The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 210 Ch.209 Duke

"...You should know one thing, Your Majesty."

The man in a crimson dress was as straight and as rigid as a sharp sword.

His voice was loud and his eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

The fierce flames forced back the maid who tried to come forward to serve him, and exploded like a bullet with gunpowder smoke in the warm living room.

"Who we choose to admit and who to exclude means that we also choose the direction of history. You should use the power in your hands carefully, just like before every war starts - I think this is much easier for you than starting a war. "

The woman in the high-backed golden chair said nothing.

"...Conservatism is only relatively radical, Your Majesty. We have no conflict with 'progress'. As a veteran who has participated in too many wars, a citizen of a country, a father, a general - and, your Prime Minister ”

His eyebrows are high and his features are as sharp as a knife, just like his character.

"I have to expect more from you."

"We can make progress, but it's not what those people say it is."

Wellesley stood in front of Victoria like a nail after stroking his chest and bowing, waiting for the Queen's reply.

He was a tough general, but he never forced the Queen to accept his ideas and proposals - but this was different. Wellesley believed that if things continued like this, the country would be in chaos.

Maybe he was trapped by his own stubborn thoughts and couldn't keep up with the times.

But everything was too fast.

They should at least stop and think about what this country really needs.

"I'll think about it, Wellesley."

Victoria took a sip of the black tea, pinched two more cubes of white sugar, put them in, and stirred them with a silver spoon.

"But you should really listen to what the Grays are proposing. I think it's time we need some freedoms, some rights..."

Wellesley frowned.

"I am not blind or deaf, Your Majesty. I studied every word they said in the meeting dozens of times like a military map—"

At this point, the general seemed to realize that his tone was too strong, so after a moment of relaxation, he softened his usual high tone into a low tone.

"I know full well that factional fighting will greatly harm the national interest. I have participated in countless wars, even the most famous one - I stepped on mountains of dead bodies, and I fully understand the consequences of the struggle. But I still want to suggest that you still hope that Can you listen to me?"

"I hope that in your hands, a strong and balanced government will be born, rather than a country that puts all its weight on one side of the scale - I hate gamblers, and a monarch should never be a gambler."

Victoria put down her tea cup.

The Duke of Wellington before her was a stubborn and powerful warrior, a general, and her prime minister.

He speaks for the Cabal, but does not entirely agree with them.

He was optimistic about the future envisioned by the Gray Party, but thought they were too radical.

As a soldier loyal to his country, his miraculous talent allows him to guess what exists on the 'other side of the mountain'.

But it is obvious that he lacked sufficient imagination and execution in politics, and even lost his decisive and tough characteristics as a soldier.

His ideas were contrary to Victoria's.

"Reform is necessary, Wellesley. It is necessary and must be done. It is my choice, and it is the choice that the times drive me to make - smart fish will not choose to swim against the current."

Wellesley knew there was nothing he could do to convince the young woman.

He shook his head and bowed for a long time.

After standing up, still straight.

"I don't agree, but I can't change your mind, Your Majesty. When the day of reform comes, I will resign from this job."

"Wellesley."

"Your Majesty." The man with frosty eyes relaxed his face and smiled: "Maybe you are right, maybe. But I will never admit it."

Victoria also stood up and took a knee.

"You are a qualified soldier."

"It's a pity that he is not a qualified prime minister." Wellesley smiled: "I spoke for the secret party, but I was rejected by many of them - maybe you should choose someone like Charles Croy to try... "

This disgusted Victoria.

She slapped her palms in a very inappropriate manner, as if even the name had a stench.

"Don't mention him, Wellesley, you know."

"You should have maintained the style of a monarch, a lady, and a wife." He sighed and turned to look at Lavia Heidi standing aside. "Some people should stay away from your life, at least they won't have their skirts smeared with filth at some point..."

Lavia Heidi's face darkened.

But this subtle move instantly angered this battle-experienced general.

He backed away slowly and turned to Lavia Headey.

"What's your dissatisfaction with what I said?"

"Laviya Headey?"

"Clear your position! You are a shameless, lying monster. I think you want to drag our monarch into the abyss of no salvation."

He glared at the maid and took a step forward.

In an instant, the gushing force tore apart the amber carpet underfoot, penetrated downwards, and caused the stone surface to crack!

The golden spikes on his long hair and shoulders were blown up by invisible power, and a huge "field" instantly enveloped Lavia Heidi!

The maid was firmly pressed to the ground by this huge force, unable to move even an inch.

This was a power that far exceeded hers by several rings, and it was crushed by ritualists of the same path.

"Men should go to the battlefield, and women should stay at home - you filthy bitch actually violated the teachings of the Father of All Things and committed blasphemous acts! Now, you dare to disrespect me!"

"You are not a loyal servant! Instead, you are coveting what you should not covet -"

Victoria tapped the table lightly.

Dong.

In an instant, the wind stopped and the thunder stopped.

The air flow swept across Wellesley's trouser legs.

He looked at the queen who looked surprised, and said helplessly: "Since the benefactor has said something, we should live according to His teachings..."

This is all he can say.

Although women and women are not as big a crime as men and men.

He thought that if this happened to his son or daughter, he would not have to send them to the court of justice. He would whip them with a whip and bleed until they shed tears and repent - or hang them up and let them think about the teachings of the benefactor.

But this is the queen.

"Please forgive my disrespect." He bowed and took a half step back to apologize.

"You are my prime minister, why do you have to apologize for such a thing?" Victoria didn't seem to care that the other party insulted Lavia Heidi. She lifted her skirt and came to the man, saying sincerely: "...You can stand by my side several times, which means everything."

Wellesley knew what the young monarch expected.

He had already made a promise.

"Although I have different political views from you, I will always be your strongest shield."

The queen smiled: "I look forward to it, Your Excellency the Duke."