Chapter 43: The Envoy without Weakness

"Marteau Fran, fifty-six years old, comes from the deep-rooted Fardino family in the Principality. He is old-fashioned, arrogant, and stubborn, and has always remained neutral in the battle between the Prime Minister and the Princess." In the just-built council room in Paradise City, Christine's voice echoed in the vast space, looking so clear. Two months ago, she went to Constantine to investigate under the order of He Taiping, and hurried back to Paradise City before the departure of the Marquis Fran.

"It looks like a tortoise huddled in a shell, with nowhere to put his mouth!" He Taiping slowly stroked his chin and frowned slightly, "So, does he have any special hobbies, or any weaknesses in his personality?"

"Almost none. I have tried to lure it with many methods, but found out..." Christine closed the file and had a bit of depression on her face that had always been confident. "He has no interest in money, has no desire for power, does not like to enjoy it, and does not be close to women. He can be described as a monster. Many people in Constantine say that the position that is most suitable for this Marquis of Fran should actually be the bishop of the Holy Holy Church."

The audience rolled their eyes together and felt a little headache. If possible, no one wanted to deal with such an old-fashioned person. However, if Fleir wants to be renamed in this incident and to develop smoothly in Paradise City, it must be supported by this envoy. Therefore, even if you know that no matter how difficult the other party is to deal with it, you must bite the bullet and deal with him. It is just light, but it is too difficult to do.

"Does there be no weakness? That may not be!" In the quiet silence, He Taiping suddenly stood up and snapped his fingers gently, "I always feel that no one will have no interest in comfort, otherwise he will definitely not be a human. Therefore, if a person is not moved by these temptations and he is not very interested in power - this means that he must have other pursuits..."

"It's reputation!" Everyone who was reminded looked at each other. Christine suddenly smiled slightly and gave the answer, "I think this Marquis Fran must regard his reputation as more than life."

"That's right, it's this invisible thing!" He Taiping raised his hand gently, and Angel next to him immediately presented fruit milk. "In my hometown, there was a kind of person called Neo-Confucians - they were very similar to Marquis Fran and lived forever in the evaluation of others' evaluation of themselves. The best way to deal with such people is to use their reputation as a threat. As for how to threaten, I believe I don't need to teach you!"

After less than ten seconds of silence, laughter suddenly sounded in the chamber, and soon more people joined. A few seconds later, these guys who were even more demons began to make various suggestions on how to drag the Marquis Fran into the water. Their enthusiasm for discussion was so high that Gutland, who was invited to walk into the chamber, shivered and began to wonder if he was really a big demon...

"Ah Yeh!" While the heated discussion was being discussed here, a middle-aged man in Lord Bruce's mansion couldn't help but sneeze and felt a little chill. He was about fifty years old, with a slightly thin figure, and the lines on his face seemed to be carved with a knife, which looked very old-fashioned.

"Mr. Fran, are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to add some clothes?" Saye, who was pouring red wine for him, was slightly stunned and asked diligently. The many battles with Frair over the past few months have exhausted the elderly man, and he only forced himself to support him with one breath.

"No, it's nothing, probably because the cold wave came early!" The man called Fran was undoubtedly the Marquis Fran who came from Constantine. Although he accepted Saye's attentive hospitality and was even higher than him, Fran still had no smile on his face, as old-fashioned as a puppet.

Not only that, because he was worried about encountering a trap, the Marquis Fran also brought two pharmacists to come. Each bottle of red wine had to be inspected by the two pharmacists before he could drink a little. In addition to this caution, he also wore a necklace with warning magic. If he was attacked, the necklace would immediately send the information and inform Constantine's parliament.

Judging from these methods, Marquis Fran is not only a stinky and tough guy, but also a man without a mind. For this dangerous trip to Monyata, he obviously made all kinds of preparations, even if he offended many people. Fortunately, Saye had already experienced Fran's inhumaneness and was not angry at this moment, but just signaled Carl to pour wine for him. After the two drank a few glasses, Saye put down his glass and asked, "Sir Fran, what are you going to deal with this Monyata riot?"

Fran looked at him expressionlessly and said lightly: "I will investigate this matter in depth before making a conclusion. However, no matter what the result is, all kinds of strange things will occur in the southern territory, which is obviously related to the desolation of government affairs by the lords! In my opinion, the matter of Mengyata is on one hand, and your self-examination is on the other hand!"

Such impolite remarks are no different from slapping someone in the face. Saye cursed in his heart, but he did not dare to show any dissatisfaction on his face. Fortunately, the next moment, Fran seemed to have sold his face and continued: "But no matter what, Furel dared to build a new city in Monyata without authorization. This is simply despising the law of the principality! I must report this matter to the parliament truthfully and urge it to be dealt with strictly!"

This sentence finally made Saye smile slightly. The three of them drank a few more drinks and went to rest. When Fran left under the guidance of the servant, Saye turned his head again and looked at his son beside him and said, "Carl, please send this Lord Fran out of the city as soon as possible tomorrow! Hell, I would rather look at that bastard He Taiping than see this zombie-faced gentleman again!"

The nickname of the zombie face is obviously extremely vivid. Carl smiled and ordered the leader of the light jaw. Then he took the tray from the servant and whispered: "Dad, you are not in good health recently, and the cold wave has arrived early... The decoction I prepared for you should still be taken on time!"

"Don't worry, I'll drink a bowl every day, but it tastes too bitter." Saye looked at him as if nothing had happened, slowly picked up the cup of medicine, and said casually, "By the way, go and see if Marquis Fran has fallen asleep, don't let him walk around, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

Carl nodded and took the order, put a plate of candy next to the medicine, then turned around and left. Shortly after his figure disappeared, Saye frowned slightly, put down the cup of medicine, looked at the servant beside him and said, "Dro, have you felt discomfort these days?"

Deluo was stunned for a moment and replied in a low voice: "Sir, there should be no problem with the medicine. In addition, I have also asked several mages and alchemists to analyze it, but I did not find any toxins in it. On the contrary, there are quite a lot of nutrients in it, and there are also a few rare and precious medicinal materials."

"Who, is that true?" Saye rubbed his long beard, as if he was a little unexpected. After a moment of silence, he slowly raised the cup of medicine and drank it hesitantly. Then his whole body shook violently. Dro, who had been testing medicine continuously for several days, did not dare to neglect it. He hurriedly handed the candy cubes and shook his head and said, "Sir, this medicine is too bitter. You should drink it in several times!"

Saye could not speak at this time. He swallowed five or six candies in a row and then smiled bitterly: "It's so bitter. No wonder you feel like going to hell every time you drink medicine for me... I really feel that your body is warm. It seems that Carl has grown up a lot!"

Delo agreed with a slight hue, "What you said is that the Count has matured a lot in the past few months. If you train more, you may not be able to inherit your position. Please forgive me for saying, can you consider cultivating him? Maybe in a few years..."

"That's all, he is not the right person to inherit the lord." Saye shook his head and interrupted Dro. Two months ago, several concubines he favored were pregnant with children, and perhaps there was a boy among them. His body was quite strong. As long as he spent another ten years, he would definitely be able to cultivate a better heir. It would be better to pin his hopes on Carl.

Seeing this, Dros didn't have much to say, and immediately guarded Saye back to the bedroom to rest. Shortly after they left, Carl's figure turned out from the corner of the wall not far away and walked slowly into the living room. Looking at the empty tray, he nodded slowly and smiled with satisfaction.
Chapter completed!