and deed was still under the surveillance of that terrifying and elusive "Special Mission Department".

When he heard His Majesty's words, Stram's face turned pale with fright, but when he heard the butler change his words in time, he calmed down somewhat, and scolded: "Be careful next time!"

After the housekeeper nodded, he continued to talk about what he wanted to say: "Go and find out, what happened..."

The housekeeper understood, bowed slightly, took two steps back, turned and left. He ran across the road with small steps, found a passerby to stop him, and stuffed a 10 gold coin note into the other person's hand: "Sir, I want to ask you something..."

Not long after, the butler returned to the Duke of Stram, who was still standing at the door waiting for the news, and said in a low voice, "A few hours ago, Greckon's Ronza de Lafa jihad died..."

"What does this have to do with Alan Hill?" Stram glanced at the somewhat impatient officer of the Special Mission Department of the Guards who was waiting not far away, and then lowered his voice: "What the hell? one thing?"

Those officers pretended to be protecting the Grand Duke, but they were actually placed next to Stram to monitor his every move. Although the Grand Duke's freedom is not restricted in any way, if something out of the ordinary is really done, these Guards soldiers even have the right to do it directly...

The butler also lowered his voice, because what he said next could easily lead to a lawsuit for talking about royal family members without authorization.

He coughed lightly, and said cautiously: "Longsard Lai Fasheng, the relationship with Princess Vivienne is very good...The princess grew up by his side, and the two love each other like father and daughter..."

"Hiss..." Stram gasped, then looked at the tall and wide palace gate behind him.

In the past, the grand and majestic main entrance of Ellandhill Palace now seemed like a bloody mouth, waiting ferociously for him to walk in, as if it was a prey thrown into a net.

Feeling that he was about to be swallowed by a huge prehistoric monster, Stram shuddered all over his body, and subconsciously held the butler's arm with his hand.

Supporting his master, the butler also clearly felt that His Majesty, the former emperor of the Palak Empire, began to tremble non-stop, so there was no calmness to speak of.

When he just got out of the car, the man who was conferred the Grand Duke of Palak was still a little bit high-spirited, but now all that is left is boundless fear.

It's no wonder that Stram is as timid as a mouse, but no one dares to drink and have fun when the princess is sad, right? This is still a celebratory banquet, celebrating what?

In case the imperial concubine thinks too much, in case the emperor is suffocating an evil fire and has nowhere to vent, he hits the muzzle of the gun again.

It's a trivial matter whether the Grand Duke does or doesn't do it. Wouldn't he be a complete unjust ghost if he lost his life like this?

After thinking about this, Stram immediately turned around and said to the impatient guard officer over there: "General, general... please let me know, I, I am not feeling well, so the banquet will be cancelled. ..."

Because of his nervousness and fear, he even called out the general to a small major. Before the officer came back to his senses, a stack of Ireland Hill gold coins was stuffed into his hand by the steward.

Just by looking at the thickness, one can tell that this is quite a large amount of cash. A rough calculation shows that there are almost several thousand gold coins. The officer's impatient face finally looked better, and he sneered and said, "Wait here!"

After finishing speaking, the officer turned around and walked to the side door of the palace, showed his ID to the guard on duty, checked his identity, and handed over his weapon before he was allowed to enter.

Soon, Prime Minister Des, who hadn't prepared any banquet at all, and didn't even ask, heard the news that Stram claimed to be sick and asked to cancel the banquet.

He put down the pen in his hand, rubbed his fingers twice on the chin that had just grown a beard, and nodded indistinctly: "This Stram is a talent. At least the ability to read words and expressions is really good. It's impressive."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the officer who came to send the news, and said: "You can take the bribe I gave you, which is considered as an action subsidy. In addition... tell Stram that the high-level empire already knows his attitude. Let him rest assured that Alan Hill will not do such things as crossing rivers and demolishing bridges."

After giving the order, he waved his hand, and the officer nodded slightly, then exited Des's office.

Stram, who was about to collapse from waiting at the door, finally saw the officer who came out more than an hour later.

When the other party stood in front of Stram again, the disdain and irritability on his face had turned into a pleasant smile.

Moreover, when he spoke again, the news brought by the officer sounded like a fairy voice in Stram's ears: "Master Prime Minister of the Empire, please rest assured that Alan Hill will not do such things as crossing rivers and demolishing bridges." of."

"Thank you! Thank you!" Stram hurriedly thanked him, as if the other party was the Duke and he was a colonel.

In the majestic palace, a group of waiters are packing up the newly prepared plates and the prepared dishes.

"This duke is really miserable..." A chef put the fresh giant claw shrimp into the tank dedicated to raising it, and said with emotion: "It's just such a meal in a country, but it's cancelled. "

"Isn't that right... I heard that people are coming, so if they say it's cancelled, it will be cancelled." Another chef poured the chopped fresh vegetable leaves into the second-class food bucket on the side, shook his head and said, "Come on!" Good ingredients are cheaper for us.”

Fresh ingredients are prepared for the royal family and state banquet guests, but the rest of the ingredients can only be eaten by various staff working in the palace. This is the rule, and it cannot be messed up in the slightest.

"Your Majesty has delivered a eulogy, and still want to eat this meal? Unless he doesn't want to live anymore." A maid hung a kitchen knife back on the wall, and said with a cold snort, "For he is wise, otherwise tonight, You might as well chop him up."

"Can you stop being so disgusting, this is the kitchen!" The older maid foreman wiped his hands on the apron while looking at his colleague with contempt: "Speak nonsense, be careful I will tear your stinky mouth apart!" mouth!"

Seeing that the old foreman was eight feet tall and had an eight-foot waistline, and then weighed his own and the opponent's ability to talk, plus the blessing of the foreman's status and the opponent's tendons, the tongue-chewing maid swallowed a mouthful of saliva , endured the urge to push back.

"Hurry up, everyone! In 15 minutes, His Majesty's dinner will be ready... The taste is lighter, and His Majesty has a bad appetite! The main dish is six-eyed fish porridge, which is the favorite dish of Princess Vivienne Hurry up, hurry up! Move!" The chef in charge of the spoon came in with his hands crossed, and everyone immediately became nervous, and the sound of pots and bowls colliding once again resounded in the kitchen.