Steel, Guns and the Industrial Party Across the World Chapter 221

After returning to the residence, Paul told Cecil and the female consultant what happened at the banquet.

Cecil rubbed his chin and clicked his tongue, "Now the drunks in the tavern have something new to talk about. My lord, I guarantee that within three days there will be countless versions of the story about the succession of the duke title. "

"So exaggerated?"

"This kind of thing that reveals a strong taste of conspiracy has always been liked by people. Even if there is no conspiracy or complicated process, it will be embellished."

"Cecile, we need to strengthen the collection of intelligence on the Kent family in the future. He was hostile to us before, even if he doesn't trouble us in the future, he must always be on guard. After Maltz Kent became the Duke, the The power is greater."

"My lord, I know this."

Paul said, "If there's nothing else, we'll go back tomorrow."

"Oh? My lord, Center City will hold a martial arts tournament for several days in a row? Don't you want to stay and watch?"

"I'm not interested in those things at all. I'm more concerned about the expansion of the ironworks than the tournament."

The female advisor was very supportive of Paul's decision, probably because of the hidden identity, Ladi felt insecure when she left Arda.

Before dinner, Myron and Victor came back.

"It's weird!"

The Earl Garnard spread his hands and said inexplicably.

"I was quite excited at first, but in a certain match, I suddenly thought that those knights who were showing off their might could be knocked down by an ordinary person with a musket, and I suddenly felt that the tournament was boring. "

"Okay, Myron, let's go back together tomorrow!"

Everyone has reached a consensus.

The dungeon in the duke's mansion is a dark, dank place.

This is especially true in the deepest part of the dungeon, where the air is stale and a musty smell permeates it.

Only a few torches stuck on the wall exude a little light and warmth.

Over the years, countless criminals and enemies of the Ferdinand family have been imprisoned here, and many people have spent the last tragic time of their lives here.

Many of them have died in vain. If you listen carefully in the dungeon, you can hear low voices like whispering to yourself, as if the ghosts of the dead are wandering here and there, telling their misfortunes.

In this quiet place where people can have auditory hallucinations, footsteps suddenly sounded.

A guard led an old man here, and they came to the door of the deepest cell.

There was a figure lying behind the iron railing. When he heard someone coming, he immediately sat up and looked outside.

The guard glanced at the figure in the cell, and saluted him, "Master Viscount, your housekeeper has come to see you."

The person imprisoned here is Viscount Henry, who offended his elder brother, Duke Ferdinand, because of his succession to the title. However, although he was imprisoned in the deepest part of the dungeon under the Duke's order, the guards guarding the cell did not dare to treat him as an ordinary prisoner.

After all, Henry is a member of the Ferdinand family, a viscount, and the younger brother of the Duke. Although the Duke is furious and locked up his younger brother, they do not despise Henry. Well, their gang of little shrimps are sure to be in bad luck.

"Housekeeper, you're finally here~"

Henry inside had a mournful face, as if he was enduring great grievances and unwillingness.

"Woo, how can my brother treat me like this, I'm his own brother!"

While talking, Henry started to cry with snot and tears.

The butler sighed and comforted him: "Master Viscount, please don't do this. I have already pleaded for you in front of the Duke. I think he will not really embarrass you."

"Huh? You already met my brother? What did he say?"

"Your Excellency the Duke said that you will be imprisoned for two more days..."

Before the housekeeper could speak to me, there was a rush of footsteps outside.

A man dressed as an officer with a livid face broke in, followed by two other guards guarding the cell.

The guard who had led the butler in earlier felt that something was wrong when he saw the colors of the two companions behind the officer.

Sure enough, the officer came to hit him in front of him and slapped him with a big slap.

A red five-fingerprint appeared on the guard's face. He covered his face and lowered his head, waiting for his superior to scold him.

The guard is not very familiar with the boss in front of him. The officer in charge of the dungeon was transferred a few days ago, and then replaced with this one. It is rumored that he has a close relationship with the Earl of Kent.

The officer yelled at the guard: "I just went out to take a pee, and you didn't let me worry about it. You even led outsiders into the cell without my permission!"

The guard looked aggrieved, "But, my lord. He is Viscount Henry's butler!"

The officer blew his beard and stared and said loudly: "That's not allowed, anyone who comes in has to get my permission."

Although he was yelling at the guards, it was obviously not just for the guards.

The old housekeeper who was standing aside hurriedly came over to apologize: "My lord, please forgive me, I don't understand the rules here."

Viscount Henry, who was locked up, looked at a loss, as if he was afraid.

The officer turned his head and looked at the butler, "Mr. Steward, I'm not unreasonable, but rules are rules. Look..."

He glanced at the wooden box in the housekeeper's hand.

The butler immediately presented the wooden box with both hands~www.mtlnovel.com~ Oh, this is food for Lord Viscount, I'm afraid he won't be used to eating in prison. Please check it out. "

"Then pardon my offense."

The officer didn't talk nonsense, opened the box immediately, and checked everything carefully.

The box was indeed full of food, and he returned the box to the housekeeper.

"After delivering the things, just say a few words and leave. There is a time limit for prison visits, and Lord Viscount is no exception."

"Yes, yes. I'll be leaving in a moment."

The butler fully agreed, and he handed the box to Viscount Henry on the other side of the iron fence, told him a few words about paying attention to his health, and then got up to leave.

Before leaving, he took out a bag and stuffed it into the officer who had been watching them all the time.

"My lord, please take care of Viscount Henry more in the future."

The officer shook the bag, and there was a crisp and pleasant sound inside, and a smile appeared on his tense face.

"It's easy to talk about. I will definitely take good care of the younger brother of the Duke."

Then he led the butler outside.

Viscount Henry's crying voice came from behind: "Housekeeper, you have to persuade my brother again! He was taken care of by you when he was a child, and he will definitely listen to you."

The footsteps grew fainter and eventually died away altogether.

Viscount Henry opened the wooden box, but did not start eating immediately, but took out the bread inside and broke open one by one.

After opening the third bread, there was a small paper roll embedded in it.

"really…"

While muttering to himself, the Viscount took out the small paper roll inside the bread.

His previous wimpy look also disappeared.

"Hmph, my good brother. I thought you had forgotten what the deepest cell was for. Now it seems you still remember."

Chapter end

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