Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 104: Rebellion (middle)

　　Renaissance Palace, Ballard Room.

　　 The setting sun shines through the stone window, drawing a long shadow on the discussion table, like a sword with gold and black handles.

　　 "Is there such a good thing?"

　　 The Minister of Commerce and Industry of the Star Kingdom, Viscount Connie put down the "Emerald City Alternative Service Petition" that had just been sent to the meeting room with a look of suspicion.

　　 "The owner of the iris."

　　Connie looked at his colleagues in the Imperial Conference:

　　"Duke Kevin Deere took the initiative to request the payment of tax substitutes, reduce the number of recruits in the Emerald City, and even support the royal family to expand the standing army to fill the national defense tasks left by the recruits?"

　　The ministers of the Imperial Council looked at each other.

　　Only the one from the Secret Division of the Kingdom went back and returned, and the scarred man who brought back this "petition" stood silently and said nothing.

　　 "Aside from the standpoint, doesn't he know the risks of doing this?"

　　 Viscount Connie squinted his eyes with a subtle expression:

　　"If the Emerald City really fulfills what the letter says, challenges traditions, and shakes up interests... Ha, when every callee in each fiefdom refuses to serve the monarch on this ground, Kevin Deere will become a vassal, no, it is the target of the entire kingdom's aristocratic system."

　　"Not the entire system," military advisor Sodor Reid was excited about the arrival of this letter:

　　"Only those noble lords who follow the old fashioned, old-fashioned and backward, clinging to the recruitment of militia and unwilling to accept taxation."

　　Viscount Connie put down the letter, cunningly and authentically:

　　 "That's almost everyone except the kingly party... everyone?"

　　As soon as he said this, there was a burst of laughter from the Imperial Conference.

　　 "This letter came just right, it spoke out for us, and transferred the pressure," Suduo smiled:

　　"Whether it is the reduction of the Canstar private soldiers or the expansion of the standing army, we have received strong political support and support from foreign ministers, as well as the substitute tax paid by the Emerald City. Joke, the budget question you mentioned... "

　　 But the Treasurer rolled his eyes and was noncommittal.

　　 On the other side, Gilbert took the letter with iris lacquer from Connie's hand, studied it carefully, and refused to let go of a word.

　　 even if this is the third time.

　　 Finally, someone realized that the Foreign Secretary’s face was extremely ugly, and it was incompatible with the relaxed atmosphere of the meeting.

　　 "This letter..."

　　 Gilbert murmured: "What is..."

　　 "Old friend," Sodor noticed Gilbert's state and looked worried:

　　"Any questions?"

　　 The silence of a few people at the meeting affected the atmosphere just now, and the Ballard room gradually became quiet.

　　 Gilbert didn't answer, he just took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, and looked straight to the end of the long table.

　　 seems to be asking for an answer.

　　 On the other side, however, the king's figure was hidden in the dark, and had not moved for a long time.

　　 until another chubby hand stretched out.

　　"It’s a coincidence, when we are thinking about how to reduce the levies so as not to provoke public anger, we are worried about how to find a budget to expand the standing army..."

　　The host of the Imperial Conference, the Prime Minister of the Kingdom, and the Duke of the East Sea, Bob Cullen, took the "Petition" with a very calm face.

　　"When we were still walking on thin ice with trembling, for fear that this matter would shake the country and cause a civil war, this letter came? Give people money and talk back?"

　　 Prime Minister Cullen’s words made everyone at the Imperial Conference fall into contemplation.

　　 Kulun looked away from the beautiful and calm handwriting on the paper, and glanced suspiciously to the other side, the scarface spy from the secret department.

　　 But the scarfaced man is still calm and respectful, deaf and silent.

The Duke 　　 moved his fat belly, shook the letter in his hand, and hummed softly:

　　 "Where is Jayne himself?"

　　The scar-faced man seemed to have just recovered, and he replied respectfully: "It is reported that the Duke of South Bank himself has left the royal capital and returned to the Emerald City for urgent tasks."

　　"Urgent business?"

　　 Cullen re-examined Jane’s handwriting, and looked at the end of the long table from time to time, with disturbing laughter:

　　 "Indeed, it was too urgent, too urgent..."

　　 is obviously good news, but the abnormal attitudes of the prime minister and foreign secretary made the elites of the Imperial Conference start to look at their masters.

　　 However, King Kessel sat in place, motionless.

　　Only the setting sun behind him, through the window, hung countless golden beams of light, enveloping him, from a distance, like a sword to defend the throne.

　　 or prison bar.

　　"Prime Minister, my lord?" Viscount Connie asked tentatively

　　 But Cullen just raised his finger lightly, with a funny expression.

　　 "Suo Duo, I thought at first..."

　　 Prime Minister Cullen’s words are like the evening bell of a monastery, with a deep tone and profound meaning:

　　 "Today you reported on the battle in the north in great detail, and exclaimed Exeter's lesson. You just want to show your favor to Prince Thales and praise his little lover of Dragon City by the way..."

　　Military advisor, Sodor Reid was taken aback.

　　"And you exaggerated the accident in the Blade Ya camp, blindly devalued the conscripts, and advocated the expansion of the standing army, but just pretending to be a posture, at most ridiculously asking prices, paying back the money..."

　　 Treasurer, Jok Mann cocked his mouth.

　　 "But now, look at this letter..."

　　 Prime Minister Cullen glanced at the iris pattern on the letter paper, but turned to the direction of the king, and shook his head with a tut:

　　 "Today's meeting, Your Majesty, you came here prepared."

　　 Kessel V's brows moved slightly.

　　 Prime Minister 　　 put the "petition" together, and smiled slowly:

　　 "Just like before, the royal standing army went to the Western Wilderness to clean up the desert, and to meet the prince, but also to go prepared?"

　　 This remark meant something, and the former officials frowned.

　　 Among the crowd, Gilbert trembled slightly.

　　 He looked far away at the king, his eyes were bitter.

　　 However, the next sentence of the Prime Minister is inexplicable:

　　 "Is it'Sand King'? Or'Whispering'? Or the two are one?"

　　The King of Sand?

　　 whispering?

　　 At that moment, the officials of the Imperial Conference looked at each other, not knowing why.

　　Beyond the long table, the sleeves of the scarred man moved unknowingly.

　　 But the ministers quickly noticed that at the end of the long table, the king's eyes were nailed to Duke Cullen's body and ignored him.

　　"Don’t be surprised, Your Majesty, Midil also consulted me for my opinion."

　　 Prime Minister Cullen didn't seem to care if anyone answered, he just sighed and said to himself.

　　"At that time, although I was already blessed, at least I was still a fat man with strong youth."

　　The words of the old duke are both emotional and lonely.

　　 "Now, when I lower my head, I can no longer see my toes."

　　 Duke Cullen raised his head:

　　 "How about you?"

　　 In a state of perplexity, everyone subconsciously looked towards the end of the long table, towards the silent and silent majestic figure like a stone statue.

　　 "Bob."

　　After a few seconds of silence, the Ironfisted King spoke blankly.

　　 "You are not only fatter."

　　 At that moment, the light of the setting sun merged into countless golden sword blades, lying between the two.

　　 The Prime Minister seemed to be totally unaware and still calm.

　　 "It's getting old."

The voice of 　　 Iron Fist King changed from its previous thick and vigorous, and it has a sharp feeling like a blade of ice:

　　 "I'm still tired."

　　The eyes of King Kessel and Duke Cullen crossed the long table and met in the air.

　　The officials frowned.

　　 "Yeah, I'm tired."

　　 A few seconds later, Cullen avoided King Kessel’s eyes, slowly:

　　"Nothing like the Kingdom is flourishing, the wheels are rolling forward."

　　 The Duke of the East China Sea slowly lowered his head and hummed indifferently, looking like an ordinary old man who had reached his age and was relieved.

　　 "It's not this horse, or that horse. Anyway, I have to pick a horse-drawn cart, right?"

　　King Kessel's eyes were cold and he didn't answer.

　　 "But you are not him." After finishing his last sentence, Cullen closed his eyes tired:

　　 "It's not him."

　　King Kessel remained silent.

　　 At that moment, the atmosphere in Ballard's room was no longer relaxed. Facing the vague confrontation between the king and the duke, everyone was very puzzled, but did not dare to say anything.

　　Except for the only person.

　　 "Your Majesty."

　　 Gilbert looked up complicatedly and became the next person to break the silence:

　　 "Please forgive me for trespassing."

　　He steadily held up Jen's handwritten book, showing the iris pattern on it:

　　"When was this petition written?"

　　 "Last night? Early morning?"

　　 Gilbert's eyes shot directly at the throne.

　　 At that moment, the star sly fox, who had always been gentle, had sharp eyes, even a little aggressive.

　　 Prime Minister Cullen snorted and added a sentence intentionally or unintentionally:

　　 "Still just now?"

　　 There was a low whisper among the ministers.

　　 A few seconds later, the king slowly turned his head, the focus of his sight shifted to the foreign minister he once trusted the most.

　　His eyes pierced the setting sun, like ice-covered tops, instantly dispelling the warmth.

　　King Kessel stared at Gilbert, but said nothing.

The atmosphere of the 　　 Imperial Front Meeting became more and more solemn and suffocating, until someone couldn't bear it and interrupted.

　　"Is it because of the royal banquet?"

　　 On the other side, the treasurer of the kingdom, Joker Man swallowed and asked cautiously.

　　He knows that it’s important, and he’s no longer the rogue he used to be:

　　 "I walked early at the banquet, but I later heard that the Duke of Star Lake and the Duke of South Bank had a little... unpleasant?"

　　 Duke of Star Lake, Duke of South Bank, Royal Banquet.

　　As soon as these words came out, there was another whisper around the discussion table.

　　 unpleasant.

　　 Yes, if you bring your sword to the party, assist the assassin, kidnap guests, and threaten the prince, it’s also considered "a little unpleasant."

　　The king snorted coldly, interrupting the murmur of the royal.

　　 "A little misunderstanding."

　　The words of King Kessel are like a final word, sonorous and powerful.

　　 "It has been resolved."

　　 solved.

　　 Gilbert's heart sank.

　　 No one is stupid enough to ask "how to solve it" at the meeting table.

　　 Viscount Connie and Lord Clapham, Minister of Agriculture and Animal Husbandry, looked at each other and interrupted the current embarrassment: "Very well, then the Duke of South Bank still hopes to repair the relationship with us, unlike the Cyclops on the cliff..."

　　 "That's it?"

　　 But Gilbert's voice rang again, breaking their efforts.

　　"Because he was behind the scenes against Prince Thales, you took the bargaining chip?"

　　 Gilbert, uncharacteristically, unrelenting in questioning, his tone is stern and hasty:

　　 "That's why I got this letter?"

　　Everyone felt that the tension between the king and the foreign minister could not be ignored, and it was better than the confrontation between the former and the prime minister.

　　 Gilbert has always been very popular, military adviser Shuduo quietly gave him a wink, Deputy Bishop Stilianides quietly tapped the table, and even Treasurer Jo Ke coughed pretendingly. cheek.

　　 "Jane is a smart boy," finally, the iron-fisted king spoke slowly, calmly: "It's all right."

　　 "Whenever he does something wrong, he knows how to make up for it."

　　 Many people looked at the "petition" in Gilbert's hand, thoughtfully.

　　 "Make up?"

　　 At that moment, Gilbert looked at the king faintly, and it was hard to describe how he felt.

　　 "Really," Xingchen Cunning Fox's tone is tired:

　　 "Six years ago, the mission of His Royal Highness Thales to the north was attacked by a vampire in the birch forest. You and him also ‘resolved’ and ‘make up’ in the same way.”

　　 The subjects who didn't know the story were surprised.

　　 six years ago.

　　 Vampire.

　　 "Even if you know that Duke Kevin Deere has something to do with the attacker?" Gilbert's tone almost asked.

　　 No one dared to speak.

　　 This time, the King of Stars at the end of the long table was silent for a long time.

　　 "The essence of politics, my friend," King Kessel said slowly:

　　"It is a binding of interests."

　　 Hearing the name, Duke Cullen frowned.

　　 Gilbert’s expression becomes more bitter:

　　 "Yes, I remember, these are the original words of His Highness Midiel."

　　 Hearing the name, everyone shuddered.

　　 "So, Gilbert, my friend, if you want to feel gratitude and enmity, you can directly report your grievance..."

　　 The Ironfist King snorted coldly, his tone changed sharply.

　　"Why read more knight novels."

　　 When facing the king's merciless face, Gilbert's expression dimmed.

　　 "Very good, very right, Your Majesty."

　　 The Minister of Foreign Affairs dropped the letter in his hand and closed his eyes.

　　 "But."

　　 Gilbert’s voice is as weak as a mosquito:

　　 "His Royal Highness Thales, does he know?"

　　 Many people's eyes moved.

　　King Kessel was silent for a moment.

　　, his gaze glanced at the scarface spy of the secret department, intentionally or unintentionally:

　　 "He knows now."

　　 Gilbert slumped and leaned back, no longer speaking.

　　 The dusk has arrived, and the color of the sun gradually increases, changing from golden to dark red.

　　 At that moment, the Supreme King bathed in the sunset even looked a little scarlet.

　　Only his face is still dim under the backlight.

　　The Imperial Conference was silent.

　　 "Enough, everyone."

　　 Just when the participants were at a loss, another voice sounded at the right time, it was determined and decisive, breaking the dullness:

　　 "No matter how this letter came from, since it is already here, we can't let it go to waste."

　　Military advisor, Sodor Reid is full of anger:

　　"Whether it is voluntary or involuntary, whether it is compensation or transaction, since Duke Kevin Deer'kindly' sacrificed his own reputation and interests, he would not hesitate to say nothing, he must also write to his Majesty, pay tax and serve for We share the political pressure and shout for the Fuxing Palace..."

　　 "He didn't have one."

　　 Sodor Reid turned his head in amazement, but Gilbert still closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead.

　　 "Sorry?"

　　 Gilbert took a deep breath.

　　"As far as I know, as early as the end of the reign of the former king Eddie, under the former guardian duke of the South Bank, that is, Leinster Kevin Dier, the regular military service system of the Emerald City has been destroyed and loosened. In name only."

　　 At the Imperial Conference, the ministers who did not understand the South Bank were all taken aback.

　　 Prime Minister Cullen frowned.

　　 "That's how it is, the future generations are terrifying."

　　 "The South Bank, after all, is not the Western Wilderness." The Kingdom Prime Minister laughed blankly.

　　 The others remained puzzled until Gilbert sighed.

　　"After the **** years, due to the depression of the territory and to repair the wounds, the old Duke of Leinster allowed some of his vassals not to respond to the mandatory call, not to contribute to the senior soldiers, but to pay the surcharge. Let him hire professional mercenaries to cope with bandits and other scale wars."

　　 Gilbert explained patiently, slowly returning to the role of adviser who advised the king:

　　"Until today, the military service system under the jurisdiction of the Emerald City is no longer complete and complete-special cases are gradually becoming the norm, and levels are extended. Even when the conscription order comes, each family can be exempted from service as long as the bribe is sufficient. The recruitment system Instead, it has become a legal loophole in which recruiters rely on the draft book to search for the people and fill their pockets."

　　 Military advisor Sodor Reid thoughtfully.

　　 The expressions of everyone present slowly changed.

　　 King Kessel listened quietly to the explanation of the Foreign Secretary, not knowing what he thought.

　　 "I remember, the country was a meeting six years ago, when everyone was sending troops together..."

　　 Prime Minister Cullen shook his head and seemed to have gained a little:

　　 "It seems that at the time, Jane was not totally lying."

　　 Kilber nodded, thinking deeply.

　　 "In other words, this petition that seems to be costly is just a favor."

　　"The Duke of South Bank took the established status of the Emerald City into his own sacrifice and loyalty, and brought the tacit conventions to the table, turning them into black and white decree, and claimed that this was the need of the king and the standing army."

　　 "He doesn't have to pay anything."

　　 Gilbert pushed the "Alternative Service Petition" to the center of the table:

　　"Even if this order is approved by your majesty, Kevin Deere has no actual loss. Perhaps it can also eliminate corruption and inefficient government by the way, regulate the chaos of tax payment and substitute service, and let the people of the hard-working Jin Jiuwen applaud. , Praise the Duke of Iris who is dedicated to the people."

　　 On the other side, "Money Bag" Qiu Ke hummed softly and added:

　　"You can also swallow all the dirty money collected by the people below during the conscription-of course, in the name of His Majesty Kessel and the Royal Standing Army."

　　The treasurer rubbed his hands with jealousy:

　　"Kevin Deere has really had a set of things for the rich side for many years."

　　 Gilbert coldly said:

　　 "Also, as Master Kulun said, the next time there is a war, the South Bank leaders will be able to refute it with full reason at the National Council: They have the king's permission, pay taxes and do not need to send troops."

　　 The fat prime minister nodded kindly.

　　 Gilbert turned to the surprised Sodor consultant:

　　"As for what you said, Shuduo and Iris stand in line for the Fuxing Palace, political support and solidarity..."

　　 Gilbert paused.

　　"Don’t forget, Jaen submitted the "Petition" to His Majesty after being accused by His Royal Highness Thales as the man behind the scenes at the banquet."

　　 Prime Minister Cullen took Gilbert’s words and shook his head, looking in a good mood:

　　"If the news comes out, as long as it works properly, this will not be a symbol of the royal family of Iris standing in line, but only Kevin Deere's helpless move under the pressure of the Fuxing Palace. The Emerald City is not only not. Will be blamed, but can receive the sympathy of his vassals and even the majority of lords in the country-"It must be the king who forced him to do it."

　　 The Prime Minister blinked intriguingly:

　　 "Really?"

　　 No one answered him.

　　"On the contrary, it is Fuxing Palace."

　　 Gilbert's voice sounded, and it became unhurried again, gentle and long:

　　"This matter is inherently sensitive. If we carry the infamy of'forcing vassals', whether it is to reduce the conscription or expand the standing army, the pressure we face will only be greater..."

　　 He didn't go on, but the atmosphere at the Imperial Conference became a little heavier.

　　 "It's a pity."

　　Treasurer Qiu Ke slapped his thigh annoyedly:

　　"It would be fine if His Royal Highness Thales did not scream at Kevin Deere after finding the truth, but suppressed his temper and quietly reported to Your Majesty."

　　 "So," Cullen deliberately or unconsciously looked towards the end of the long table:

　　"Young people, don't do things too quickly."

　　 Gilbert’s analysis has drove the excitement of the Imperial Conference’s belief in a clean, without leaving any points.

　　 Everyone was tired, but now they are even more disappointed.

　　"But, everyone."

　　The military advisor took a deep breath, cheered up again, and raised his hand to attract the attention of the Imperial Conference:

　　"Maybe Iris has its own abacus, but this does not affect our choice."

　　 Shuoduo tried his best to convince everyone:

　　 "The most important thing is that if what this letter says is true, we will have the duty tax that Kevin Deere will pay, and expand the standing army..."

　　 But he was interrupted.

　　 "I am not pouring cold water, soldier."

　　 Treasurer’s familiar taunting tone came again, making So Duo frowned:

　　"However, exempting each level of lords from the obligation to conscript to assist in the war, replaced by special tax items, used the money collected to expand the standing army, and then in turn filled the defense of the dissolution of the conscripts, and maintained public order. It sounds very good... …"

　　 Qiu Ke, the manager, smiled and tilted his cheek without a smile, and said:

　　 "However, I have to deal with the profiteers of the Emerald City every quarter. Believe me, they can't do anything else, every time they collect taxes..."

　　 Shuoduo grunted angrily:

　　"Do they dare to evade taxes?"

　　 "Worse."

　　 Qiu Ke narrowed his eyes:

　　"They will do the billing."

　　 Shuoduo was taken aback:

　　"What?"

　　 Many people frowned, and Prime Minister Cullen glanced at Gilbert, showing a look of "it really is."

　　 Qiu Ke shook his head disdainfully:

　　"I said that their accounting skills are no less than that of the Kangmas people. The tax accounts are clear and there is no concealment, but regardless of the calculation of the tax rate, the choice of tax purposes, the flow of taxes is abnormal Complex..."

　　"Can you believe it, it is clear that the Emerald City is rich and oily. The business of land and sea trade has grown year after year. The total funds flowing are enough to buy several small principalities, but their book figures are still losses! And our tax collectors turned over They can’t find a wrong number all over the books, there is no place to scrape the money, and they may have to rebate the tax..."

　　 The Treasurer opened the "Petition", stared at it disgustingly, and then dropped it:

　　"As for what I'm talking about here, paying tax as a substitute, tell me, So Duo, do you think they will find out this time and give you a lot of money out of thin air?"

　　 Soduo's eyes widened, as if he could not believe that there is such a thing in the world.

　　 Qiu Ke turned to the king, his tone becoming more respectful.

　　 "If this is the'budget' you are waiting for, Your Majesty, Shuduo."

　　 "IMHO, it did not succeed."

　　"Expanding the standing army, let’s take a look at the revenue for the next quarter."

　　 The king did not speak.

　　 Shuoduo clenched his fists severely.

　　 The Treasurer’s words made the entire Imperial Conference sober up and fell into disappointed silence.

　　"So, this letter from the Emerald City is just a rant? I mean, if ours really passes, then they will not lose anything, they will appear reasonable and make a lot of money."

　　 Minister of Agriculture and Animal Husbandry, Lord Clapham spoke tremblingly:

　　 "On the contrary, it is us who seem to have gained a bargain, but we have become a villain, and we have no underwear?"

　　 "Cunning Southerner." Viscount Connie dropped the "Petition" on the table and cursed unhappily:

　　 "Do you think that the iris will come and see you when things come, or do you prepare for this move early and wait for this opportunity?"

　　The ministers looked at each other without answer.

　　 until the king’s voice sounds,

　　"Of course this is not the optimal solution."

　　King Kessel’s tone was calm, and he pulled the topic back to the direction he wanted: "But it is already the biggest concession the Emerald City can give."

　　The Iron Fisted King looked at the letter quietly.

　　 "The sword at the banquet alone is not enough."

　　 Gilbert had to sigh inwardly.

　　 "Damn, the son of the Western Wilderness at the banquet, why is he kidnapping guests?"

　　The military adviser hit the desktop hard:

　　 "If he committed a bigger crime, for example, assassinating the prince..."

　　 Gilbert reacted and scolded angrily:

　　 "Suo Duo!"

　　Kesoduo just waved his hand indifferently:

　　 "It's okay, you know I didn't mean that..."

　　 Shuoduo turned his head, looked at the letter on the table, and sighed:

　　 "Gilbert, think about it again, is there really no way? This letter, it finally solves our political and budget problems at the same time..."

　　 Before the foreign minister could speak, Qiu Ke coldly stabbed him next to him:

　　"Did you not attend the lecture, soldier? It can't solve anything."

　　 Gilbert nodded wearily.

　　 "If your majesty approves the proposal of this petition, starting from the Emerald City, reforming the military system, first take this controversial first step..."

　　 He glanced at the direction of the king, with mixed emotions:

　　"The Fuxing Palace must swallow all the bitter fruits mentioned above. Except for the hypocritical support of the Duke of South Bank and the unknowingly tax payment, the benefits are really limited."

　　"It’s not even our turn to allow it," Duke Cullen looked in a good mood:

　　"It’s different from the adaptation of Canstar’s private soldiers. As long as this petition is made public through official documents or warrants, the military reform will inevitably trigger an uproar in the kingdom from top to bottom. We will stand At the cusp of the storm, there is no retreat."

　　 In the dark part of the long table, the king's pupils gradually tightened.

　　 "After all, asking prices are just a means," Cullen looked at Shuoduo who was desperate, and said:

　　 "Just return the money when you land, but you can't really expect to sell at a sky-high price."

　　This statement made the military adviser even more depressed.

　　 Chief Qiu Ke yawned in a low-key manner, looked around in a circle, and tentatively said with the tone of ending the meeting:

　　 "The letter..."

　　"Ignore it," Gilbert's tone is both helpless~IndoMTL.com~ and decisive:

　　"Buried it in the countless official letters and letters of the Fuxing Palace every day, without making waves, just overwhelmed."

At the 　　 Imperial Conference, the answer to him was an embarrassing silence.

　　 until the king's voice sounded again.

　　 "So," King Kessel smiled repeatedly, but he didn't smile, which made people tremble, "We sat here for a day..."

　　"And my son encountered an assassin at the party and almost died in a duel..."

　　 At that moment, the face of the iron-fisted king appeared from the sunset, which was inexplicably weird:

　　 "In exchange for... these?"

　　 The former officials lowered their heads, no one dared to answer this question.

　　 Only Kulun took a sip of tea calmly, and cast his eyes to the end of the discussion table:

　　 "It's a pity, Your Majesty, but this letter can't give you what you want."

　　 "Yes, the wheels are rolling forward."

　　The Duke of East China Sea puts down his tea cup and straightens his crooked belt, satisfied:

　　 "But by no means brute force."

　　 At the end of the long table, King Kessel in the sunset is silent.

　　 has only one pair of eyes, gleaming slightly in the dark.

　　

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