Path of The Dragonborn

Chapter 853: Paradise Walk·The Truth (2)

The story of Earl Hertha continues.

With the hard work of several generations, the business and influence of the Hertha family has also expanded day by day. As of a certain point in time six years ago, the Earl of Hertha had completed a big business and included a very wealthy supplier into the high-level trading territory of the entire Kruchen State. Not only the nobles benefited from this, they can buy the jewellery and furs they want at a lower price, and even the civilian-class craftsmen have enjoyed the convenience brought about by this, Duke of El Barea When he saw this change in the tax return at the end of the year, he was almost happy from ear to ear—that was exactly what he agreed to Kane’s plan, prepared various resources, and found a way to meet the menacing Oss The Prime Minister and the reformists began their counterattack. With this shareholder wind, Count Hertha came to the eyes of the Duke of El Barrea. Coupled with the hard work of their family for hundreds of years, the results are obvious to all. The Duke of El Barrea finally decided to promote the status of the Herta family to the earl. On the one hand, he reported to His Majesty the Emperor Ukent, and on the other hand, he ordered to go down and prepare to celebrate. The banquet of this event, after all, the earl can be regarded as a high-ranking noble, and the addition of a new member among the high-ranking nobles can be regarded as a joyous event worth celebrating and writing.

It was at the celebration banquet specially prepared by the Duke for Earl Hertha-everything changed.

At that time, the Earl of Hertha was still a young man in his twenties, full of vigor and vigor, lashing out at Fang Qiu, with a characteristic leadership temperament of a new generation of outstanding people. Many people secretly praised the teachings of the old Viscount Hertha-originally, this will be a story worth writing in the history of the empire, a story that conforms to the tradition and elegance of the nobility. However, when the unkind Count of Amancia approached quietly, things changed.

As the saying goes, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. Although it is the last dynasty of old age, the Earl of Amancia is still one of the nobles of Kruchin State. At that time, the Earl of Amancia was already a middle-aged uncle who was nearly forty years old, and he was far ahead of the Earl of Hertha in the accumulation of contacts. Therefore, even if they do not have this relationship in the same business field, they will definitely meet by chance. Almost as soon as he saw the spirited appearance of Count Hertha at the time, the once glorious Count of Amancia, who had been chanting by his parents since childhood, inevitably felt hatred and jealousy in his heart.

Those compliments, the flattery of the lower aristocrats, and the feeling of being taken as the center by everyone-that should be their own. However, after the low-ranking nobles saw themselves, they just showed a flattering smile, and then hurriedly congratulated the newly-promoted earl for going-that feeling was a shame for the earl of Omansia.

No-absolutely not. In the depths of the heart of the Earl of Amancia, he had already regarded this guy who had stolen all his own glory in his eyes as a thorn in his eyes. He must find an opportunity to ruin him, let this delicious cake called vanity and fame and fortune come out and return it to its original owner.

One is in the light, the other is in the dark; one is the malice that has been brewing for a long time and finally broke out, and the other is just a baby bird that has just hatched from its eggshell-the collision of the two can be imagined. After learning that the Earl of Hertha had been busy with family affairs since he was a child, he had never had time to worry about life-long events, deep down in his heart, the Earl of Omansia had a sinister plan brewing.

About half a year ago, he received a half-true news from Viscount Lightning, the famous big mouth in Kruchin State. It is said that somewhere in the middle of the mainland, there is a "paradise". "Special organization. It is a very dangerous evil religious organization, in order to solicit funds, it is specially set up for high officials and noble people from all walks of life with special hobbies-in short, although in some countries such as the empire, it is allowed to have legal *Industry, but in any case, minors will always be a red line not to be touched in related industries. The founder of this "paradise" is very "caring", providing such "entertainment places" for those so-called upper-class people who are willing and capable but have no chance.

Although most people regarded Viscount Lightning as a very annoying long-tongue woman-but in doubt, the Earl of Amancia tried to search and contact according to this clue. The result was quite surprising to him: that "paradise" actually existed, and in the reply he expressed enthusiastically that he was willing to provide him with very good services that met his expectations. At the same time, the person in charge of "Paradise" also expressed sincerely that they are very considerate of the difficulties of these big people, and will keep their personal privacy absolutely confidential, so that they can rest assured.

To be honest, for such a thing, the original Earl of Amancia should have dismissed it. However, the years of family failure and the perennial sense of imbalance in his heart have distorted his psychology. He would wave a whip, beat the servant who just accidentally knocked over the teacup, and when he was upset, he deliberately made things difficult for his wife at home who was about to give birth and wanted to take leave to visit the young housekeeper. He started smoking, drinking, and smoking all kinds of expensive, but mentally pleasing, strange drugs to escape reality—and—he also sprouted all kinds of imperial aristocrats who advertised "tradition and elegance." Some things you won't touch.

The absolute confidentiality of the personal information promised by the contact person in Paradise was the beginning of his idea. He knew that once such a matter was exposed, it would be tantamount to opposing the governments of various countries, guerrilla associations and other non-governmental organizations that set this rule, as well as the "Seven Yao Church," which has the power to determine the powerful religious judgment, no matter how much power it had before, All will usher in a fate of complete defeat. But on the other hand, if you hold such a devastating piece of evidence in your hands, will the person who is restrained by yourself have to bow to yourself, and only look ahead?

Thinking of the vigorous young man in front of him, he could only flatter himself afterwards, with fear and unwillingness but no guts to resist the future-the Earl of Amancia, finally made up his mind.

"Haha... Your Excellency Earl Hertha." He gently pushed away the low-ranking nobles who had surrounded him, walked to Count Hertha's side, and whispered in a very bewitching tone...