Chapter 548： Keen sense of smell

Being pulled by the door of the car, pulling his **** away from the soft leather sofa in the luxurious car, Parak Stram got out of the car.

He is the emperor of the Palak Empire that no longer exists, and the Duke of Palak of the Eranhill Empire.

Like the other dukes of Ailan Hill, although they are called the Grand Duke on the surface, in fact this title is completely different from the Grand Duke of the "Principality".

This is the new title of Ailan Hill, the title is duke, but in fact there is no fief of its own. 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, or Grand Duke Harriet of Kasik who has gone to Hanhai for permanent residence, including the Grand Duke Parak in front of him, belong to this kind of nameless "honorable".

According to the order of the empire, before heading to his new home, the Grand Duke Palak Stram had to report to the imperial capital, to meet his emperor, to pledge allegiance to the new emperor, and to participate in rewarding him for giving away the empire. The triumphant achievements of the natives.

However, Grand Duke Palak, who had already given up the empire, handed over the army, and even the entourages around him, had dismissed more than half of them, but before attending tonight's banquet, he felt the subtle changes in the atmosphere of the imperial capital.

No matter how sloppy, no matter how incompetent, the former emperor of the Palak Empire still has political vision and a keen sense of smell.

Just think about it, and you can understand this: after the rise of Alan Hill, you can hug Alan Hill's thigh with no distraction, in the southern region of the Bameshir Empire and the Kasik Empire, as well as the southern kingdom, and When the Jesno Empire opposed the Ailan Hill Empire, how could a person who remained unwavering be an incompetent fool?

He just sees more clearly than others.

Knowing that he had no chance to choose, he had already made the most correct choice. Therefore, when the graves of the emperors of the Jasno Empire and the Bameshir Empire are green, this Mr. Stramm also has the title of Grand Duke, and he can also enjoy dinner with the great Emperor Eranhill.

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

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

The mature and prudent butler bowed slightly and just got out of the slightly worse car behind. Hearing his master's call, he hurried three steps and two steps to Stram's face and asked in a low voice: " Ma... Master, what do you have to say?"

Not long after he changed his mouth, he was not used to calling his master by other names. However, he also knew that he had to be cautious at this time. After all, he was still in the imperial capital, and his every action and every word and deed were still under the surveillance of the terrifying and mysterious "Special Task Department".

When he heard the words of your majesty, Stramm's face was suddenly pale with fright, but when the butler changed his words in time, he became somewhat calmer and yelled: "Be careful next time!"

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

The butler understood it, leaned slightly and backed away two steps and turned away. He ran across the road with a small step, found a passing pedestrian to stop him, and stuffed a 10-gold banknote into the opponent's hand: "Sir, I would like to ask you something..."

Soon after, the butler returned to the Duke of Strham who was still standing at the door waiting for the news, and whispered: "The news a few hours ago, the Lonsadrefa of Greken died in the Holy War..."

"What does this have to do with Ailan Hill?" Stram glanced at the somewhat impatient Guards Special Tasks officer waiting not far away, and then lowered his voice: "What on earth? All the same?"

Those military officers were supposed to protect the Grand Duke, but they were actually placed next to Stram to monitor his every move. Although the freedom of the Grand Duke is not subject to any restrictions on weekdays, if anything extraordinary is done, these Guards soldiers even have the right to do it directly...

The butler also lowered his voice a bit, because the following words could easily lead to lawsuits about the royal family members without authorization.

He coughed slightly, and said cautiously: "Fa Sage Longsadre, and the imperial concubine Vivienne have a very good relationship... the imperial concubine grew up by his side, and the two love father and daughter..."

"Hi..." Stram took a breath, then looked at the tall and wide palace gate behind him.

The main entrance of the grand and magnificent Ailan Hill Palace in the past is now like a big mouth of blood, waiting for him to walk in ferociously, as if the prey was thrown into the net.

Feeling that he was about to be swallowed by a huge wild monster, Stramm shivered all over his body, and subconsciously supported the butler's arm with his hand.

Holding his own master, the butler also clearly felt that the former emperor of the Palak Empire, his hands began to tremble, where there is nothing to say about calmly.

When he just got out of the car, the man who was named Grand Duke Paraque was still a little bit energetic, 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 imperial concubine is sad, right? This is still a celebration banquet, what to celebrate?

In case the imperial concubine thinks too much, in case the emperor is holding a wicked fire and has nowhere to vent, he will hit the muzzle again.

What the great prince can do is still a trifle. If his life is gone like this, isn't he a complete evil spirit?

After trying to understand this, Stram immediately turned around and said to the guards officer who was already a little impatient over there, "General, General... Excuse me, please let me know, I, I'm not ill, this banquet will be cancelled." ..."

Because of nervousness and fear, he even called the general to a small major. Before the officer came back to his senses, the butler stuffed a stack of Allan Hill gold coins in his hand.

Just by looking at the thickness, you can also know that this is a lot of cash. At a rough calculation, there are almost thousands of gold coins. The officer's impatient expression finally looked better, and he sneered and said, "Wait here!"

After that, the officer turned around and walked to the side entrance of the palace. He showed the security of the guard on duty, checked his identity, and surrendered his weapon before he was allowed to enter.

Soon, he didn't prepare any banquet at all, and the Prime Minister Dessell, who hadn't even asked about it, heard the news that Stramm said he was ill and asked to cancel the banquet.

He put down the pen in his hand, rubbed his finger twice on his beard, and nodded insignificantly: "This Strahm is a talent. At least this ability to detect words and colors is true. It's impressive."

After speaking, he looked at the officer who had come to send the news, and said, "You can take the bribes you gave you, which is regarded as an action subsidy. Also...Tell Stramm that his attitude is already known by the top empire. Now, let him rest assured that Ailan Hill will not do things like crossing the river and demolishing the bridge."

After the order was over, he waved his hand, the officer nodded slightly, and withdrew from Desaier's office.

Stramm, who was waiting at the door to collapse, finally saw the officer coming out more than an hour later.

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

Moreover, I spoke again, the news that this officer brought to Stramm's ears was like a fairy sound: "Imperial Prime Minister, let you rest assured that Ailan Hill will not do things like crossing the river and demolishing the bridge. of."

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

In the magnificent palace, a group of waiters are packing up the newly prepared plates and the cut preparations.

"This Duke is really miserable..." A chef put the fresh giant pincer shrimp into the tank specially raised for it, and said with emotion: "One country changed such a meal, but it was cancelled. "

"Isn't it... I heard that everyone was here, and I said it was canceled." Another chef poured the chopped up fresh vegetable leaves into the second-class food bucket, shook his head and said: "Go Good ingredients are cheaper for us."

Fresh ingredients are prepared for the royal family and guests at the state banquet, but the remaining ingredients can only be used for the various staff working in the palace. This is the rule, and nothing can be messed up.

"Your Majesty has sent a eulogy, and still want to eat this meal? Unless he doesn't want to live anymore." A maid hung a kitchen knife back to the wall and said with a cold snort: "If he is acquainted, otherwise tonight, Maybe you will chop him."

"Couldn't it be so disgusting, this is the kitchen!" The older maid foreman wiped her hands on her apron while looking at her colleague contemptuously: "Speak nonsense again, and be careful of me tearing you up. mouth!"

Seeing that the old foreman was eight feet tall and his waistline was eight feet tall, he measured his own and the opponent's abilities, plus the blessing of the foreman's identity and the other party's tendons. The maid who chewed the tongue swallowed a mouthful of saliva. , Endured the urge to go back.

"Everyone, hurry up! Work! Fifteen minutes later, your Majesty’s dinner will start...the taste is lighter, your Majesty’s appetite is not good! The main course is six-eyed fish porridge, which is the favorite dish of Princess Vivienne. Hurry up! Get moving!" The chef in charge of the spoon walked in. Everyone suddenly became nervous, and there was a clash of pots and bowls in the kitchen.