1254 Very Clean

"Burned?"

When Duke Phoenix heard the news, his first reaction was that the young count and Lynch were too courageous.

This is no longer the Middle Ages. The grievances between nobles are often resolved through war. He originally thought that the two sides would only have a small fight.

I didn't expect that it would be so terrifying once I took action.

He took off his glasses and looked at the sky outside the window, feeling a little dazed.

He remembered... It seemed like he had just had dinner now. Why was it so dark that it made people feel a little depressed?

I took out a pocket watch inlaid with many gems and handmade by a famous watchmaker and took a look. It was already close to nine o'clock.

For Duke Phoenix, he may have just lowered his head and solved one thing, or not even one thing at all.

When I looked up again, it was nine o'clock.

While lamenting that time passed so quickly, he leaned back in his chair and asked tiredly, "Have you gone to the fire station?"

"went!"

The butler answered his questions truthfully.

His Excellency the Duke asked again, "How many people died?"

There was some unconcealable sarcasm in his tone. In his opinion, people must have died this time, and a lot of them.

If this matter is not handled well, it will become an international joke, and it will also expose some of Gafra's essence, which is what they least want to show to the world.

Of course, this is also the reason why Duke Phoenix can stop the mediation. As long as one party strikes too hard, he will have a reason to end this "war" forcibly.

He can even use the pressure brought by international public opinion to directly eliminate a certain party!

We cannot let a handful of people cause the international community to make some malicious speculations about Gafra. This is unfair to the entire Gafra people.

This is a good opportunity. As long as someone dies and the Privy Council orders the judiciary to investigate, arrest, and try the case, there will be appropriate evidence.

The butler's mouth moved slightly, "Master, no one died."

"They kicked everyone out before they burned it. They just burned an empty house and the valuables inside."

Duke Phoenix was a little surprised, but felt that this was in line with the rules of conduct for nobles.

"What about those people in Kipling? They just watched their property being burned?"

There is a reserved smile on the butler's face. You can tell that he is smiling, but if you ignore his eyes, you will find that there is actually no smile on his facial expression.

A pair of eyes full of wisdom and talking!

"Of course they wouldn't do that. It's just that the little count and Lynch arranged for another group of people to block them in their own home."

"Master, there are other things I think I should tell you."

Duke Phoenix nodded, "I'm listening."

"When the young count's men took action, they raised their flags..."

Duke Phoenix was really a little... shocked by the news!

"Put up a flag?"

He asked again, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, many people saw it!"

Banners cannot be used at any time. The banners of nobles represent the core of a family and often appear with the head of the family or the main members of the family.

And most of the time it appears in external battles!

They rarely do that internally, there is no need to let their people tremble under the butcher knife in their hands!

Where there are flags, it means there is war.

Duke Phoenix took a breath and scratched his scalp. The numb and comfortable feeling did not make him feel very comfortable. "Now we are in trouble."

After these words, the room fell into silence again.

This is a declaration of war in the true sense. If it was in the past, the Middle Ages or even ancient times, it would mean the beginning of a war between two nobles.

They would gather their strength and fight their way through the land between each other's territories until one of them was captured or surrendered.

Then they would pay a ransom or reparations to end the war and begin to accumulate strength for the next war.

In fact, for an old man like Duke Phoenix, it is a great thing that young nobles still have bloody courage, but it is just not the right time for them to explode.

After a while, he shook his head and said, "Forget it, never mind, they can do whatever they want."

"Go and send a message for me, tell them not to involve innocent people, and not to cause any terrible casualties. Whoever makes this turn into a scandal will be out first!"

When the housekeeper went to deliver the message, Kipling and the old nobleman finally broke through the group of men in black blocking them and arrived at the leather goods store.

Originally, this place was once the pride of the old noble, but looking at it now, the old noble understood for the first time what it means to feel pain in your heart that makes you want to cry, but there are no tears.

His eyes were red, his blood pressure might have risen a little high, and the blood streaks on the whites of his eyes were fuller than ever before.

The fire was almost done, and more than a dozen fire trucks kept pouring water into it, and the fire was finally under control.

The smell of burnt leather, the strange smell of burned leather, and the residual heat from the ground.

Just being close to the fire scene, you can feel that the temperature here is obviously much higher than other places. Whenever cold water is poured into the fire scene, a heat wave will hit from the inside out.

Anyone standing a little closer was forced to take a few steps back!

There is no doubt that there is nothing left in it!

The old noble's hands clenched his fists tightly. He turned his head and glanced at the expressionless Kipling, gritting his teeth.

"This is a war, and now, the war begins!"

He didn't actually want to say this at first. He wanted to curse Kipling, but he soon realized that it was meaningless and would create some gaps between Kipling and him.

What he has to do now is to unite all forces and come back with revenge!

What happened that night had already spread throughout the island before ten o'clock, and even His Majesty the Emperor knew the story and outcome of the incident.

He immediately summoned some royalist nobles and entered the palace. Lynch had already started a war with the noble group, so he should work hard.

He was still a little excited at this time.

He hadn't felt like this for many years. Ever since he ascended the throne, it was hard to be overly excited.

But at this moment, he felt that feeling again, that feeling of not knowing the result, uneasy in his heart, and the excitement of hard work and hard work.

It makes people's hearts tremble and look forward to it.

It was like...just like his father, the night before the previous emperor completely abandoned him and planned to announce who would succeed the throne!

The blood is boiling!

"This is our last chance!"

In the empty ruler's hall, there were only a few thirty nobles, not even one-third of the seats occupied.

His Majesty the Emperor did not feel discouraged. He looked at the dark sky in the distance through the opened main door, with an astonishing look in his eyes.

"I have had many enemies in my life, and I have defeated them every time, and this time will be no exception."

"You should try your best to cooperate with Lynch and break up the aristocratic group. As long as they cannot unite together, we will definitely not lose."

"This is a very crucial battle. We don't need to win. As long as we don't lose, it's a victory for us!"

"As for the police station... I need you to be blind, deaf and mute."

"We must not ignore the struggles between nobles during this period. Of course, we must not let go of ordinary cases. The security of the imperial capital must not decline too much..."

"Get your men ready, give them uniform uniforms that are easy to distinguish, and then wait for new instructions..."

Orders were issued from the emperor's mouth one after another, and the morale of the royalist nobles was greatly boosted. They were in darkness, but they had already seen the light before dawn!

The aristocratic group, the capitalists...

This night is destined to make countless people unable to sleep peacefully. The sudden action of the little earl makes people realize that the hypocritical peace in the Privy Council has finally been broken.

After the old noble returned home, he immediately began to mobilize the people in his hands. He would not let the other party go so easily.

In the Middle Ages, nobles' wars were a waste of money, and now their wars are also a waste of money. Whoever can't bear it first will be the loser!

In addition to his own preparations, the old noble was also actively contacting some of his friends. He saw those flags belonging to different families. This was no longer a one-on-one war, it was a war between two noble factions. war!

There was a night of commotion, and the emperor couldn't sleep.

The next morning, Lynch got up early.

Maybe it's because I'm in a good mood.

"You can sleep a little longer..."

The sun shone in from the window, and Genia gave Lynch a perfect back view. Her smooth skin was very textured under the sunlight.

Her figure and skin are well maintained. As an actor, apart from her acting skills and her beautiful face, the most important thing is her figure.

All the best and most effective cutting-edge technologies in the world serve the wealthy, and this tenet is equally valid in Gevra.

It is said that the royal secret soup, a bath water made with herbs and various things, can keep the skin firm.

The most important thing is actually self-discipline.

Lynch lay on his side on the bed, supporting his head with his hands, "Today may be very lively. If you don't get up early, you won't be able to see a lot of the liveliness."

Genia seemed to realize something, "Are you going to the Privy Council?"

Lynch then stood up, "Why not?"

He walked naked to the bathroom, and the moment the hot water washed over his body, he felt the urge to pee.

He doesn't tell people he pees in the shower, which is how most people react.

"We will all go. We were the victors in yesterday's battle, and we should appear in front of people as victors."

"Instead of celebrating secretly and hiding in the shadows, that's not our style!"