It was almost dusk, and the sky to the west was so big that it was burning clouds, bright red, like a large rippling blood.

More than twenty four-wheeled carriages were blocked when they tried to turn into Tea Street. The soldiers in the barricade raised their rifles and uncovered the tarpaulin that covered the field cannon, revealing their dark muzzle.

An Imperial Army lieutenant stood behind the horse-received stake, raised his right hand majestic and headed towards the convoy.

"The Silk Street, Tea Street, Spice Street and Porcelain Street are all blocked around the police station. Please take a detour."

In the first carriage, two middle-aged men holding royal etiquette scepters strode out. The heavy alloy scepter in their hands hit the ground with heavy sounds, making two dull loud noises.

"Praise the Queen, and the royal family should not be hindered in the territory of the empire."

Two "wow" sounds, hanging on the head of the etiquette scepter, two thin metal cylinders two feet wide shook, and two blood-colored flags slid out of the metal cylinder.

On the blood-colored flags that represent the imperial royal family, the swords and axes intertwined, the castle silhouettes and hydrazes tangled, and the shield-shaped heraldry decorated with thorn wreaths are particularly distinct.

The imperial officers and soldiers in the barricades put down their weapons at the same time, stood attentively and saluted, then moved the horse-rejecting piles, sandbags and other items that were blocked, and allowed the convoy to "bump" into the street.

The two middle-aged men did not get on the car, so they walked in the front of the convoy. The two blood-colored flags shaking gently in the wind. Wherever they passed along the way, the military and police saluted one after another, while the ordinary citizens walking on the street in groups of three to one, bowed to the two blood-colored flags from afar.

A huge empire, a powerful empire, comes from the strong will of the Great Northern Worm.

With the scarlet gaze of Hydra, even the most traditional, conservative, and unruly old stubborn in the mountains of Jiasica, they had to bow their heads.

‘Bow your head, pay tribute, or cut off your stubborn and raised heads’ – this sentence has echoed for a full forty years on the lands of Tulum Port and Kasica.

After walking along Tea Street for half a mile, it was the south gate of Tulun Port Police Station and the only main entrance to and from.

At the main entrance, Major General Doron and other army generals, led a large number of officers, were already lined up neatly at the door.

"The noble member of the Heidelah Fort, the seventh heir to the throne of the Empire, the owner of the Ice Sea Earth, the Duke of Ethran, Her Majesty the Queen, and His Highness Ferrit von Heidelah Fort arrived."

Two middle-aged men stood solemnly outside the front door of the police station, and their etiquette scepters were knocking heavily on the ground. A loud voice spread throughout the huge yard of the police station.

Major General Doron and other imperial officers and soldiers stood at the same time and saluted, their faces tightly.

Before, a down-and-out nobleman from the imperial capital died. He used the editor-in-chief of the Tulun Port Post to make trouble in Tulun Port.

Before we could find out who Hill was and who killed him, a serious imperial royal family appeared here.

It's really a headache.

The carriage doors were opened one after another, and young people wearing traditional aristocratic clothes or traditional knightly clothes walked out of the carriage.

Major General Doron and others' faces became increasingly ugly.

A member of the imperial royal family, plus a large number of young and unreliable noble children... Looking at the family emblems hanging on their chests, among these young people, the most ranks, came from the Earl family, other viscounts and barons.

Headache, severe headache.

Major General Doron and others, whether in the army or in the local area, were the most troublesome young people from middle and lower aristocratic families.

The family background is insufficient, lacks educational resources, limited vision and experience, and claims to be a noble family, and acts rampantly and has no rules to start. In various parts of the empire, the most troubles are caused every year are these young people from small families.

On the contrary, those young people from big families who have truly come from big families who have been in the past have been influenced by them since childhood, have learned a lot, and have deep knowledge and have taught them since childhood, and have family elders who have also taught them the way of dealing with people.

Those noble children from real big families will not cause trouble as long as they do not touch their bottom line.

Major General Doron and others couldn't help but sigh heavily in their hearts.

The door of a four-wheeled carriage opened in the middle, and an old man who made every move slowly walked out of the carriage. Then he stood beside the carriage door and bowed slightly.

Ferrit von Heidelberg, wearing a large naval dress, wearing a large cloak, and holding a cane, walked out of the carriage with a expressionless face.

He strode to Major General Doron who was standing in front of him, looked down at Major General Doron, and asked in a deep voice: "Imperial Navy Jong Harrington Fort, Imperial Navy Officer Hanks von Dellington, where are they?"

Major General Doron said in a deep voice: "They are suspected..."

Fillet interrupted Major General Doron: "Where are they, take me to see. On behalf of the Imperial Navy, I will give you the most severe warning - if they have suffered any personal injury, all of you will be punished the most severely!"

Major General Doron and his colleagues standing beside him were in cold sweat at the back of their hearts.

The pressure brought by Ficket was too great that they could not afford to have such severe reprimands of an imperial royal family.

‘Hohohoho’!

Duke Ross's extremely personal laughter came from afar, and a large group of soldiers rushed towards him in a few four-wheeled carriages.

A black long skirt, black gloves, a black narrow-brimmed hat, and a few black violets were inserted on it. The whole body was black, with only a red face and white teeth. The more beautiful Duke Ross made him walk out of the carriage, shaking the sandalwood folding fan, and slowly walked to Ferritt.

"His Royal Highness Fellit... Hohoho, I hugged you when you were a child... But you definitely don't remember it. It was in the Mirror Palace at that time. You were just three days old. The Archbishop gave you a holy bath. You urinated the Archbishop... It's a pity that the brand new robe is a high-end product with a set of 20,000 gold marks!"

Ficket finally created the crushing aura of Major General Doron and others instantly collapsed.

His dark gray eyes flashed, and he bowed to Duke Ross solemnly: "Hisser Ross, I originally said that I will go to visit the door tomorrow... Well, when I leave the imperial capital, Master Byron asks me to say hello to you."

"Byron?" Duke Ross raised his brows, then covered half of his face with a folding fan, and laughed loudly: "Naughty little guy, I almost forgot that I have this son... Well, I must teach him a lesson next time. If I want to say hello to me, why not write a letter? Instead, I have to entrust... 'outsiders'... to bring a message!"

The word "outsider" was clear, and Duke Ross made a special emphasis on his tone.

Ficket's face turned a little ugly. He picked up a blue vein on his broad forehead, and then smiled and said, "Young Master Byron is in the imperial capital and usually has a good relationship with me."

"Don't teach him badly!" With a 'bang', Duke Ross put away his folding fan. In front of so many people, she used the fan to hit Fellit's chest: "As a poor country widow, I only have such a son... If he learns bad things, hohoho!"

Standing beside the carriage, the old man who acted meticulously like a machine scolded sternly: "Duke of Jiasica, pay attention to your words and deeds!"

"Shut up your mouth, a humble slave!" Duke Ross turned around and shouted at the old man: "I also said and acted like this in front of Her Majesty. Do you want to say, are you more noble than Her Majesty? An old thing who doesn't know how to live or die!"

With a "bang", the folding fan in Duke Ross's hand pressed heavily on Fericket's white face.

"Go away from Byron, dear Ferrich. I will write to Her Majesty the Queen about your threat to me, a poor country widow, in the name of Byron."

Duke Ross looked at Ferker, who was embarrassed and smiled again: "Sorry, sorry, but it's really ridiculous... You used the methods of those hypocritical guys in the imperial capital to deal with me, a country widow... It's really interesting."

Ficket's mouth squirmed violently for a few times. He looked at Duke Ross with a stiff face for a while, then smiled brightly and bowed slightly to Duke Ross: "I offended it, I'm very sorry, Lord Ross."

"Young people, learn to be more steadfast in their work." Duke Ross said coldly: "Otherwise, be careful that you are like your father, and you were shot in the butt the first time you went to the battlefield."

"Although it is said in the Imperial Army that scars are the 'military medal' of men's merits, whether it is the thighs, arms, chest, belly, or even the 'military medal' on their faces, they can be taken out to show off to others at any time."

"But... the 'military seal' on his butt... he had the nerve to show it out, and I'm embarrassed to appreciate it seriously." Duke Ross once again covered half of his face with a folding fan, and kept smiling.

Ficket's face turned paler a little, and he hid his hands under the cloak and clenched his fists hard.

This damn old countrywoman... deserves to be dead for her whole family of men...

However, this old widow was trusted by Her Majesty the Queen. She held the power and had a huge influence in the south, and was extremely powerful.

And I am just a royal duke who can't make ends meet!

Fickel forced out a bright smile and whispered: "Father certainly doesn't want to hear what you said just now."

"Then let him come to me personally!" Duke Ross looked at Fericket proudly: "You are not worth enough!"

With a cold smile, Duke Ross asked Youyou: "What do you want to do when you come here?"

"Henieve, Hanks!" Fericket squeezed out these two names from the cracks of his teeth.

Duke Ross was silent for a while, and put away the folding fan and opened it again and again. After several times, she said coldly: "Then, come with me... what they did this time is really dirty."

Ficket pursed his lips tightly, not answering Duke Ross's words.
Chapter completed!