Free Web NovelChapter 1256: Chapter 1255: A Noble’s Dignity
The luxurious set of noble attire was scented for four hours, ensuring that upon wearing, a faint, soft fragrance could be detected.
These scents were prepared by the maids early in the morning, but they wouldn’t last too long — usually dissipating by the afternoon, which is why many nobles change clothes several times a day.
Aside from wealth, it’s more critical for them to maintain a fragrance that can mask the overpowering body odor of carnivores.
Otherwise... it would be an absolute disaster for anyone close to them!
This fragrance isn’t overpowering, unlike synthetic perfumes where the pungent scent invades your nostrils from afar.
The aroma from this scent requires a moment of calm to truly appreciate, slowly revealing itself more distinctly.
It lacks any harshness, and a few steps away from the scent source, it disappears immediately.
With the maids’ assistance, it took over forty minutes to don the entire outfit, including the flower collar!
The Secretariat was unusually lively today, with more cars parked than ever before. The young Count was smoking by his car, and upon spotting Lynch’s car approaching, flicked his cigarette to the ground and strode energetically towards Lynch’s vehicle.
He chose not to park his car inside the Secretariat’s parking lot, even though he had a designated spot, fearing it might be vandalized while he was away.
"Am I late?", Lynch, in a splendid attire, exuding nobility far beyond any noble, and handsome as though embodying the ideal of nobility, with such confidence, none could deny his noble resemblance.
The young Count shook hands with him first, followed by a hug, "No, you’re right on time."
"I stayed up late last night, it was exhilarating!", the young Count waved his fist in excitement.
Since his father’s passing, he hadn’t felt this joyous, at times questioning if someone had cursed him, as if the entire world was against him.
Aside from his mother, all his relatives wished for his demise, stealing from him, unwilling to concede his father’s title!
Silently he endured, with no warmth or light offered to him, until he met Lynch.
Nothing tasted sweeter than the success of revenge, not as an encouragement for vengeance, but as a reality!
When you crush the enemy’s head beneath your feet, the world seems wiped clean by an invisible hand, revealing a brand-new purity that can even move one to tears!
This was why the young Count couldn’t sleep; he adored this feeling and feared he might be addicted. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
The shadows in his heart were chased away by flames in that moment, rendering the world completely different to him.
A procession of nobles, their companions, followed them, drawing frequent glances from other nobles on the way to the Secretariat.
No wonder, the previous day’s events were known worldwide; Gafura’s noble internal strife had erupted.
Well, that’s the media’s usual hyperbole to capture public attention, yet it must contain some fundamental truth.
Viewing from certain angles, those claims weren’t wrong!
"Don’t get addicted to this feeling, when you have no enemies left to deal with, you’ll seek happiness in causing pain to others."
"History has many such tyrants, humiliated in their youth before inheriting the throne."
"Once in power, they unleash revenge rampantly, spiraling into madness."
"Indulgence in revenge leads to ultimate destruction."
Youngsters generally lack self-control, akin to elders urging them to sleep early, yet they always delay until deep into the night.
Similarly, doctors warn young people about excess, as bodies can’t endure frequent indulgence, yet some quickly deplete themselves.
If warnings worked, how beautiful would the world be?
As they entered the Secretariat, a cold snort was heard, Lynch paused to see an old noble.
His appearance unchanged from before, meticulously groomed hair, and flawless details on his attire.
No one could find a fault in his appearance, possibly the nobility’s dignity.
Kipling stood beside him, with a few other nobles.
The two sides encountered each other at the Secretariat entrance, immediately igniting sparks!
Seeing the young Count, Kipling’s eyes reddened; this man turned him into a global joke.
The glaring blunder, even many foreigners now report this scandal.
Worst of all, he was the lead role in this scandal, a noble beaten naked and abandoned on the street, an ignoble disgrace to his heritage!
There are whispers within the Secretariat that Kipling is unqualified to be nobility and cannot represent the nobility; his existence is a disgrace to all nobles!
He is no longer acknowledged, but those people have not yet reached the point of forcing him out; all of this is the doing of the Little Earl.
Feeling the increasing tension in the breaths of those around him, the old noble raised his hand to press Kipling’s shoulder.
If this were anywhere else, he wouldn’t have done so; he would rather that Kipling charged forward to be beaten, so he could also vent some anger.
But this is the Secretariat, and if he doesn’t stop these people, the ultimate disgrace will be his own.
In the world of nobility, even if the enemy who slaughtered your entire family appears before you, you must still smile when it’s time to smile.
The issues of revenge can be left for later, but at this moment, they must maintain the nobility’s demeanor.
This is the nobility’s decorum.
"You will regret everything you have done!", the old noble said arrogantly.
The Little Earl, now full of confidence, sneered, "That’s exactly what I want to say!"
At this moment, a major noble approached, and both sides restrained their tempers somewhat and headed into the Secretariat.
Today’s Secretariat is somewhat different from before; previously, the Little Earl’s group was isolated.
Now they are even more isolated, as if surrounded by an invisible force, with not a single person on the seats.
On the other side, a similar situation seems to be happening.
The old noble sat with a sullen face; apart from a few people, none were around him.
It’s as if some great force has separated both sides from the Noble Group within the Secretariat!
Actually, this is quite normal; it involves standing positions and stances, and until other nobles have decided whether to join in, they won’t blindly express their stance.
They won’t even say, "I support you", because sometimes a word can change many things.
A noble’s promise can be very cheap sometimes, and extremely precious other times, especially when the other party is also a noble.
This morning, the focus was on discussing the impeachment of the Eldest Prince; as the future successor of the Imperial Family, the Eldest Prince is naturally not easy to deal with.
The public is also very concerned about this matter, and it’s crucial to make them understand how severe the Imperial Family’s issues are.
"I have an idea...", Phoenix Duke glanced sideways at Lynch and the Little Earl’s group sitting in the corner, and then at the old noble’s group, "Many people think we are the forgotten ones who can’t keep up with the times."
"Maybe this time we can show them through certain matters that we are not that terrible."
"I discussed with others, and we can use live broadcasting to show the entire process directly to the residents of the Main Island."
Lynch’s eyebrow slightly raised, noting that Phoenix Duke referred to "Main Island residents", not using a broader term that includes the Amelia Region.
Indeed, his wording is quite correct, at least politically.
The Amelia Region has just stabilized, and showing the Eldest Prince of the Imperial Family being interrogated on TV may lead to unnecessary trouble.
Moreover, the Governor counts as a half Imperial Family member; his stance greatly influences the local area, and a careless approach could lead to unpredictable major troubles.
It’s like—our country defeated by Emperor Gafura, now Emperor Gafura himself is defeated, does this mean we are free?
Of course, this is not possible, but not everyone thinks it’s wrong.
Phoenix Duke is highly sensitive to political issues, and his proposal immediately sparked heated discussions among the nobles.
Nobles being judged is traditionally a very private process; the Secretariat and the Noble Court wouldn’t inform the outside plebeians how they determine if a noble is guilty.
This also pertains to the nobility’s decorum; from the noble’s perspective, plebeians aren’t entitled to see nobles judged; they are not worthy!
But now, Phoenix Duke’s proposal makes things interesting.
Despite the lively discussions, no one suggested opposing, and Phoenix Duke even prepared to inquire procedurally if there were any objections when Lynch suddenly stood up.
The room quickly fell silent, though some light discussions continued inevitably.
People looked at Lynch, some curious, some expressionless, and some showed signs of disgust.
After all, Lynch is the first non-Main Island noble in Gafura history; some even feel he shouldn’t be called a noble!
"Do you have any questions, Baron Lynch?"
