Secretary of the Devil's Castle

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Marquis Walker exerted force in his hand, and the ring was shattered by him. Then he opened the window, and the golden powder and green powder were mixed together and scattered with the wind.

This has nothing to do with him. He has no intention of meddling with the power circle in the capital. As long as he can take care of his own three-acre land, he will be satisfied.

Squeak!

The carriage stopped at the gate of the mansion. The Marquis Walker took his cane and got out of the carriage. Then he raised his hand to stop the driver from knocking on the door. Instead, he stood in front of the door and knocked lightly three times with his cane. Go down the gate.

Immediately afterwards, the door, which could withstand thirty blows of the battering ram made of fine iron and solid wood, slowly opened. The winch wheel behind the door creaked in the silent night, but luckily it didn't wake up the people in the mansion. other people.

Seeing the gate open, Marquis Walker signaled the coachman to keep his voice down, and then walked directly to the house in the middle of the mansion, and behind him, the gate was slowly closed.

Gently pushed open the door, carefully not making any sound, at this moment he was very glad that he was an extraordinary person, so that he could control the damn leather boots and prevent them from waking up his wife and children.

But when he walked into the living room, he froze because he saw someone there who he hadn't expected.

White animal bones, scarlet and emotionless eyes, simple but luxurious black robes, a delicate black and gold brooch pinned to the left chest, sitting on the sofa with legs crossed, fingers crossed Put it on your lap.

It was as if the night had stood up in front of him, bringing extreme fear and anxiety. Senhan, who was almost stared at by the actual death, grabbed his heart. The powerful intuition of Marquis Walker from the blood of ancient orcs was constantly Screaming to tell him what kind of existence this is in front of him.

Powerful, unknown, irresistible, let alone an enemy.

"Good evening, Marquis God Walker, I am calling late at night, so I am bothering you."

Marquis Walker's throat was choked for a while, and he saluted with difficulty, "Your subjects, the guardians of your territory, Marquis Gord Walker, see Lord of Demons, Supreme Will of the Empire, Supreme Darkness Yuan, may your rule last forever, and may your empire last forever."

"Well, sit down, Marquis."

Ender nodded and motioned for Marquis Walker to sit down, "Don't worry, I've set up a soundproof circle, so your wife and children won't hear it."

After Marquis Walker sat down tremblingly, he asked, "Your Majesty the Demon King, I wonder why you are looking for me?"

"Marquis, I remember that you inherited your father's title and belonged to the second generation of border nobles...isn't that right?"

Ender didn't answer directly, but asked a seemingly irrelevant question. Marquis Walker was taken aback, and didn't understand Ender's meaning, but he knew he must not lie, so he said truthfully: "Yes, my After my father died, I inherited his title, and it has been 13 years now."

"Hmm... the lifespan of an orc is really not comparable to that of a demon, whether it is an ancient orc or an orc. Then, Marquis Gold Walker, did your father give you the ring?"

Walker's eyes widened, and he tremblingly put his hand deep into his throat. A miniature magic circle bloomed in his throat, and then he only heard a few violent retches, and a rough obsidian-polished ring appeared on his hands.

Trembling, Marquis Walker showed the ring to Ender. Although the obsidian ring was stained with a lot of liquid, the surface was still marked by years of grinding.

"Yes, Your Majesty the Demon King!"

(Today's Chapter 1, after thinking about the plot after a little modification, the dog itself is scheduled to be sent)

(There is another chapter that should be at eight or nine o'clock in the evening)

(By the way, there are currently 4 chapters due, and your votes are really fast)

Chapter 21 The Blackstone Oath

"Gothe, you will inherit my title, you will inherit my territory, what you should inherit, and this, my glory."

Before his father swallowed his last breath on the sickbed, this ring was given to Gothe, and its name was the Blackstone Oath.

It is the proof that the group of people who first followed Ender to build the Keynesian Empire are eligible to hold it, and it is a symbol of loyalty and persistence.

In the 300 years since the founding of the empire, the Blackstone Oath has always been the original 32, and some of them have been destroyed or recycled, and there are only eighteen who are still living outside. Of these eighteen, only twelve will account for nine One, and what Gord Walker inherited from his father was the remaining one-ninth.

This Black Stone Oath has no actual value, and it is not even known to outsiders. If it is placed outside, it will only be regarded as an extremely rough magic item that has no effect, except for its holder and distribution. Except for Ender himself who made the Blackstone Oath, no one knows what this old obsidian ring represents.

But it is this crude ring that is extremely important in the eyes of those who have the Blackstone Oath, and it represents supreme glory.

Those who still hold this ring have gone through the test of 300 years, their loyalty has been proved by time, and this precipitated glory has been inherited by their successors who they think can be trusted.

Ender was silent for a while, then nodded slowly, "Well, Hansen is an honest, gentle, and just man. He participated in the revision of the laws of the empire. Disputes, if it weren’t for him, the current laws of the empire would be much harsher. Although we had a quarrel, I still trust him very much. Since Hansen trusts you so much... then Gord Walker, you This is the new owner of this black stone oath—for the time being, if I find that you do not meet the requirements, I will take it back, and then I don’t need to say more about your fate.”

Although Ender didn't say it clearly, the meaning is self-evident, and the Marquis Walker almost stood up excitedly, and it took a lot of effort to hold it down, but the tail behind him was wagging uncontrollably, and his face was serious. Said: "Yes, Your Majesty the Demon King, I will never let you down!"

"Well, but I don't have anything to entrust to you recently, so you can just go on as usual. Ah, by the way, pay attention to the movements of the people around you. I remember you walking with the second-generation border nobles around you. It's very close."

Ender stood up from the sofa. His tall body gave off a sense of oppression. Marquis Walker wanted to stand up when he saw Ender standing up, but he was surprised to find that his legs were shaking all the time. Stop, too soft to stand up, but fortunately, Ender didn't care about Marquis Walker's impoliteness, but continued: "If they have any special movements, use the magic communication to tell me, if not, then treat it as nothing occur."

"Obey, Your Majesty the Demon King!"

The Marquis of Walker nodded quickly, and then suddenly remembered the recent gathering and said quickly: "By the way, Your Majesty the Demon King, these second-generation border nobles in our west often gather recently, and the reason is probably pointing to the princess. There are many gatherings, but I can be sure that some nobles have already begun to plan and even started to test, and the Earl of Ball is probably the leader. I remember his wife is the tutor of Her Royal Highness, right? Although it may be that I overstepped , but does His Majesty the Demon King need to pay attention?"

"Earl Ball? Ken Ball? And his wife, Mandy Ball..."

Ender pondered for a while, then replied: "Don't worry about this, my adopted daughter is very smart, she will know what to do, as for those who want to test, if they dislike their own longevity, then just try it , I just think that there are too many nobles in the empire, and they are a bit cumbersome, and I am planning to find a time to clean them up."

"Understood, Your Majesty the Demon King."

Marquis Walker was startled and quickly lowered his head, but soon he couldn't help raising his head again and asked: "Your Majesty the Demon King, I have one thing... I want to ask Your Majesty to clarify."

"Speak."

"Yes. Your Majesty the Demon King, you know that my father once participated in the revision of the laws of the empire, and I was influenced by him. I am also very interested in the law, so I am very curious about one thing... "

Marquis Walker finally had the courage to look directly into Ender's eyes, full of doubts in his eyes, "Why are the laws of the empire so strict? Such strict laws will inevitably arouse people's resistance. The territory of the empire is getting bigger and bigger, and more and more violent riots will inevitably occur. Now it has to implement temporary laws in many areas, and in the future there will be many areas that will also implement temporary laws, but even In this way, the people's resistance will still not stop, and it will become more and more fierce as time goes by, if it continues to consume the national power of the empire... One day, the rule of the empire will collapse! If the laws are relaxed and more moderate laws are revised, although It may cause some confusion in the short term, but in the longer term, it is undoubtedly a better choice."

If Gord Walker's astonishing words were put in other places, they would be regarded as rebellious acts, outrageous, and then dragged to be beheaded.

But Ender took a deep look at Marquis Walker, and then said: "Your father once asked me this question, and I have answered it, and I will still answer it like this. Moderate laws can make the empire long-term, Slow but steady development, but strict laws can gather the strength of the empire in the shortest time, even if it will cause a lot of sacrifices and hidden dangers, and I don't have that much time. Alright, today's talk It's over, my goal has been achieved, next time I have something important, I will find you."

"Yes, send it off Your Majesty."

……

The next day, in the early morning, the Marquise Walker woke up slowly. This orc with some fox features stretched her body slightly, with her white tail dangling. The Marquis Walker walked over and lay beside him, and said in a lazy tone, "When did you come back? You seem to be in a good mood."

The Marquis Walker glanced at his wife, smiled slightly, leaned over and rubbed her ear with his nose, and said, "It's nothing, it's just a matter of concern."

He was caressing a rough obsidian ring in his hand. Under the morning light, this ring revealed the words solidified by magic engraved inside.

【We are loyal, we stick to it, and we will meet in the future. 】

[To the Founder of Keynesian Imperial Law: Hanson Walker]

(Second more)

(Emotions were affected a bit, so this chapter came out a bit slowly, and I also thought for a long time whether the setting of this law is reasonable or not. After all, I didn’t study law...but whatever! The setting is like this up!)

(Although there may be some bugs, please don’t worry about it, just treat it as a fantasy that can only be realized in this special world! The point is the story, isn’t it?)

(And a small part of the settings that are not worth introducing in the chapter: the orcs are divided into ancient orcs and orcs, the ancient orcs have more animal characteristics, and the orcs have more human characteristics, that's it)

Chapter 22 Conflict

【We are loyal, we stick to it, and we will meet in the future】

[To the Leader of the Keynesian Empire: Ender Keynes]

After looking at the black stone oath glowing with magic in the sun for a while, Ender put it in his arms again, and couldn't help but sighed slightly.

Of the 32 people who made the oath in Demon King City back then, there are only ten people left including him.

The difference in lifespan...

A little frustration just appeared and disappeared before it had time to spread. Ende, who regained his senses, sat on the carriage with his hands folded, and began to fall into thought.

The Cairns Empire has been established for 300 years. Although it is an empire dominated by demons, many changes have taken place in the span of hundreds of years.

The most obvious of these is the tendency to split.

The core of power within the empire has emerged from the original Demon King City, a second-generation border nobleman.

Frontier aristocrats generally refer to the enfeoffed nobles except for the several territories radiated and directly ruled by the Demon King's City and its surrounding areas. The Demon King's City and its surrounding areas are the center of the empire, so other places are naturally borders.

The second-generation border nobles are naturally the descendants of the first-generation border nobles. The first-generation border nobles were all people who made contributions or were deeply trusted by Ende, but Ende trusted them, but it did not mean trusting their descendants, and the facts also proved that the second generation Most of the border nobles are not worthy of his trust.

The glory of the fathers cannot be inherited by their children, and it is even more nonsense to be born noble.

Even the border nobles themselves betrayed Ender's trust in many cases - the part that was destroyed in the Blackstone Oath is the most vivid example.

On the surface, this group of eccentric nobles is still catering to the wishes of the Demon King City, but they have begun to quietly accumulate power to absorb the flesh and blood of the empire little by little.

And they are headed by the Grand Duke of the West, Sivis Anderson, who is also a second-generation border nobleman.

The main purpose of Ender's coming here is to meet this Duke Anderson.

He couldn't help but think of that high-spirited, ancient lion clan beastman with ambition hidden deep in his eyes.

Sivis Anderson...?

Although it is very simple to pinch him to death, it still needs a good plan to uproot his entangled forces without causing too much turmoil in the empire.

But this trip to the west is officially over, and it's time to go back to the Demon King's City. I don't know how Fatalia gets along with that Mrs. Boer.

Ah, maybe I can bring some gifts when I go back, um... how about candy?Presumably Fatalia will like it.

……

"Your Highness Fatalia, Your Highness, it's time for class."

"Um..."

Hearing someone's call, Fatalia sat up with her forehead supported, and there was a book and a quill on the table in front of her.

Fatalia was in a history class earlier, and because she didn't study some issues thoroughly, she brought the book to the teaching room of the etiquette class, intending to read it before the class started, but unexpectedly fell asleep.

And the one who woke her up at this time was naturally Fatalia's etiquette teacher, Countess Mandy Ball.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Mrs. Pole's face full of smirks, and Fatalia's mood suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy, and she felt bad all over.

But she still got up quickly, and gave a standard skirt ceremony to Mrs. Pole, "Good afternoon, Mrs. Pole."

"Good afternoon, Your Highness Fatalia, alas, your etiquette is really getting better and better. Surely the learning the day after tomorrow can make up for your innate deficiencies."

Mrs. Pol covered her mouth with her gaudy folding fan, and her smiling eyes did not show any smile, "However, Your Highness Fatalia, it is really difficult to correct some bad habits. Good luck."

"I understand, Mrs. Pole."

Fatalia still lowered her head, not looking at Mrs. Pole.

But she also knew very well what kind of eyes this Mrs. Poll would show whenever she lowered her head.

Disdain, disgust, contempt, resentment, jealousy...

Perhaps due to the nature of the great crime, Fatalia is very sensitive to the negative emotions of others, so she can easily detect that something is wrong with the Countess of Boer.

This feeling...was something snatched from her?She hadn't even met the Countess of Pole before, so what could she take away?

...Ah, she understood, it was next to Ender.

As the devil king of the Cairns Empire, Ender has never married a princess. Judging by the standards of the devil, Ender can be said to be a standard rich and handsome man, and this Mandy Ball, before becoming the wife of the Earl of Ball , must be one of the many ladies who aspire to become the princess.

It's a pity that the reputation of number one in the social circle is like air in Ender's eyes.

As it turned out, Ender was still single, and Miss Mandy became Mrs. Mandy Ball, but later she found out that a child had parachuted into the princess of Cairns' empire, which might mean that other women would be more... It was difficult to climb to the position of princess, and it was even impossible to climb up, but suddenly there was one more person whom En De valued.

Then, Mandy Ball was invited to become the tutor of Her Royal Highness, and also learned what kind of person Her Royal Highness is.

Fatalia is a succubus picked up on the Great Wasteland—although it is a high-level succubus.

The same is a succubus, why can she win the favor of His Majesty the Demon King【=%

Jealousy almost drove Mandy Ball crazy, and this tutor's invitation also gave her a chance, and her husband's entrustment also gave her a sense of righteousness.

Yes, that's right, only like this, she wants to watch this lucky princess bowing her head to her, so that her jealousy can calm down a little

Jealousy made Countess Mandy Ball almost lose her rational thinking.

After this etiquette class, Mrs. Boer put on a perfect smile on her face, and then said to Fatalia: "Your Highness is really excellent, I have nothing to give you these basic etiquette knowledge Alright, the rest is just for Her Royal Highness to experience it in various social occasions, then Her Highness Princess..."

"Okay, you can shut up now."

Fatalia stared coldly at Mrs. Pole's eyes, and interrupted her, "What else do you want to say? It's that set of decency again? Then there's no need to say it, since Mrs. The lessons are all taught, so please leave Demon King City."

Mrs. Pole's smile froze. She never thought that Fatalia, who had always been obedient, would say such a thing. Just as she was about to speak again, Fatalia had already walked to the door, opened the door and left. go out.

She eagerly lifted the hem of her skirt and hurried to catch up, "Wait a minute, Your Highness Fatalia, there may be some misunderstanding between us..."

A black dragon girl with a blank face in a maid outfit blocked her.

"Favna, see off the guests."

"Yes, Master."