The Titan Empire: The Game of Power

Volume 4, Chapter 2

That big brother seemed to want to say something else, but he finally felt that he should keep his mouth shut after thinking about it, that big brother's energy was there for all to see.

The baron blew out a mouthful of thick smoke, "Hey guys, I have a reception to attend, you know? I'm already late, so let's not waste any more time, okay? By tomorrow morning at the latest, if anyone still sees you guys in Turin City, then ...... it's better to forget about it, I'm done with my words, there are some things that are extremely offensive to the God of Light to say."

The Baron left, just as he had arrived, and the underground casino was plunged into darkness, with only a single lamp still burning on the table, the candlelight reflecting a few furious faces, but soon enough, those faces twisted and distorted under the pressure of the outside world.

The Baron's men hung these guys who had decided to be recalcitrant to the end upside down from the beams of the underground casino, these pot-bellied bigots had obviously had all the grease in their bodies drained out of them, and there were a lot of intestines or something like that scattered on the floor, as if someone had disemboweled them.

The basement in the darkness emanated a stench that only slaughterhouses have, the punks surrounding the doorway didn't even have the courage to look inside, just now that burst of pig-killing screams had scared them to the point of incontinence.

The Baron's men quickly withdrew from Faval Street, they still have to take over the turf of these bigwigs, although the guys from the Justice Department would have copied everything of value, but since the game can be restarted, the smart people will not care about this momentary gain or loss.

"Who is that young man?" There was absolutely no need for Oscar to hide his intentions; the little guy in the Major General's uniform was intriguing enough.

The silver fox looked kindly at the teenage officer surrounded by many ladies. "That's my little grandson, Leroy. Hewitt. Preston, Your Highness you may call him Lerrell."

Oscar couldn't help but look at Leer, who was fumbling around in the crowd with some amusement; this Major General, who was definitely no older than seventeen, clearly didn't know how to handle those honeyed attacks.

"Seriously, dear Marshal, your little grandson doesn't seem to fit the occasion."

"Yes, your highness, there are some things about him that resemble me in my youth, such as bravery and much wisdom, but as you can see, it seems that he gets his genes from his father in the area of treating girls; the fellow is eighteen years old and yet he has never even been in love." The old marshal was in a good mood, and Oscar could hear the favor that flowed from the old man's words.

"Haha, yes, it's really hard to tell! Such a young Major General seems to be rare in the entire Western Continent, and I think that since the Marshal's Court has brought Leer here, it wouldn't be as simple as just letting him be harassed by the girls, right?"

"Hehe, of course, trust my eyes, even though he's my grandson, I still won't mince words of praise, he'll be an undefeated general, and perhaps in the future he'll achieve even more glorious victories than an old man like me."

"But what's with that Major General rank of his? I don't recall the Imperial Military Ministry giving such a rank to someone of that age."

"Your Highness the Prince, this is what I'm about to say, my title and rank in the military has already been decided, my immediate family members can be given the rank of Lieutenant Colonel or even Colonel directly when they enter the military, but His Majesty the Third seems to be very fond of this little guy, and Leer was promoted to Major General within a few days of hanging on to his Colonel's rank."

"Oh really? His Majesty wouldn't show his affection for a young man so obviously, and if he did, it would mean that this young man really does have outstanding talent, and I fully believe your words that he will definitely be a successful general in the future! Oh no! It should be a successful marshal."

"Heh! Thank you for the compliment, he has a long way to go!"

"So what can I do to help?" Oscar put down the glass in his hand. This Prince couldn't be more aware of his situation, as far as the guests present were concerned, most of them were coming for the Anru family, and for himself, a Prince without any real power, what he received was only superficial respect.

Therefore, when the Titan Empire's eight hundred thousand defense force commander-in-chief sat down with himself on an equal footing to talk about family matters, what the young prince could think of was that this marshal had a request for the Anlu family, or else like the finance minister a while ago, these high-powered old men had no need to treat themselves with such deference.

The old marshal smiled and clapped his hands, ''Good! I have a good grandson! And Dortmund has a good son like you, huh, little man, I have to admit that the outside world still underestimates you."

Oscar was a little disdainful, "You flatter me, it's not hard to guess at all, I don't think you even think of me as a fat kid who flew the coop on his mother and father like you usually do, eh ...... I should say, that's not you, 'The Silver Fox' ' Alan's style."

The Silver Fox Alain seemed to change in an instant, and Oscar took the change completely in his stride, and though he did not show too much surprise on the surface, the effect of that change of countenance was enough to startle a man.

The old man's eyes shone with a cold light, his slightly curved fingers stroked the handle of the Marshal's sword with ease, and his head full of silver hair seemed to be flying in the fire at the moment. This should be the true face of the Imperial Duke, Second Minister of State, and Minister of War.

"Hehe, you see, how can I say my compliments are excessive? It's already very good to have such achievements at your age."

"Oh? I don't know what kind of achievement I've achieved to be able to make you think so highly of me."

"Ha!" The old man gave a dry, wilting laugh. "If it wasn't for you, that guy Ross wouldn't have been put in the Justice Department's jail so quickly, and, you know what? When I came here, it seemed like there was extreme bustle over at the lair!"

Oscar's face similarly changed, though not as well controlled as the old man's, but the chill in it was something one couldn't ignore.

"Honorable Marshal, while I know it would not be wise to sue you for slander in front of His Majesty, there are some things you just as well not say without proof."

The air between one old man and one young man seemed to freeze at this time, and the officers around the two seemed to be infected with this contest between their auras, as they coincidentally averted their heads, as if they didn't even know that something extremely unpleasant was happening here.

"Oscar, forget it, I'm not your enemy, at least I wouldn't have those bad thoughts about a fifteen year old teenager, you guessed it right, I have a favor to ask of Anru.

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In just the blink of an eye, Oscar had lost the old man's aura, which, based on what the teenager had learned from King of Killers 13, was nearly impossible! Anyone had their own aura, and this aura, despite being something extraordinarily subtle, was not something that would be difficult for someone as highly trained as Oscar to grasp.

So Oscar went off on a tangent, his aura suddenly losing its target of suppression, and so the massive aura stormed out when the teenager didn't get it back in time.

Oscar coughed dryly a few times, this kind of situation was something he had never encountered before, no one had ever been able to injure him with his aura alone.

The churning of his qi was hard on Oscar, but the price was worth it, and the young man was relieved to realize that this marshal was beyond his ability to deal with, perhaps only the equally devilish Kaczew. Perhaps only the equally devilish Duke of Cacheve de Callas. Perhaps only the equally devilish Duke of Fettenand could stand up to the old fox.

Summer, perhaps the season in which the God of Light received the most curses, was so hot in Turin that the wild dogs on the streets sprang up to take out their frustrations by barking furiously.

Aside from the weather, the wild dogs had been living quite a life lately, and while the corrupt human flesh wasn't very tasty, it was meat after all, and in such quantities that they didn't have to look hard to find it.

The lair had become even cooler after being patronized by the wild dogs, and it was probably the coolest place in Turin City right now. Every house was locked up tight, and the streets were filled with capture squads led by Justice Department searchers, all of whom seemed to have changed their nature as the lazy ones searched the various areas of the lair relentlessly.

The Baron's name resounded throughout Titan overnight, and all the big names in the empire were notified by the Baron that if they wanted to continue to do business with the Turians, then they should send someone over as soon as possible to do a handover of everything that had been done before, because there was now only one big shot in Turin, and all business had to be done with that big shot's permission.

The Ministry of Justice goons had taken away the food from their wild dog brethren, and while the cleansing operation continued, the guys finally freed up some hands to start cleaning up the bodies left in the lair over the course of a few days.

Arrangements had been made for a graveyard outside of town, in fact, anyone who had seen the site knew it was nothing more than a big pit, but it was a good enough place for these mobsters who had been dying in the streets!

The people who live in the noble neighborhoods of the capital don't know anything about what happened in the lair, they just think that the street loafers in the capital seem to have disappeared, which is naturally a good thing, the improvement of social security and the transformation of the cityscape of the capital has made the Marquis of Andrésus of the Ministry of Justice show his face in front of the ministers.

It seems that the emperor has never invited this lord to the opera, and that, as a rule, our Minister of Justice, Romet. Our Minister of Justice, Romanthe Hoa. Our Minister of Justice, the Marquis of Andrésus, usually pays out of his own pocket for this elegant affair.

The Marquis d'Andrésies was so satisfied, that his Excellency felt that his fortune had begun to change after the deal he had made with the young Prince, and that the compliments he had heard in the last two days were almost as many as he had ever received in his life. The Emperor had not only awarded him the Royal Medal of Honor, but as a reward, his domain would be tax free for two years. Thinking about this this lord couldn't help but smile from ear to ear, no one would have a problem with Jintai.

Similarly, 31 Penelope Avenue was filled with a warm atmosphere, time flew by in the eyes of everyone in the residence, balls, field trips, hunting, it seemed that this normally off-the-beaten-path residence had become the new center of attention of Turin's high society, and the young Prince who had taken the throne was always able to do something to surprise people.

Indeed, our very own Othniel. Anru. Indeed, His Royal Highness, Prince Mauricette, was a bit oblivious, and in the words of the Duchess of Anru, Celia, "the little one has gone mad! If you don't want your sons and daughters to fall, then it's best to stay away from him."

Her Ladyship's words reached the ears of every noble youth through several equally esteemed noblewomen, and although the elders' rousing admonitions were firmly embraced by these young dukes and young ladies, as soon as they were out of their parents' line of sight they began to frantically dig up the young Prince's party invitations. After all, for these young and empty souls wrapped up in fine perfumes and trappings, depravity had eternal appeal.

Marijuana smuggled from faraway Papalka, tobacco imported from Bagdasia, the capital of Porcius, authentic rum flowing from the palace, plus a variety of potions used to increase the strength of hallucinations. All of these things were unattainable in the eyes of the ladies and gentlemen, but at Prince Othniel's party, they were at your disposal.

It was close to midnight, but the Prince's party was still going strong, the Baron's men were well versed in the most enjoyable and even perverted ways of enjoying themselves, and the young boys and girls of Turin saw them as masterpieces of fashion and style. Suffice it to say, they are as happy as can be with drugs and alcohol.

Celia was a traditional mother, and as a traditional mother, there was no way she would allow her son to gather some playboys and a bunch of delinquent girls to take drugs in her house. So our little Prince shifted the location of the party to the lair, to be more specific some small club similar to an inn, of course, exactly which club can never be told to you, in order to attend His Royal Highness Prince Othniel's party you first have to get the consent of all the members of the club.

The lights should be dimmed, the music flirtatious, the food need not be too much, but the wine should give the impression of a wide variety. The Prince's party looks like the backstage of some vaudeville troupe, and the men are all lower things than cowboys; and the ladies, oh, look at the ladies intertwined on the benches and the floor! When they're n***d, you can hardly tell which of them is the Marquise and which is the woman of the Rue de la Rouge.

"Little Gordo! Close the door, I can't stand the smell coming from those guys." Oscar shook his handkerchief in some disgust.

Little Gordo closed the door behind him, and if there was any drawback to the big man with the beautiful eyes, it had to be that he looked no different from a bear after he had turned around.

The room fell silent for a moment, and everyone in the small parlor breathed a sigh of relief; I'm afraid even a strong-willed paladin couldn't stabilize his mind at the indulgent scene outside.

"Much better now!" Oscar lit a number four cigar, he had chosen this smallest size because all the respectable women in 31 Penelope Avenue were complaining to him about it.

Oscar exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Jesus! How old are you? Put out the cigarette! The God of Light won't take in smokers!" Annie said angrily.

"Quit! Oscar, quit firmly, your father would break your legs for this, do you think he would show mercy? Go home and ask your poor second brother." Celia didn't want to take sides with the overbearing little guy anymore.

"Brother! Do you want me to break my life? I'm still a child and I'll go to His Holiness the Pope and accuse you!" This one is naturally our little miss.

The Junior Prince shook his head violently, and all sound disappeared!

Oscar looked around as the nasty ladies floated into the ceiling in a cloud of green smoke. The teenager flashed a triumphant smile, and no one knew if the little guy was now considered sane.

"I'm such a failure as your healer, I didn't realize that the first thing I'd see when I came all the way back from Deis was you getting high, and it's not doing you any good!" Poison Doctor Pars shook his head and sighed.

"Shut up, Pars, first of all, I'd like to congratulate you on your guy's surprisingly safe return, and secondly, aren't you the one who came up with all this stuff? Don't put on this holier than thou act after the fact." Oscar clearly scoffed at the "poison doctor's" advice.

"Little Oscar! Pars has a point, you're not old enough to indulge, and if you want to live a few more years, you'd better stay away from all that nasty stuff completely from now on."

"Huh! Salla, you see! I haven't even welcomed you back yet! How was it? Did the journey go well?" Oscar asked the speaker with a smile.

"What can I say, it was just fine!" The speaker was "Hedgehog" Salla. The speaker was "Hedgehog" Salla DeRosia, this paladin who could use a stabbing sword as a sniper bow returned to the side of Big Brother Scales after wandering around for a while with a few of the bigwigs in the prison who were familiar with him.

"Lad, don't get sidetracked, I'm talking about getting high, you should listen to everyone." Salla. DeRosaia was the teacher who had taught Oscar the art of stabbing, and he was perfectly qualified to criticize this Prince's Highness.

"Huh." Oscar scratched his head, this was his habitual action, he was still a child, he was still able to feel a little embarrassed about his elders' criticism.

"Heh heh heh, I know the dangers of these powders better than anyone else, it's just a game of chance." The teenager pursed his lips excitedly as he said this.

"Your honorable highness, I think if you're making Nuna the topic of today's regular meeting then I wonder if I could go back first? I've put off several important appointments for this regular meeting. If I rush back now, I might be able to secure a good ending." Richie was feeling impatient.

Oscar wasn't used to being interrupted while talking, but he knew he did get a little carried away.

"What's the matter? My dear Ritchie, oh yes, you are now Ebbo! As you wish, Baron Ebbo, let's have Dorm present our current inroads! Since no one is interested in the ring muscles."

"You're interested in that too?" Robeskat. Duke Buksid asked the Minister of Justice, who was interrogating him, with a smile.

"Of course, Ross, I'm curious as hell! What kind of promises could make you willingly sell out your homeland? Don't tell me you don't realize the importance of these documents! Answer me, to whom exactly is this thing to be given? And in what hands will the two copies that have disappeared appear?"

In spite of his imprisonment, Robskat. Buxted was still a duke, and his fever seemed to be worse, but that did not prevent him from dealing with the Minister of Justice; after all, he knew very well the lord who had once been a courtier in the same court, Romment. Romanthe Hoa. The Marquis of Andcises was not a very intelligent character.

"Come on Romment, I don't know, I've repeated myself many times. Oh, you talked about the motherland, huh, since I'm now under your interrogation, it shows that this country has abandoned me doesn't it?"

ROMANTE. Hoa. The Marquis of Andesicus frowned, he didn't want to get too involved on a national level, "Ross, cooperate a little! You were the Minister of State just a few days ago, and since His Majesty dared to take the risk of arresting you, it shows that we have all the evidence we need about you collaborating with the enemy and selling out the country."

"Hmph! Evidence, are those so-called evidences of yours real? His Majesty? Don't mention that ungrateful fellow to me. He has been planning to abandon me for a long time now, Romment, we are all old friends, I advise you not to deceive yourself here, if you really believe in those evidences, then I suggest you to resign before it's too late, I'm afraid that a three year old is more suitable to take up the position of the Minister of Justice than you are."

"You ...... are pushing me old chap! I didn't come here to listen to your sarcasm, don't you realize that I'm the only one here that you can avoid having to go and face those t*****e experts?" The Marquis d'Andrésies had been provoked into a little fire.

"I'm sorry to say, old chap, but I'm sure I'll be more than capable of facing those brutes under your command, who can't even think."

The Minister of Justice stood up from his chair with a huff, it was better to be a butcher with blood on his hands than to assume the role of a good old boy who begged for a pot of s**t. Roment's face had completely covered with a layer of cold ice, "Then your honor, goodbye! Your interrogation transcript will be submitted to His Majesty the Emperor, and I swear to the God of Light with my life that that transcript will never be tampered with, not even one word!"

The Minister of Justice walked to the door of the prison cell, and his men had already opened it for him. Roment turned back around, and even though he had no grudge against the Minister of State, his eyes were filled with resentment at that moment.

"I thought I should inform you that your son will be arraigned soon, but of course, I'm not going to babysit that kind of minor character."

ROBSCAT. Buksid seemed to grow much older in an instant, and he rose slowly to his feet, and then walked slowly toward the only iron bed in the room.

"Well? Does this remind you of anything? About those papers." Roment was losing the last bit of his patience.

The former Secretary of State lay calmly in bed. He smiled bitterly, but the smile brought tears to his eyes.

"Romment, it's only now that you're somewhat like the Imperial Minister of Justice." Robeskat. Buksid said with a shudder.

"What does that mean?"

The Minister of Justice was speechless in the face of the Emperor's question, and felt that he should put the transcripts away until to-morrow before presenting them to this Majesty.

Alpha III grabbed the paper full of notations and waved it in front of the Justice Minister's eyes, "Does my Justice Minister just look the part? Roment, I don't want this to be the conclusion I get when I work overtime in the wee hours of the morning to peruse the dossier! Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I believe that soon I will be able to find out the truth of the matter." Marquis Andersises puffed out his chest, he wanted to look the kind of person who was full of confidence.

Alpha III shook his head, this His Majesty knew that secrets were indeed needed in this world, but there must come a time when they are discovered, and what really mattered now was no longer the fact that the secret had been discovered, but the handling of the former Minister of State and the various aftermaths.

"Romment, my Minister of Justice, please get to the point, I don't think we have a chance of retrieving the secrets that have fallen into enemy hands, all you need to do is to convict the damned Rosehenge. Are you able to understand when I put it this way?"

Romment tried to continue his plea, but another lord who was in the Emperor's study had decided to stand up and say something at this point.

"Your Majesty, I have mobilized an elite force from the Secret Service to deal with this matter of leaked documents, and you should be confident that I am sending out the best spies I know of, and I believe that they will soon have a message back to Titan."

If someone else had said that, Alpha III would normally have cast a look of contempt at them, but now it was Rudolph. Hoth. This head of the secret service known throughout the Western Continent did not like to boast, as an expert in intelligence analysis and a true spy operative, what Count Rudolf Hoss said would usually be in the best interest of the people of the Western Continent. As an expert in intelligence analysis and a true spy operative, what Count Rudolf Hoss said would usually become reality in the near future.

The Emperor believed Rudolf's words, but he still shook his head. Alpha III's heart was also conflicted, emotionally, he believed that his minister of state did not have any faults, at least in the aspect of loyalty; but rationally, in fact, what Alpha III had been doubting was whether or not his own reason had made the right judgment.

The change of Secretary of State seemed to be a certainty, and common sense dictated that the beneficiary of the event would probably be the person suspected of having framed Duke Robskat Buksid. Duke Buxted, but Alpha III knew that there was no indication that the old Kachev was involved in the matter. At first, when the State Council's Financial Department and the Imperial Ministry of Finance were "at loggerheads", the shrewd old man was still secretly on his way to Turin.

Alpha III was very interested in Kaczew. Alpha III. Alpha III had never stopped watching Duke Fettenander, the old man who had played the whole Western Continent for all time, and whose presence was feared by the Emperor of Titan like a ghost.

Over the years, the Secret Service's surveillance of the retired minister has remained at an unusually high level of scrutiny.

The Emperor felt he could exclude the old monster from the event.

"What about Oscar?" Alpha III almost instantly ruled out the little fellow who had suddenly sprung from his mind; the little fellow had not had the kind of energy to make things so seamless, and there was absolutely no need for him to frame the Minister of State; his own enthronement of him had protected him so well that there was no way for Buksid to harm him in the slightest degree any more.

It seemed, then, that Ross had brought this entirely upon himself! Thinking of this, the emperor's mood could not help but be a little bleak, that was a minister of state who had followed him for more than ten years! And not some cats and dogs in the palace.

The emperor finally knew what the problem was. In fact, in terms of the entire process, from the capture of Robustier. In fact, the whole process, from the capture of Robustil Buksid to his trial, it was just a matter of his own words, he had completed the first step, and now it was just the last step, although Alpha III really did not want to bear the name of "ungrateful", but there did not seem to be any reason not to go to do so. The Emperor's face changed; for the sake of the country, the matter should be settled quickly!

"Hoss, your approach is undoubtedly extremely correct, even if we can't track down those documents, we still need to create some trouble for those hostile forces."

"And Rowmant, it would naturally be best to get Ross to confess, but to the outside world ...... en ...... I hope that the former Secretary of State, Robustill . The Duke of Buxted and members of his key family have committed serious financial crimes, don't you think?"