Chapter 568 Retaliation Ⅰ

The news of Dean's 'conversation' with the Marquis of York spread far faster than expected. n ∈ top n ∈ point n ∈ small n ∈ say,

At breakfast the next day, Leni's servant Hawke appeared at the dining table holding a stack of invitations——

"My lord, miss, good morning!"

Hawke, who was acting as the butler temporarily, greeted Dean and Leni, and then naturally placed the invitation in his hand in front of them.

"So many? At least thirty!"

There was surprise in Leni's voice.

She wasn't surprised by the invitation itself. After learning about Dean's actions yesterday, Leni had already expected that invitations would appear in Bugle Town, but she didn't expect so many invitations.

"The nobles of the Emerald City, big and small, have sent invitations to us...including the Javier family that your father is in charge of, miss, and some families that were hostile to us before!"

Hawke explained.

"Father?"

Leni frowned.

Then, he looked at Dean.

For her own family, Leni doesn't have too much resentment from a personal point of view, but from the point of view of the Zelgon family, she needs to consider more.

Especially when she understood that her father would definitely stand on the Javier family's side.

Therefore, some things must go through Dean.

"Stay where we stand, if someone has shown kindness, we don't mind giving the same kindness!"

Dean replied.

There are some obvious and thought-provoking commands embedded in the discourse.

However, both Leni and Hawk understood the meaning.

"At least. Every time Siri looks at me. No need to run so far!"

Lenny laughed.

"This is an invitation from the Kuster family!"

Hawke deliberately took out the invitation card belonging to the allies of the Zelgang family.

This is an invitation that at first glance looks very inconspicuous. But if you take a closer look, you can find the invitation card with exquisite workmanship and materials, and the cursive characters on it are even more pleasing to the eye.

"That Chancellor of the Exchequer always does that!"

Dean accepted the invitation and couldn't help laughing.

This is the attitude of the other party, just like the other party himself, unobtrusive, but once in contact, it cannot be ignored.

"are you going?"

Leni asked.

"A small banquet tonight...should be fine!"

Dean looked at the contents of the invitation. Finally, nodded.

Before, Dean had already told Leni that he would only stay in Bugle Town for about three days, and then he was going to the north—he had to deal with more things in person.

"Can you please accompany me to the Kuster family mansion?"

Dean stood up, stretched out his hand to Leni in front of him, and said with a smile.

"Of course, it's my pleasure!"

Leni stood up with the same smile, and put her hand in Dean's palm.

Then. Dean exerted a little force on his palm, and Leni was held in Dean's arms. The two looked at each other, with extreme tenderness and indescribable sweetness.

Hawk, who was standing aside, lowered his head straight and began to look at his boots, as if he could see a flower from them.

Until there was a knock on the door outside——

Boom, boom...

Very rhythmic knocking on the door.

"Come in!"

Dean, who was disturbed, raised his eyebrows subconsciously, but, under Leni's comfort, he returned to his seat again, and his voice became calm.

"My lord, the messenger from the palace is here!"

The burly but average-sized former captain of Bugle Town, Mark, was still as rigid as Dean remembered, reporting at the same pace and with the same voice.

"Oh, please come in!"

After looking at Leni with a little surprise, Dean said.

"That His Majesty also knew what happened yesterday?"

After Mark left, Leni couldn't help guessing.

"Well, moreover, I should have known it in great detail. That's why I sent an envoy directly to invite me into the palace—this His Majesty has become unknown since he ascended the throne!"

Dean nodded, and there was an unknown meaning in his words.

"Is there any danger?"

Leni was keenly aware of the difference in Dean's words, and she asked directly.

"It's not dangerous, but... very troublesome!"

Dean replied like this.

Then, he comforted Leni with a smile.

"Don't worry, I can know what His Majesty is thinking. He just wants to win me over and has no other malicious intentions. With my current strength, this kind of encounter is justified, isn't it?"

Dean took Leni's hand and said softly.

"But, where is Your Highness?"

Lenny frowned.

She is very clear about the relationship between Dean and the Emerald Duke, and it is a life-saving grace; similarly, she is more aware of Dean's loyalty to the Emerald Duke.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is rock solid.

"That's why I said trouble!"

Dean sighed softly.

A moment later, the palace messenger came in, and just as Dean expected, the young king invited him into the palace.

"I need to arrange some things, can you wait a moment?"

Dean asked the palace envoy.

"certainly!"

The messenger replied very politely.

Apparently, before coming, the envoy had received considerable instructions.

"Leni, I need you to attend the Zelgon family's dinner for me!"

Dean turned to look at his wife.

"give it to me!"

Leni replied like this, and then, she took a step closer, pressed against Dean's chest, and said in a low voice, "Be careful!"

"Um!"

Dean nodded.

Then, he simply tidied up, put on all the equipment, followed the palace attendant, and walked to the carriage parked outside—it wasn't that Dean didn't trust the young His Majesty the King, it was just out of caution. .

after all. Dean knows that. wearing. There is an obvious difference between him who is held in hand and him who is bare-handed and unclothed.

The combat effectiveness has been weakened by at least 30%.

To know is still quite dependent.

And the skills that come with it have unexpected effects.

"Your weapon is really huge!"

The palace envoy praised in this way.

Then, the messenger knocked on the partition of the compartment. Immediately, with the sound of the whip, the carriage started slowly, and the eight guarding knights shook the reins at the same time.

"Your Excellency Zelgon, you are really amazing! You can be on par with the Marquess of York!"

The palace envoy said with a tone of admiration.

"It's just a coincidence!"

Dean replied with characteristic humility.

"You are so humble!"

The palace envoy said with a smile, and then asked: "Do you need any drinks? I have some good tea here!"

While speaking, the palace envoy opened the closet on the first floor of the carriage.

Then, he pulled out the coffee table under his feet.

Soon, a set of tea utensils appeared on it.

And the palace envoy had already lit the small charcoal stove. Put the teapot on, at the same time. He took out small tea bricks the size of fingernails and crushed them one by one with a table knife.

Then opened the small paper packets one by one.

Except for one bag of white sugar, the rest are spices extracted from plants.

The palace envoy picked up another table knife, and according to the unique ratio, put the sugar and spices into the kettle respectively, and when the water really boiled, the previously crushed tea leaves were also poured into it.

The whole process was smooth and flowing, full of royal etiquette.

"Actually, green tea is good enough - this is my habit!"

Dean admired the elegant movements of the other party, and expressed his opinion.

"Really? I also like green tea very much!"

The palace envoy froze, and then laughed lightly.

It seemed like he was trying to cover up the embarrassment he did before, but the next moment, from his hand, a small cold light shot straight into Dean's eyes.

And a dagger followed closely behind.

call!

With a wave of Dean's hand, the flying dart was knocked away, and the dagger stabbed by the opponent was also caught by Dean's palm.

Crunch, crunch!

The opponent twitched the dagger vigorously, but the dagger seemed to be clamped by a pair of steel pliers. No matter how the opponent twisted, it would have no effect except for the tooth-piercing metal twisting sound.

After realizing that the dagger was useless, the opponent raised his leg and kicked towards the charcoal fire on the side.

boom!

In the dull sound, the other party let out an exclamation.

The opponent's foot didn't hit the charcoal fire, but kicked Dean's outstretched calf.

The feeling like kicking on a steel plate made the palace envoy feel like his soles were about to shatter.

Click, click...

A layer of frost began to spread from Dean's palm, and spread across the opponent's body in an instant.

Still, Dean has his measure.

It didn't kill the other party, it just made the other party lose their mobility.

"Who are you?"

Dean asked in a low voice.

"Of course I am the emissary of the palace! His Majesty sent me to get rid of your cancer!"

The other party yelled loudly.

"A messenger from the palace? Sent by His Majesty?"

Dean asked continuously, and then sneered straight away. He pushed open the door and looked outside. The eight escorting knights were looking at the carriage in surprise at the moment.

Obviously, they heard the movement in the carriage, but because of their identities, they didn't know how to deal with it.

"Who can help me inform Lord Woodnick, or Lord Elanke and Ellie?"

Dean named the stubborn royal adviser and the two royal silvers.

"I'm going to report!"

Immediately, a knight leader stood up and patted his horse away.

"Then... let's talk about your identity now!"

Dean took a deep look at the leader of the knights who had gone away, and then his eyes fell on the messenger of the palace in front of him again, and asked coldly.

The first update of ps~(to be continued...)

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