Darkstone Code

Chapter 1258 - 1256: This Is the Real 1256

What can be said about a title?

It is an eternal class barrier that can never be broken. Yes, within the noble class, there exists another set of class barriers.

A Baron is always a Baron, a Viscount is always a Viscount, and a Duke is, of course, always a Duke, unless the titles are abolished, or there are new changes.

The differences brought by titles are insurmountable. When a Baron knows that a Duke is wrong, he can only keep his opinion to himself rather than criticize the Duke for being wrong.

You may disagree, but you cannot oppose, because you are a noble, and the other person is also a noble. You must maintain some decorum.

Respect is something that if you offer to others, they will return to you.

If you expect to maintain decorum without wanting to offer anything, I’m afraid no one will let you have your way.

When the Duke of Phoenix lost his temper, the entire Secretariat meeting hall fell silent. The old Count’s face turned particularly unsightly, with his head and body drenched.

However, he had to praise the tea leaves of the Secretariat’s black tea. It tasted pretty good, with some getting into his mouth. That rich flavor is definitely not something ordinary black tea could possess.

But it still made him lose his dignity. He looked at the Duke, somewhat enraged and repressed, his chest heaving violently.

The Duke of Phoenix looked at these two factions, and at first, even he didn’t know what to say.

He just stood silent for a while, "This matter... "

He was considering how to resolve it in a better way. It seemed that letting them resolve it themselves was not a very good idea. Sometimes, intervening in others’ conflicts is not a good choice.

Because doing so might offend both parties, but the Duke of Phoenix and even the Secretariat had more important matters, and could not sit by idly watching the two sides fight.

Just when he was about to suggest that both sides find a time to sit down and resolve the issue, Lynch suddenly picked up the young Count’s teacup and threw it at the old noble.

This time, no one anticipated it. The quality of the teacup was pretty good, and when it hit the old noble’s head, it made a "thunk" sound, and it even hurt a bit.

Immediately, tea poured over him again, even he was stunned.

No one knew whether the teacup hit too hard, or he was overwhelmed with anger, but his eyes rolled back and he fell over!

The nobles exclaimed with excitement, a kind of shout full of genuine joy at seeing others have bad luck, yet needing to disguise their feelings.

My goodness!

Their voices carried a hint of upward curl, sounding rather joyful.

The Duke of Phoenix was also stunned. For the first time, someone in the Secretariat had publicly disrespected him.

He had said to stop, yet Lynch still acted.

A rage from being challenged started to burn. The nobles regard class as seriously as they do the waistbands of their daughters’ skirts.

Without their permission, no one is allowed to cross that step.

Now someone challenged his dignity and status, and he had to retaliate. He abruptly stood up, first pointing at Lynch, then at the door, "Get out from here!"

Lynch made a very regretful expression, followed by a mocking smile on his face, making his departing figure not look like a defeated loser.

The young Count’s group also got up and left afterwards, they were showing their stance!

They were a group, a new generation of nobles centered around Lynch.

Immediately the Royalist Sect began to add fuel to the fire, some said that these people’s disrespect towards the Duke of Phoenix and those old nobles was desecrating the nobles’ tradition!

Some others exclaimed that the old nobles couldn’t make it anymore!

The entire Secretariat instantly turned into a pot of mushroom soup, with all sorts of messy things tumbling inside, appearing and disappearing.

Kipling carried the old noble and left. As soon as they got into the car, the old noble suddenly opened his eyes, his head no longer dizzy, nor his eyes blurred.

In silence, he took out a handkerchief to wipe off the tea on his head and face, glanced at Kipling who hadn’t reacted yet, and said to drive.

In fact, he hadn’t been knocked unconscious at all, pretending to be was the only solution he could think of at that moment.

He couldn’t possibly face such a humiliating situation and start cursing with Lynch, could he?

Moreover, even if he picked up a cup and threw it back, it might not hit anyone, but would further embarrass himself.

Since there wasn’t going to be a good outcome either way, he might as well pretend to faint, and be a weak person this once.

At the same time, it disrupted the Duke of Phoenix’s intention to mediate. From the day he was born to now when half of his body is in the ground, he has never suffered such a loss.

Mediation?

Heh heh...

No mediation, only war!

On the other side, the young Count’s body trembled slightly with excitement. "Waging war" in such a sacred place as the Secretariat was too stimulating, and too enjoyable.

Of course, fear is inevitable, after all, it is the Secretariat.

Though many nobles talk about the Secretariat like it’s a retirement home, everyone knows its status in the minds of the aristocracy.

"You have to get used to these things," Lynch said, sitting in the car and looking at the young Count, "In the future, we’ll not only curse at each other there, throw things, we might also fight."

"But there’s one thing you need to remember, no matter what happens, you must be personally present, you can’t let others replace you, or you’ll incur everyone’s wrath!"

The young Count didn’t quite understand why they had to fight in the Secretariat, but he listened intently, nodding forcefully, "I know what to do now."

This is the young Count’s greatest strength, he is very obedient and can execute well, unlike some young people from noble families, if you say the sun is round, even if they see it too, they’ll tell you they see a square moon.

They just oppose for the sake of opposing.

Or whatever you say, they agree, and once you turn away, they treat your words as worthless and continue acting as they please.

There are many young people like this, plenty in the Federation, born at the end point of others’ lives, they always believe they are the protagonists of this world.

They may not be able to listen to advice from those inferior to them, much like how people readily listen to influential people.

Even if they tell you that selling onions diligently will bring you unimaginable wealth.

But when it comes to advice from those less than themselves, they always hold the attitude of "You’re in the basement while I am in the atmosphere."

The young Count lacks these faults, his childhood and youth were tough, which gave him his current qualities.

Lynch’s act of smashing the old noble with a teacup was actually to avoid a negotiation.

Their problems could no longer be solved through negotiation, forcing them into talks would undoubtedly cause Lynch’s side to suffer.

That’s not what Lynch wants, he wants war, to speak with fists!

The events in the Secretariat quickly spread among the noble circles, it was a rare interesting event in the Secretariat in recent years, garnering much attention.

The Prime Minister naturally paid attention too, and slightly later, he called Lynch to schedule a meeting.

Past nine in the evening, Lynch appeared at the Prime Minister’s villa.

After a brief exchange, the two sat down.

As soon as they sat, the Prime Minister quietly, almost interrogatively, asked, "Why did you do that?"

With his eyelids dropped, Lynch looked up at him as if indifferent, "I don’t quite understand your question."

The Prime Minister leaned forward a bit, his left elbow rested on his knee, slightly hunched, a very standard aggressive posture, he was very dissatisfied with Lynch!

Thus his tone also matched his body language, adding some pressure, "You know what I’m talking about, now is not the time for your antics, you shouldn’t have chosen this moment!"

Lynch was completely unconcerned about the Prime Minister’s anger; after all... he wasn’t a Gafura.

He chuckled and retorted, "Then when do you think we should choose?"

As the Prime Minister was just about to say something, Lynch interrupted him, "Are you going to say after the Imperial Family falls?"

With his eyes, the Prime Minister conveys his meaning — yes, exactly that!

Lynch couldn’t help but laugh, "By then, you people, those big nobles in the Secretariat, would become the real rulers of this nation. By then, how do we negotiate with you?"

"Why don’t you try convincing His Majesty the Emperor, to get his behind away from the damn throne, and bestow power to you or your Cabinet collective?"

"Stop talking about those childish things, they’re not funny, I’m not here to hear jokes."

Lynch’s sharp rebuke not only embarrassed the Prime Minister but also made him precisely aware of the core of the conflict.

The clash between the new and the old will inevitably bring many issues, Amelia is always one of the Empire’s important territories, once the Imperial Family withdraws from the ruling stage, the Prime Minister and the Cabinet must seize political and military power in Amelia.

But now the ruler of the Amelia Region is the local Governor, still half a member of the Imperial Family.

If the Governor doesn’t agree, or doesn’t easily agree, naturally it’s another political war.

The war between the Noble Group and the Imperial Family can be seen as a war between the Secretariat and the Imperial Family plus the Royalist Party, they must use wisdom and courage.

Once they succeed, then it can be seen as a war between the Cabinet plus the Secretariat and the Governor, along with Amelia’s interest groups.

After all, currently, the vested interests in the Amelia Region, in some ways, belong to the Governor’s relations.

Once the Governor is cleared away, those vested interest holders also need to be cleared away, or else it’s all meaningless.

So, who are the vested interests in Amelia now?

Look at those new generation nobles, they control a vast amount of social resources, if they aren’t cleared away, the sovereignty of the Amelia Region is still controlled by the Governor’s faction.

Between them, a war between the old and new will inevitably erupt.

Instead of launching a war at an inferior moment later, it’s wiser to settle future matters now while everyone’s power is still comparatively balanced!