Sleeping Beauty Wants The Throne
44. Remove Your Trash First

"Your Grace?"

Louis, who had been busy watching the market from the top floor of a tavern, suddenly turned to the door.

"Grand Duke has arrived."

Louis nodded. "I've been waiting, let him in."

Before long a dark hooded man entered without opening his face. Louis memorized Alastair's posture so well that he knew for sure that the person behind the cloth must be his old friend.

"I've just bought a couple of decades old bottles of top quality wine." Louis showed off a bottle of concentrated drink with a proud smile. "You enjoy it with me? You still like to drink, don't you?"

"Muccess ...."

"I've hired five women to accompany you tonight. I know, the trip from Brighton here must have taken a lot of your precious time. For that just think of the women I hired for you this time as representatives of my apology."

Alastair's jaw is hardened. "I don't need those women."

"Don't get mad." Louis chuckled and poured the wine into two glass cups. "I was just kidding. Ckckck, I didn't think you'd changed until now either."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Before debutante season. You don't intend to find a wife, do you?" louis asked with a wicked smile. "This year I plan to attend."

Alastair replied with an annoyed look. "Is that all you want to say?"

Louis. "Calm down, Grand Duke. Calm. Our age is growing, as soon as possible we have to have a wife to continue our title."

"For now women are not my main focus. This morning I got a report about the village children who disappeared somewhere. What if ... their loss turns out to be related to foreign goods that you meant the other day?"

Louis stopped the movement of the wine pouring and put the bottle back on the table. His dark bead meant many things. I don't know, Alastair doesn't know for sure.

"I've found out who's involved in that suspicious trade."

"May I know who did it?"

Louis was silent before he called out by the code, "Sormenia's second man."

Crown Prince. Evandres.

"What are you saying that to me?" Alastair answered casually while drinking the wine that Louis had poured. He was not surprised, not at all. Given the same nature of Evandre as his father —haus will power— does not rule out the possibility if the man is directly involved in this matter.

"Some delivery places I've checked in the field. Along with that, the initials ElE is always on the list of visitors' names," Louis explained seriously. "And what I'm very sure of is the time of left-wing soldier management last night. The Crown Prince used the same code I saw on the visitor's roster."

"El. Evandre la Empyrean?"

Hearing Alastair's reply, Louis nodded slowly.

"That boy is really crazy." Alastair shook his head faintly, condemning Evandre's stupidity. "His age is older than mine, but his thoughts are not as distant as those of children who would be crushed by a bribe of candy."

"Yes .. and we can't let the Crown Prince off. The king is old, soon the throne will be handed down to him."

"If Evandre doesn't act, maybe the King can still live for a few more years." Alastair thinning lips. "But according to my calculations, the King will not be long."

"Does the King have any diseases?"

Alastair chuckled, "The disease given by his own son."

"What's...."

"During this time Evandre routinely delivers poison in his cigarette" Alastair replied casually. "The two jackasses will die slowly."

"Grand Duke, how do you know?"

"I was indirectly the one who told that stupid Evandre to do it. It was easy to instigate her who had no principles." This time Alastair answered coldly. "His father must be paid for with his life. If he thinks he can control my mother's mind to kill my father, then I can control his son's mind to kill him. Impas, right?"

Louis remained silent. He knew very well that Alastair had deep wounds from the events of decades ago and he would never be able to forgive the man of the throne until his revenge was avenged.

And thrones. As long as his heir was alive, the throne was actually Alastair's right as the birth son of the previous king. Not Izaikhel let alone Evandre.

After a long period of hanging, Louis finally spoke up. "It will be very difficult if our opponent this time comes from the royal family."

"Difficult doesn't mean you can't."

Louis looked up as Alastair stood up from his seat after saying the sentence.

"I'm leaving. Wait for my cue and don't dare to move on your own. The Crown Prince's spies were scattered everywhere. Some disguised as pedestrians."

Then Alastair glanced at Louis' bodyguard who was standing quietly beside the door. "Then the others disguised themselves as subordinates who had been listening to our conversation."

Louis understood the code from Alastair and his eyes glanced at the man Alastair was referring to. "I understand. The trash that's in my place, let me destroy it."

"I'm not interested in interfering." Alastair patted Louis on the shoulder, as they often did and smiled faintly. "See you later. My advice, if you want to take out the trash, make sure you throw it all away with nothing left over. I see that's enough trash of yours."

Louis nodded and understood. It should have taken him a long time to investigate the Crown Prince case. It turned out that many of his subordinates were from people he suspected and that was known to the Grand Duke.

Ah, if the Grand Duke hadn't told him, I don't know when this matter would have been resolved.

"I'll do it." Louis nodded briefly.

Then Alastair turned back through the door after covering his face again. Lurking in the darkness of the night, uniting with the shadows, and returning without anyone noticing.

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The cold plus the late hour did not dampen Luz's determination to wait for Ochonner to return home from Thompsville right in the mansion's courtyard. He sat on the top step step step while tightening his occasional sagging coat. Drowsiness attacked him since a few minutes ago due to boredom, but the white woman had absolutely no intention to move from there.

It's been a few hours. But why didn't Ochonner show up? luz said in his heart.

Without Luz realizing it, before long a horse carriage was seen entering the mansion.

"Did the Grand Duke there ask you something while I was away?"

Wilbert McKinney nodded as they got off the train and walked side by side towards the entrance. "He sent his question in the form of parchment. Everything is ready on your desk."

Ochonner sighed and grumbled, "It's only now that I've been told to work."

Wilbert smiled. "For tonight you can rest for a while. Tomorrow morning I'll merge your present work with tomorrow's, how?"

"No, I'll work on it now" Ochonner replied quickly.

Joining the job is a bad choice. Ochonner did not want his desk filled with tons of tasks because it was not done on time.

"My Lord, is that Crystal Lady sitting there?"

Ochonner raised his face and narrowed his eyes to focus his vision on the silhouette of the woman sitting on the steps of the stairs. Not wrong again, when he saw the white hair must be the Odyssey.

"What's he doing there this winter?" Gigi Ochonner is upset. "McKinney, go first. I'll catch up."

"Okay, My Lord."

Ochonner immediately approached the twin with a super irritated face. "Odyss, what do you mean sitting here alone at night?!"

Luz did not answer. His feet were bent with his head leaning over it with a regular roar of breath.

"No need to wait until this late. Watch your own health, idiot." Ochonner slipped his hand under Luz's knee, while the other hand was under the woman's neck and then carried her into the mansion which looked straight.

Fortunately Luz's body was not so heavy that Ochonner did not mind as he carried the girl up the circular steps connected to their rooms. Putting him on the bed, Ochonner returned and went into his own room.

Two servants who were originally in charge of cleaning ceramic jars on the second floor suddenly realized the arrival of the owner of the mansion who was carrying his sister's body.

"I have long noticed that our master is different from the other brothers. Ah, if they weren't brothers, I would have been very supportive of their relationship!" say one of them who got carried away.

"His lordship loves his brother very much. Oh, naw. They both love each other. Otherwise, there's no way her ladyship would want to sit outside waiting for her to come home this winter," said the other one no less boisterous. "You're brothers or not, don't care. I will be a supporter of the two brothers until they get married!"

"The royal family has also had a blood wedding. Next, let our masters and misses catch up!"

And well, maybe soon the skewed gossip will spread in the mansion of the person who was rumored.