The Titan Empire: The Game of Power

Volume 3, Chapter 1

In the Holy Titan Empire, the most direct way of transferring power and wealth is through inheritance, with children taking over from their fathers everything they use to splurge and flaunt, and while we don't desperately curse the God of Light for his injustices, you're still left with a jaw-dropping sense of wonderment when you've seen true luxury and opulence.

The Godzilla family is undoubtedly one of the richest families in Titan, and as the head of the family, Almodovar. Although Marquis Godzilla was terrifying in appearance, the way he amassed his wealth was something that could make people stand in awe.

From the outside, the official residence of Marquis Godzilla, the Minister of Finance of the Empire, is unremarkable, it is located at the back of the north side street of Penelope Avenue, this building was given to the Godzilla family by one of his majesties in the last century, although in terms of specifications, it strictly adheres to the examples required by the title of nobility, but the parents of the Godzilla family have put the focus on the inside of the building.

The entire mansion is in the mode of a favorite manor of the nobility, and the main house within the gates is, as we have accounted for, not unlike the homes of the other marquises of the empire, plain and unassuming. The Godzilla family crest was set into the iron grates on either side of the gate, which was slightly cooler most of the time due to the confines of the north side street.

The young Prince Othniel. Anru. Morissette was introduced into the residence by the big fat man's hand, and the large room was brightly lit. The young man did not know how he came to this large living room, nor did he know that his presence made the nobles attending the reception a little out of sorts, and that the little fat man was totally focused on the "palace".

Indeed, the Marquis of Godzilla's mansion could well be described as a palace, and its interior designer had been a regular visitor to the courts of the Kingdom of Riel and the Kingdom of France.

Usually we always see a spacious porch when we enter the front door of the main house, but in the Marquis Godzilla's residence, you will be greeted by a peculiarly shaped fountain, whose thematic sculpture is the Godzilla's family's proud history of development, in which the first head of the family kneels on the ground, handing a long sword with both hands to the first emperor of the Morrissette dynasty, who is seated on a horse and ready to go out on a battlefield expedition. Don't doubt it, Big Fatso's ancestors started out as the Emperor's swordsmen.

Any guest visiting the place would bow respectfully to this statue of His Majesty, and while the members of the Godzilla family understood that people weren't paying homage to the fat mass at the Emperor's feet, they felt good enough by the light of the fountain.

The young Prince didn't want to look like a bumpkin, so he tried to be as calm as possible, but he still cried out "ooh-la-la" when he saw the glass roof above the fountain! The price of glass was already astronomical, and I'm afraid that the person who was able to use hard, dense specialty glass as a roof could only be described as a p*****t.

A crescent moon with a sky full of stars is high in the distant sky beyond the fountain, and the soft moonlight falls on the statue's body without any obstruction through the specially arranged lights in the hall, all of which gives the great majesty another layer of solemn and mysterious coat, and, of course, all of which also brings a strong visual impact to the visitors.

Little Oscar had just recovered from the shock of the foyer, but with the opening of the door to the drawing room, all the senses of the youngster were once more fully mobilized.

The music, the perfumes, the noise, the gowns, Oscar felt come upon him not an atmosphere, but the life of the age to which he belonged.

"Dear brother, brother!"

The sweet female voice roused the soulful little Prince back to reality.

"Oh la! I'm sorry! Did I lose my temper a bit? I even forgot you existed, my dear little Sasha."

"No, I'm glad, brother, that the people here are still friendly."

"Oh la, yes, but I think it's the Marquis of Godzilla who has protected us well, or he has greeted these guests beforehand, haven't you noticed? No one came over to bother us."

"Yes, there were a couple of leapers who kept staring at people, but they never dared to come near our couch."

"Oh la, never mind them, we'll see what we can play with."

There were more than seventy guests scattered in the large living room, their ages encompassed the old, middle, and young generations, and their statuses in turn encompassed almost all noble ranks. Of course, no matter how honorable these people were, they were still short in front of the young Prince, so when the Prince passed by them, no matter if these people were willing or not, they had to extend to the Prince the same courtesy that they would extend to a member of the royal family.

Sashay. Netagapo. Miss Anru is known as "Anru's Daffodil Crown"! At times, she definitely is! As she sat by her brother's side, gently shaking the fan in her hand, and with one hand on the arm of the sofa gently beating to the music, the little lady wore a mocking smile on her face, and anyone who saw her was sure that in a few years' time this little girl, somewhat aloof and unruly, would grow up to be an enchanting object of beauty.

The young prince, who was always vigilant about people and things, soon realized the subtle relationship between these nobles. The young people naturally got along with each other, some of them were dancing while others gathered together to chat excitedly about something. Compared to the young people's high-spirited talk, those middle-aged and white-haired old men were obviously much more stable, holding glasses containing various colors of fine wines in their hands and whispering about something in twos and threes.

The little prince finally saw the most luxurious reception and salon of the high society, compared with the one prepared by the warden some days ago, Oscar couldn't help but shake his head when he thought about it, last time, in addition to the beautiful ...... uh ...... Molang Zuo family's little girl called what is it? Whatever! It was nothing but the discovery of a lovely young girl.

The Minister of Finance of the Empire, the Marquis Almodóvar Godzilla, returned with a group of attendants. Marquis Godzilla led a team of attendants rushed back, this marquis lord as he walked wiped his head with a handkerchief to wipe the perspiration dripping down, he was obviously relieved after seeing the little prince, although he explained beforehand, he was still afraid that some hotheaded unlucky people in his salon will cause trouble to the honored prince highness, because, after all, there are already many men in the city of Turin openly expressing their dissatisfaction with this prince; because after all, this little fat man is going to pick the noblest flower in their hearts. expressed dissatisfaction; for, after all, this little fat man was going to pick the noblest flower of their hearts.

"Haha! Slacking off! I'm really sorry! My Prince Highness, you see, I can't let you go over to the long table to pick out food like a normal person, so, as you can see, the food isn't sumptuous, but I think there should be something that you and the noble little miss can enjoy."

The waiters placed a delicate tray before the Prince, and the flattered look on Oscar's face confirmed the Chancellor of the Exchequer's suspicions, but it was absolutely unexpected that at that moment Prince Ausnay had developed an inexplicable enmity towards him, and the little Prince knew that there must be some one in his own residence who was passing messages to the outside world, and that the Chancellor of the Exchequer's action, though it was only a unilateral gesture of goodwill, showed, in another way, that the fellow had already mastered his own eating habits, then in that case, this Almodóvar is already dangerous enough.

"Heavens! You are the Imperial Minister of Finance! Who am I to ask you to do such a thing yourself, oh God! You put me to shame." Oscar exclaimed in an almost exaggerated manner.

"Yes! Dear Uncle Almodóvar! Your behavior will make our father reprimand us for our lack of manners." The human-like little Sasha didn't forget to help his brother out.

"Haha! Hahaha! Ha!" The Empire's most "significant" fat lord laughed until he couldn't catch his breath. "The sons and nephews of the Anru family have always been the best of the young generation, and His Royal Highness and Little Miss are the best of the young people I've ever seen!"

"Yes! I deeply agree with the Marquis' opinion."

Several middle-aged men had appeared behind the Marquis at some time, and it was one of them who spoke, and Oscar rose to salute them, having long since noticed that these men had begun to congregate towards him since they had come from Almodóvar.

Almodóvar. The Marquis of Godzilla slapped his forehead violently, "Look at me! Look at me! I've messed everything up, I can't believe I've left a Prince Highness all alone, Your Highness, I hope you can forgive me for my mistake, I'll introduce you to these honorable gentlemen.

Little Oscar's smile was very stiff, which was perfectly understandable, he really didn't know how these old men in front of him could keep their smiles meticulously for such a long time. The Prince was not well-versed in this high standard of socializing, but he soon got the hang of it: smile, a smile can make you inexplicable, or it can make you inscrutable.

So when the Marquis of Godzilla left with these pillars of the empire satisfied, they all complimented the young Prince on his frank generosity. We know that the little Prince did not need these compliments; he felt extremely uncomfortable in the bright hall, and there were too many things in people's gazes for His Royal Highness to want to get to the bottom of them all.

Sashay. Netagapo. Miss Anru was chased away from her brother, who's reasoning was that he didn't want her to accompany them as a young person, the young lady tapped her head, she was disgusted with her brother's mentality of pretending to be old and pretending to be a grown up, but she understood that her Oscar brother didn't really fit in with his class so it would take time for them to reconcile when they were getting along.

His Royal Highness the Prince went to the garden alone after greeting the big fat man, Marquis Godzilla sent seven attendants to accompany him from a distance behind.

Dense bushes, luxuriant flowers, fresh scents and dark shadows surrounded Othniel. Anru. Morissette, the teenager's mood finally jumped, he knew that there were at least two groups of people watching, but it didn't matter, he had a dagger hidden on his body, six flying daggers, all of this, enough to kill ten people.

"His Royal Highness!" Oscar turned back when he heard the voice calling him.

"Chancellor of the Exchequer, oh dear Marquis Godzilla, you really should control your appetite, you walk like an elephant."

"Haha, thank you, Your Highness the Prince, for your concern, but as far as the current situation is concerned, there are many things that are much more important than my weight."

The young Prince was not surprised, he knew that the sea monster's purpose of dating him was definitely not pure. "Oh? Which things are you referring to?"

The fat lord did look a bit surprised, as he did feel a bit perplexed by the things he had observed recently. "As you should be aware, there have been a few more new faces in Turin lately, and from what a reliable friend of mine has informed me, they are not to be messed with."

Osne. Anru. Morissette smiled, he didn't want to cause trouble for himself and this ally, so it was best to say little about the not-so-nice guys that were pouring into the capital. "Dear Chancellor of the Exchequer, I don't know those guys, but I can assure you that they are not targeting anyone."

The fat lord squeezed out a radiant smile, "Haha! Really? It seems I was worrying blindly. But, dear Prince Highness, did you know? Just now, the Ministry of Justice mobilized all their scouts."

The teenager raised an eyebrow; something that could make the Ministry of Justice mobilize in general must be very tricky. "Why don't you continue?"

"Oh, don't be in a hurry, your highness, let's go sit over there for a while! You see, I am not comparable to you young people, and finding you here just now has exhausted my strength."

"Let's rest a little in front! Sir! It's already nightfall, and the horses are getting a little tired of it!" Sergeant Major Akeli breathlessly suggested to his officer.

"Nah! Keli, look at all those torches in front and behind, all the search parties are busy, we can't stop either, let's hurry up."

The sergeant-major's complaints were not heeded by his officer, but he was not displeased, knowing that he could never be compared to these officers with noble titles. He straightened his uniform, and gave his old horse a vigorous thrashing, and the old fellow wailed and started off.

Lieutenant Dommier was already considered a good officer, he loved the soldiers in his squadron very much, but this time was different, when they set out, the Minister of Justice personally lectured them, if this man could not be caught, the whole empire would suffer great losses, so we can't care about all those things, we must find the criminal, and if he was lucky enough, he might be able to get another promotion in this operation.

The night has completely covered the capital forest, both the metropolis, and the country roads, the moonlight has generously provided them with a layer of white luster, this time is very suitable for the search, but the prosecutors of the Ministry of Justice in nearly four hours after the busy and still found nothing. The culprit was not only good at escaping, he was even better at hiding.

"Sir!"

"Anything?"

"Yes! Sir, Chief Petty Officer Arcelli's first team has stopped a wagon up ahead."

"Oh yeah? Go over and take a look."

Arkeli was in a terrible mood, his old man had slapped his foot and deformed his entire hoof, he wanted to kick the old man a few times but he couldn't be bothered, so he took out his anger on a passing wagon.

The owner of the wagon had never been a fan of these big soldiers, in fact the common people of Titan looked down on these soldiers. Only the uneducated or those who carried a crime on their backs would go to the army! This uncle who drove the carriage coldly watched as the head soldier unloaded his horse, he didn't put up any resistance, but he had already cursed these people countless times in his heart.

"I say Keli, what are you doing?"

"Ah! It's Lord Lieutenant, this fellow is suspicious! Do you want to cross-examine him?"

"Keli! You are my most relied upon subordinate, but damn it! You obviously don't understand the situation, we're trying to catch a criminal who threatens the security of the Empire, not ...... not a peasant like this who doesn't even know the alphabet!"

"Yes sir, I understand, would you like me to release him?"

"Jesus Keli, what else do you want? Arrest him? Arrest him for transporting oranges on the Imperial Highway?"

The lieutenant's words amused all the soldiers nearby and everyone began to make fun of Keli, but Keli didn't feel bad about his colleague's ridicule, he put his saddle on the unlucky hombre's horse, and he didn't forget to whip the guy who got him scolded on his way out, "Hey! Stinky brat! Remember to transport some contraband next time, aren't you afraid of being propped up by oranges? You damned swine.

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The big man who drove the wagon spat lowly, there was no reasoning with the veteran soldiers of the Ministry of Justice, he could only blame himself for his bad luck, but strangely enough, he didn't pack up the wretched wagon, instead, he rode the night in a hurry in the direction of the city of Turin.

"Your Highness the Prince, how do you see me here?"

"Honorable Chancellor of the Exchequer, although I know nothing about the art of gardening, I can still appreciate the extraordinary nature of your garden."

"Huh! Thank you for the compliment." The big fat Godzilla was a bit puzzled, he was full of thoughts that what he had just said would make this little 15 year old sit up and take notice, but it was clear that he had miscalculated, this little Prince was a true connoisseur, he never made a mistake when dealing with people.

"Alright, alright! I'm sure you'd still be interested to know that those guys from the Justice Department have been sent out to search the countryside outside of the city."

Oscar sighed in relief, he had little patience left. "Oh, what are they searching for?"

"Heh heh, the search operation was launched out of the blue, and although my old friend at the Ministry of Justice has strictly ordered his men to keep it a secret, you know what, Your Highness? This is Turin, and there's nothing that can't be found out. They're searching for a man, a man who escaped from Domolga Prison."

"Little Miss! May I have the honor of a dance?"

Sasha ethereally extended her hand to the brave noble youth, and she saw ecstasy in the lad's eyes.

There was no area in the hall that regulated the dance floor, so you could embrace your partner and walk through the salon if you liked, as long as you didn't disturb the rest of the room then no one would blame you.

The young man's success in inviting the "Daffodil Crown of Anru" was a source of pride throughout the ball. In fact, the nobles were very careful about such invitations, because there were many ambiguous gestures in the ballroom dance, which affected the image and the motivation of the dance to a certain extent. Sashay. Netagabo. Ms. Anru is very good at dancing, but her real skill lies in the choice of partner, she has made up her mind that this is the only dance she will do tonight, although it will make many elite young people hurt, but for this partner who is now embracing her to be intoxicated by the music, it is certainly a kind of unusual respect.

The young nobleman's last name was Artemiali, and the Artemiali family had maintained a relationship with the House of Anru for centuries, with much of the House of Anru's armaments being mobilized from all over the Empire through the Artemiali family.

Both young men were exceptionally talented, and they danced with skill and elegance, with that relaxed and cozy look as if they were two fish swimming in tropical waters.

Sashay. Netagapo. Miss Anru didn't give her whole heart to the dance, she looked so seriously focused on the dance and the chatting, but what you had to watch out for were her eyes, which had searched so many times that her brother hadn't been seen since he walked out of the living room.

Though Osne. Anru. Morissette was not overwhelmed by the sudden events, but he was really not in a good position at the moment. The Minister of Finance was waiting to see him with a mocking expression on his face. At this moment, he could not understand anything else except that he could be sure that the Dormer family was in trouble.

"Oh..! It's like this! Why are you telling me all this? You should know that everything about Domolga is more than I care to mention."

"Then I can only apologize to you for my presumption, but Your Highness, I feel the need to remind you of some precautionary aspects, for as far as I know, not all of the adults in the city of Durin are welcoming to you."

"Thank you for the reminder, I suddenly want to talk to you now, you know? Dear Chancellor of the Exchequer, despite the fact that you have an army of mercenaries in the province of Krode, there is also a proverb in the Eastern Continent that sums it up very eloquently - water from afar will not quench your thirst, you never know what kind of danger you will face, so at times like these, you can only rely on the strength of those around you, loved ones, friends, and allies. You are my ally, and I will keep your kindness to me in mind, and likewise I will not hesitate to lend a helping hand when you are in need."

"Hahahaha! Your Highness the Prince, you are truly a shrewd young man, don't worry, I don't mean to blackmail you, I'm just giving you a heads up out of a friend's position, I'll take your promise, but it seems that you might be busy for a while now."

"Huh! Aye! The fellows who ran out of Domolga are naturally not easy to deal with, but I don't think that should have much to do with me; on the contrary, it is the men you said had infiltrated the Turin, and I'll account for them again; they are for another thing, a very interesting thing, and I'll look for a chance to let you have some fun with it as well, if you're curious."

"Oh! Then this is an invitation?"

"Yes! Honorable Marquis Godzilla-sama, this is a formal invitation, and this matter will definitely become more interesting with your participation."

Oscar knew deep down that he had been counted by this big fat man in a small way, now he became the party in need of assistance, the big fat man could pose as a barbecue eater and talk to him, but the little fat man's mind and calculation was no worse than anyone else's, and by the time the big fat man realized it, he could no longer pull back. Oscar looked at the somewhat complacent big fat man and revealed a disdainful smile, if he was the Titan Emperor, he would let this corrupt guy die slowly after tasting t*****e.

"Did you find it?" Lieutenant Domier chagrined and waved his horse whip at his soldiers.

"I'm sorry sir, the rednecks from the 14th CID found it."

"Ah ...... yeah? It seems like those rednecks really do work better in places like this."

"Domier, you big-tongued fellow, who are you calling a redneck?"

The two scouting parties met in the middle of the road. The guy at the head of the other team was the head of the 14th CID, and he was very upset by Lt. Daumier's taunting.

"Hey! Will you guys show some chivalry! You'll catch cold if you talk too much, your coworker needs help, come over here!"

In the back of his mind, Dormier had already figured out that the guys from the 14th detachment must have run into some trouble, otherwise they wouldn't have been stupid enough to allow themselves the opportunity to share in this big credit. He brought his team to meet them, by the horse lights he saw the criminal they were after, Domier's heart drummed, trouble indeed, the guy was all over the place, as if he would be summoned by the God of Light at any moment.

"It's hopeless?" Lieutenant Domier didn't want a great credit to be fished away by the God of Light just like that.

"Don't you have anything else to build on besides your foul mouth? Do me a favor and get him some bandages or hemostatic powder or something!"

"Okay! I know! I know! Don't worry! He won't die before he reaches the Ministry!"

"How do you know?"

"My mom and dad are both physicians."

"But what does that have to do with you."

"Geez! Why are you so nagging! I'll take care of him and we'll be on our way, as long as he doesn't die at our hands, everything will be fine!"

When Osne. Anru. When His Royal Highness Prince Mauricet got into his carriage, the whole city of Turin's thugs were mobilized, they were scattered in all corners, they stared at everyone who might be in a situation, of course, the Ministry of Justice Building was also the focus of their staring, this place is obviously different from the previous days, there are double guards on the door, and the search officers, who have long since been off duty in the weekdays, are still busy in the building out and in and out.

It was nearly ten o'clock in the evening, Turin was beginning to quiet down, but His Royal Highness's heart was raging for no reason, the young man felt that he might be victimized, but he couldn't find a reason to do so, Domolga Prison wouldn't be too much of a mess as long as there was a Domingo on the premises, could it be that some ungrateful bigwig was committing a crime again? The young prince sighed, this hypothesis is very possible, those guys are not good goods, incarceration years will not smooth out their edges at all, and now, he taught these former crime barons to learn to collaborate in crime, then ...... it is better not to think about these things!

Sashay. Netagabo . Miss Anru sat quietly by her brother's side, just because she didn't speak didn't mean she couldn't think, for a while she had complained about her brother because he very obviously avoided her when it came to certain things, but after she secretly looked through his memoirs, the little miss decided she would never again ask her brother about things that he wouldn't tell her.

"Sasha, have you ever heard me talk about little Buckeye?"

"No, brother, is she a girl?"

"Yes! A very pure and sweet girl."

"Oh? Is she? What happened to her?"

"Dead!"

"Dead how?"

"She was cut in half with a scimitar and finally hacked to pieces by the soldiers and thrown to the hungry wild dogs."

Little Miss s face turned white, she could hardly imagine the horrible scene. "Who ...... did it? God! The God of Light won't forgive him."

"It's me!"

Sasha looked up at her brother with wide eyes, wondering how he was able to say this so calmly.

"She betrayed me, she betrayed me to the wild dogs, so she's going to die, I have no regrets, I've never regretted making that decision in the first place, that's just the way the world is, Sasha, my dear, and when you realize that even sheep leave blood at the corners of their mouths then you have to be quite wary even when you're treating ants."