I seem to be an evil god

In the early morning, Marquis Chiye woke up from his soft bed. He was a very old man. Only with a certain level of strength could he hold the position of Marquis for decades, and could continue to do so for hundreds of years.

Marquis Akaba's real name was Hogan Yankes. He was born in a war era. His father was away fighting all year round during his childhood and could only come home once in a while. This made Marquis Akaba's character extremely dual-sided.

His gentle side was learned from his mother, so he only showed gentleness in front of women, and his cold side was learned from his father, so he only showed coldness in front of men. Later, when he grew up, the character of Marquis Akaba was no longer so obvious. In contrast, , the cold side gradually took over the Marquis's entire expression.

From the moment he woke up, his face was stern. When the secretary came in half an hour later to report today's schedule and affairs, he still saw a familiar, majestic and cold face.

"Your Majesty the Marquis." The secretary said hello and began to report on the accumulated affairs. When the report was finished, the Marquis Akaba asked calmly: "Is there any news about Edwin?"

The secretary's face paled slightly, "Not yet, sir."

"This useless thing!"

The Marquis of Akaba scolded angrily, and immediately picked up today's newspaper. If it weren't for the fact that his fingers were holding the newspaper so hard, no one would have been able to tell that he cared so little about his second son.

"Today's itinerary."

"Yes, Monte Cristo invites you to meet at lunch time, at the newly opened Swan Lake Restaurant. In the afternoon, there will be a regular meeting of the Forestry Department. The Winter Wolf Castle family has a new proposal. In the evening, the lady hosted a dinner. I want to You are invited to be present.”

The secretary reported meticulously. He had checked these itineraries three times last night. Before coming to the Marquis Mansion to report today, he had notified the coachman in advance. He had made arrangements for where to meet which guests and what clothes to wear.

The Marquis of Akaba had no objections to the first two items, but after hearing the last sentence, he sarcastically said: "When you left home, you said you wouldn't see me again, and now it's only been a few days, and you're using my name again." Let's have a party. She really thought that those strong women asked her to join the association because of the rise of women's rights, and not because of my name."

In this regard, the secretary shut up and did not make any remarks, because the last secretary who praised the Marquis had been fired, and also because although Marquis Akaba mocked him every time, he would still attend as usual in the end.

Only this time, things are a little different.

"Turn down the evening invitation and make an appointment with His Highness Constantine for me."

"What?" The secretary didn't seem to hear clearly. Marquis Chiye repeated again and again: "Turn down the evening invitation. I want to see the eldest prince."

"This" the secretary stood there without moving. Marquis Chiye frowned, "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Go quickly!"

"My lord, Madam did not give you an invitation, she just informed me."

Marquis Chiye was stunned, his pale face slightly flushed.

"Okay! Okay!" He slammed the table twice, making his palms and forearms turn red. "Okay, don't tell me if you get such an invitation again in the future!"

The secretary stood tremblingly on the spot, also not taking these words to heart.

"Forget it, prepare today's documents, I'll take a look at them later."

After sending the secretary away, the Marquis calmly unbuttoned his cuffs and took a look. Fortunately, the skin was only a little red and there were no tears.

At this time, the housekeeper knocked on the door and breakfast was ready.

Marquis Akaba lowered his arms naturally and ordered the butler to come in.

Fifteen minutes later, after he had finished breakfast and newspapers, the secretary knocked on the door and put down a stack of briefs. The top one was written in red pen: "Three-point amendments to the Fir Bill." - Winter Wolf fort.

Marquis Akaba picked up and read them one by one. Some of these briefings came from normal channels, and some came from the intelligence market. From nine to eleven every day, Marquis Akaba's job was to distinguish and memorize these contents, and then decide what to do next. The position when formally meeting.

"Increase the selling price of fir trees by 15%? Wishful thinking!"

The Marquis of Akaba slammed the briefing on the table again. The secretary's heart trembled as he looked at it, thinking that the adults proposed today would be in trouble. The Marquis was obviously in a bad mood.

In the next two hours, the secretary witnessed Marquis Akaba's falling briefings one after another. He even scolded the aristocratic scandals collected from the intelligence market as shameless. You know, these scandals are usually used by the old Marquis to relax.

‘Sir, you are in a bad mood today, please don’t involve me. ’

The secretary prayed secretly in his heart and walked forward, "Sir, you have an appointment with Monte Cristo for lunch."

"Hmph!" Marquis Chiye put down the last page of the briefing and snorted coldly at his secretary's prayer: "Get ready to go."

"Yes." The secretary, as if he had received an amnesty, quickly retreated to contact the coachman. The Marquis returned to the dressing room, where the attendants had been preparing new clothes for a long time.

The attendants changed the clothes for the Marquis one by one, including coats, trousers, leather shoes, and gloves. When it came time to put on the last coat, Marquis Akaba screamed in pain, as if he had been pricked by a sleeve pin.

"What's going on! Be careful!"

The butler standing aside immediately stepped forward and carefully arranged the Marquis's cuffs.

"If the Marquis hadn't been an expert in cultivation, you would have been in trouble today!"

The butler flattered him, and Marquis Chiye temporarily extinguished his anger. He looked at the butler calmly and said, "I won't do this next time."

"Yes! Yes! Master, you are still so smart."

The butler led the Marquis out. Before leaving, he gave the attendant a fierce look.

After the two left, the attendant next to him winked at the one who was stared at. The meaning was very clear that when the butler came back, he would be in bad luck.

The glared attendant had no intention of paying attention to his companion. He recalled his actions over and over in his mind.

‘Obviously it’s in accordance with the standard. After the cuff nails penetrate the clothes, they will definitely not hit the Marquis? ’

At noon, at the Swan Lake Restaurant, the Marquis went up to the second floor from the hidden back door and met the Grand Duke, who had also concealed his whereabouts. At this time, a celebration banquet was being held on the first floor, and the host of the banquet had booked the entire restaurant.

Except for the boss and the two nobles, no one knew that this restaurant, which was nominally reserved, had a private room that was being run secretly.

As soon as the Marquis sat down, the Grand Duke couldn't wait to say: "Have you seen the proposal from Winter Wolf Castle? They want to increase the selling price by 15%!"

"Hmph, there's no way such a wishful thinking proposal can be passed!"

"It's impossible to say for sure. Winter Wolf Castle is just a spy, and there are a few old guys who really support him."

"It's just Pingsi and the others. Even if these guys who made their fortune on wood unite, they can't pass the bill."

The two then discussed the bill for a long time and reached a political consensus. Outside the restaurant, they were strangers, but inside the restaurant, they were close political partners.

After talking about the business, the Grand Duke of Monte Cristo turned around and mentioned Edwin. The Marquis of Akaba felt a headache. Seeing that he had no choice, the Grand Duke of Monte Cristo smiled and proposed several plans.

But just when Monte Cristo was speaking openly, a celebratory cheer suddenly came from downstairs.