The Titan Empire: The Game of Power

Volume 2, Chapter 3

Oscar violently plucked that eye out and Wood's eye socket became a black hole gushing blood. The Princess pissed even harder, Oscar had heard the silky sound, but the teenager didn't laugh at the sight of witnessing the shame, he kept his mind fully focused on the ceremony, he wouldn't keep the eye, the filth should be reserved for the loser himself.

Unbeknownst to Oscar, he had invented an extremely cruel method of treating his enemies, and the Buffy knights had begun to follow suit shortly after learning that the young lord had punished villains in that way. This method scandalized even the Bohemians, who were known for their ferocity.

Wood. Buksid didn't know why this was happening, he was being beaten up. The pain took over most of his mind and he saw the fork in his eye and he couldn't believe it! He passed out in the pain that tore through him. In his stupor he didn't know that someone had opened his mouth, he didn't know that one of his eyeballs had been shoved down his throat, Wood didn't know that, and his throat knew even less, so the know-nothing throat instinctively swallowed the rounded foreign object that had been forced in.

"Good God! What has this madman done! Oh my God!" Just as Oscar was about to remove Wood. Buksid's other eye, he heard a shout from behind him from the adults.

"Brother! Brother ......," came a weak, low cry from Sasha.

Oscar opened his eyes abruptly. Looking at his sister in his arms, the teenager took a deep breath, having been jolted out of his memories.

"Don't leave me, Sasha will never dare to be naughty ...... brother again! Don't leave me!" Sasha writhed uneasily in his nightmare.

Once again, Oscar felt his heart fill with pain, and he held his sister tightly, knowing he would never let go again. He would make up for ten years of Sasha's pain of missing him with a lifetime of loving care.

As for that Wood, Oscar had forgotten how long it had been since he had thought about that guy, but he hadn't really forgotten, the hatred was etched in his bones. "I heard that Wood seems to be doing well." Oscar whispered to himself, "Come on then! You, that father of yours, and your family, you all need to start praying! I swear, no one can stop me from taking out that other eye of yours, you've kept him for ten years has been a great gift from the God of Light, and now I'm coming, huh? Pray in fear! You poor swine."

Oscar pulled on the brocade quilt made of velvet for Sasha, then he put away the book of fairy tales, and at last he extinguished the candles beside his bed, and at last he was again in the darkness that could make him peaceful and tranquil.

"Father! Good heavens! Why don't you say something! What am I going to do, didn't you say that guy would be under house arrest forever? Good heavens! How did it come to this, how did that criminal become a highness? Gosh! How could this happen? I'm afraid I'll never forget the look in his eyes for the rest of my life! I know he will never let me go ......"

ROBSTIER. The Duke of Buxted sat in a large swivel chair in his study looking sadly at his son. Where had that handsome lad gone? Was this his son? The Duke tortured himself with this agonizing question every time he saw Wood.

Wood's left eye was gone, an eye patch now covered that horrifying hollow, he had no hair, those wounds on his head back then were too many and too big, and those highly corrosive injuries made it impossible for him to grow any more hair. His son wore a hat all year round, and the scars on his head made him look like a monster.

Duke Buksid knew his good times were coming to an end. It had ended when that news came out of the palace that afternoon. The Duke was so angry that he frantically tore at the volumes spread out on the table, they were all imperial decisions, and he had served the royal family loyally for half his life in return for such a shattering result.

In the afternoon the Duke was blocked from the Emperor's door by the palace chamberlain, that damned eunuch had never been that condescending. "His Majesty is cordially meeting with His Royal Highness Prince Ossigne, and also His Majesty has commanded that no one be allowed to disturb them, especially you, honorable Minister of State."

The Duke showed little sign of disrespect to the eunuch, who had lost his mind upon hearing those words.

What had gone wrong? The duke carefully analyzed every word the teenager had said in the court, which were copied by the duke on a piece of paper. In reality, that sinful prisoner had only said six words, all of which were very brief, but it was these simple six words that completely changed His Majesty the Third.

The Duke knew that His Majesty had been awakened by the affection that the teenager had deliberately highlighted, but he was still skeptical of the Emperor's intentions; he thought he knew the Emperor, and he couldn't believe that the Emperor, who was supposed to be considered an excellent one, would be deceived by the teenager's obviously contrived words.

But now the Duke knew that it was too late to say anything, there were more than twenty ministers who had witnessed that unofficial enthronement ceremony, and as long as that criminal always wore that ring that the Empress Dowager had bestowed upon his mother, then no one would dare to cross him even if he wasn't a Prince.

The Duke, taken by surprise by the sudden turn of events, was not discouraged by his afternoon's frustration at the palace gates, and he was at the Ossigne. Anru. Mauricette left Hamilton Palace and again demanded an audience with his majesty, but he was told that the emperor had shut himself up in the study in his bedchamber, and that all the ministers who had asked for an audience had been denied it.

The duke was desperate, he already knew what was in that study, the boy had succeeded, his seemingly childish and ridiculous method had succeeded. The duke felt that he had been deceived by the emperor, he had helped him work hard to suppress Anru for more than ten years, but in the end this majesty had all but given up in just ten minutes. So where had he put himself?

Robustil. Buksid was chilled to the bone, Anru's cruelty to his enemies had been passed down for four hundred years, and he couldn't help but think of the words the teenager had left on the case file, Let the enemy's soul never rest in peace, let the enemy eat his own blood, oh my!

So what to do now? It was no longer possible to trust His Majesty. This Emperor's admission of fault to Anru was actually tantamount to betrayal. And what about his colleagues? I couldn't count on them! Robustier thought angrily, don't those guys usually enjoy drinking tea and discussing politics at his residence? And now? Where were they? They seemed to have disappeared into thin air after the afternoon, and they couldn't even invite themselves. The Duke cursed the ministers who were so inclined.

So who was left? The rest of the royal family? No, no! There was no reason for them to choose to make an enemy of a Prince who was also a member of their own clan at a time like this.

And the Senate? They had some strong allies there, but what could the Senate do? It is simply a "retirement home"! Besides, the majority of the nobles and senators represent various local powers, and they have never been kind to themselves.

What else? Is there any more? There seems to be only the Illuminati left. It's fine if they don't mention it! Those bishops only have gold coins in their eyes! But the point is that they won't even take their own money, and right now they're probably busy preparing the official enthronement ceremony for that vicious criminal!

The Duke let out a long sigh, recognizing that no one would choose between the King and the House of Anru, and that he had been left alone, and that what was waiting for him would not be good.

His son was still chattering away. The poor boy, how cruelly that damned villain has hurt you! Good heavens! If you weren't what you are now, then perhaps you would have been married to Her Royal Highness, Princess Alenis.

Right! Damn it! That princess! Everything was a disaster caused by her, and she had shirked all the responsibility afterward, and she even swore never to see his son, and said something about how his son was just a scumbag who only bullied the weak, so damn it! Wasn't she the one who allowed the punishment of that young lady of the Anru family?

The Duke looked at his unlucky son with sudden fury, he fiercely flung the table top down to the floor, his poor boy couldn't say a word anymore, he covered his chest and spread out on the sofa, he couldn't take any more shock since Wood removed the bandage from his injured eye and saw himself in the mirror.

The Duke stepped forward and embraced his poor boy, his only son had become like this! But what had he gained, the Emperor had betrayed him, his ministers had turned away from him, the criminal who had hurt his child had become a Prince, and he had to bow respectfully when he saw him? It was worse than taking his own life.

Robustil. Buksid recognizes that there is no place for him in this court anymore.

The Duke calms his son, who is also a man who does not give in easily, and whose years in politics have led him to believe that there must still be people and things worth exploiting, and that there must be some loopholes in the Emperor's ways.

He hugged his son, who was still shivering in his arms, tightly, and he secretly admonished himself that he couldn't give up, he absolutely couldn't give up, everything related to that imp in Domolga Prison was saturated with blood and filth. The strange deaths of all the members of the Chinchilla expedition were diluted by the return of this demon! Was it all a coincidence that that warden had suddenly retired, and that the War Office had suddenly ordered a change of guard for the army of Domolga? The Duke instinctively felt it was the teenager shifting some of his secrets.

A cold smile spilled from the corner of the duke's lips. We'll see about that little bastard! I am still the Minister of State of the Titan Empire! And you criminals will surely leave a deadly mark, then I will still have a fighting chance. Let the people see just who can finally win this battle where only one of the two can survive.

On April 15, 791 Bright Calendar, His Royal Highness the Prince spent his first unbelievably pleasant night in the free world, and there was nothing happier than waking up to find his lovely sister drooling and snoring. But things were never perfect. It's damn near dawn when the little fat boy is pulled out of bed by Countess Antonie Homan. Countess Homan pulled him out of bed. Annie seemed unusually excited today. But Junior knew that an excited Annie wasn't going to do anything constructive.

This countess who was in charge of taking care of the young son of the Anru family was not married, she came from a prominent family before, and she served as Mika. Alpha. She was called to the court at a young age as a companion of Princess Mika Alpha Morissette. She accompanied the Princess through her youth and young adulthood, then to the House of Anru, then to Domolga with her son, and later became the boy's lover when he began to understand the love of men and women.

Any member of House Anru had great respect for the beautiful woman who had been given the title of Countess by the Emperor. Not all attendants would willingly accompany their masters to prison, especially not in the prison that was known for its horrors.

So when Anne set up little Oscar's schedule no one raised an objection, everyone even felt that the Countess's arrangement could be described as perfect.

The only one who disagreed with Anne's one might be that little highness himself. Oscar hated to lock himself into Domolga again when he saw his schedule.

Annie did have the ability to keep little Oscar in line. The little chubby boy washed up at seven sharp, shared breakfast at 7:20, he was dragged off by Anne to say good morning to the Duchess at 7:30, then he met up with his sister and his bodyguard in the hall, and at 8:00 sharp an excited Anne, an excited Sashaie, an excited Blizzard, an excited reserve paladin, an excited liar butler, and a droopy, sleep-deprived, and breakfast-deprived His Royal Highness Prince Ossiane headed out the door right on time! .

The morning of Turin is busy, the road is full of people running around, these citizens who go out early and come back late for a meager income will not sit in carriages and look at the scenery like the big people, they weave in and out of every street in Turin with the rising sun, as a lower class citizen they will never have a day to come out of the woodwork, the strictness of Titan's hierarchical system and the exploitation of the aristocrats has made these hardworking people become more and more unimaginative.

Although His Royal Highness Prince Othniel understands that this is the sadness of the little people, he still believes in what the Killer King said, that the little people also have the ambition of the little people. The people of Titan were lovely people, they quietly contributed their wealth to the Empire, they silently prayed for the Knights of Narcissus, and they silently donated the already few belongings to the Light Sacrifice of Narcissus County.

The Prince was a little curious about the busy crowd, he didn't know what the people were doing, but he knew he would never have the chance to experience that kind of life.

Exactly according to the schedule, the luxurious carriage arrived at Sunset Boulevard at 8:40. This boulevard was located at the eastern end of Turin City, and it connected the aristocratic ghetto bounded by the King's Road.

The prosperity of Turin's commerce could be summarized by the streetscape of this avenue. Both sides of the avenue were lined with merchants and stores. Merchants from almost all the kingdoms in the Western Continent regarded this place as a paradise. His Royal Highness's entourage abandoned their carriages and went into a shopping frenzy.

Oscar didn't participate in it, he found the most comfortable position to cozy up in the spacious carriage to catch up on his sleep. Good heavens! He was a Prince! He was a Highness, and all he had to do was stand at the side of the road and shout, and the merchants would scramble to deliver the best of the best, and the kind that wouldn't ask him to pay for it.

Anne and Sasha, accompanied by their sturdy coachman, had visited almost every costume jewelry store on Sunset Boulevard, and almost all the proprietors had heard from the porter that the two young ladies had stepped out of the Anru family's most exclusive carriage. A lady and a little miss had had their fill of being queens for once. And of course their wallets were emptied by the merchants.

The crook Ritchie, Baron Ebber, was supposed to purchase some herbs for the poison doctor, but apparently he changed his mind when he spotted the lady on the side of the road, and Ritchie managed to get her into a very well-decorated dining room after only three minutes of conversation with the rather attractive lady. What happened next is beyond our knowledge, all we know is that Richie disappeared after that, for a whole day.

Camille LeArron was a handsome, very handsome man. Reallen was a very handsome young man. His martial general's uniform attracted the attention of many a lady. Likewise, his presence cursed the men of the street. But they would never dare to find fault with the colonel, who wore a gold medal on his chest representing his qualifications as a paladin.

Our Lord Lieutenant of the Narcissus Knights had purchased four bayonets, ten flying swords and a huge sword with a wide blade, and he walked as if he were a movable arsenal of weapons, and the Ministry of Justice's escorts patrolling the street sweated for him, not for fear that he would get into trouble, but for fear that he would be injured by his own weapons hanging all over his body.

The only one who stayed by Oscar's side was Blizzard, and while the King of Killers dutifully stuck to his post, that didn't mean he wouldn't complain. He had a full belly of complaints about his little master who had collapsed into a fitful sleep, what a holy and great cause it was to hang out with the ladies! This sleepy little fat boy chose to stay in the carriage. Paul, who found his master hard to understand, casually took out a book from the bookcase under the seat, and fortunately the content of the book was very appealing, or rather, very appealing to Paul. The title of the book was Prenatal Care of Sows.

All morning everyone went about their own business until it was time to break up according to the schedule, and in actuality there was not much to say about that; Antony and Little Miss hired a wagon to take the loot home to enjoy it; it was not that they did not want to follow Oscar, but the place where the little fat man was going to go next just did not suit them; Ritchie had disappeared, and everyone did not bother with him; and Paul was still the same as ever, but he was in planning to build a pig farm when he retired, and that was just too tempting!

His Royal Highness arrived at the "Fat Lord's" club at exactly 12 noon, and Countess Antonie Homan made a reservation for him. Countess Antonie Holman had booked an appointment for him. Oscar had heard about the club, but he was shocked to see two waiters at the door. Those were two leather balls! It was the first time the teenager had seen people who were so evenly fat.

The current president of the "Fat Lord" club was Almodóvar Godzilla. Almodovar Godzilla, who is Alpha III's Minister of Finance. The two topics of conversation in Turin's high society were the minister's love of gold coins and the fact that he had set yet another record weight. Oscar laughed for a long time when he first heard the minister's last name, "Godzilla", the name of the mythical sea monster.

The Lord Sea Monster was waiting in front of the club early, he greeted Oscar's carriage with gusto when he saw it, Oscar and the lord greeted each other, and it was obvious to the teenager that the monstrous man was indeed a little excited.

Yes! Minister of Finance Almodovar. Godzilla became excited when he learned that His Royal Highness, the Prince that the Emperor had just enthroned, was a little fat boy! It had been a long time since his club had taken in new members.

"Your Highness the Prince, it's not an easy world!" The fifty-odd-year-old finance minister spoke in a serious tone. "As you know, those who enter and exit this club are all depressed people who endure the prejudices of the world, they endure the discriminatory gazes of the girls, and I'm very honored to be able to invite you to join us!"

Oscar is just a little fat guy who still gets surprised when he meets monster-sized fat guys.

"Honorable Minister of Finance, if I remember correctly, I should address you as Lord Marquis Godzilla, and I am equally honored by your invitation."

"I already feel very successful in making an impression on His Royal Highness the Prince. Then please come with me and I will introduce you to my friends."

Oscar had some curiosity about the "Fat Lord's" club; as far as he knew, no one seemed to decorate a club like this house. It was too dim, and though its door faced the noisy market-place, its interior was very quiet, and the whole house was like an ant-hole, with innumerable rooms and secret doors, while on the outside it looked simple.

The teenager exchanged glances with the bodyguard behind him, the young prince had already discovered some organs that were obviously traps.

The Chancellor of the Exchequer walked around as he introduced the Prince to the portraits on the walls, all of which were patriarchs from the former club, Oscar nodded, yes! All ridiculously fat guys indeed.

I think it was the third floor, wasn't it? Oscar got a little dizzy turning around the labyrinthine building.

Finally the Minister of Finance stopped outside a door, he wiped the sweat that kept dripping from his head with a handkerchief, as he opened the door, he apologized to Oscar, he didn't treat Prince Ossigne lightly just because he wasn't of age.

Oscar entered the room, which was a sort of parlor, and which was fairly spacious, but still seemed a bit cramped after standing full of four big fat men and one little fat man.

"Alright friends! I'm sure you all already know the identity of this honored guest, but allow me to introduce him again for the record, this is Osne. Anru. His Royal Highness Prince Morissette, the youngest son of Marshal Anru, and His Majesty the Emperor's own nephew."

The three big fat men saluted Oscar, and the Prince could see that the fat man on the far left was very reluctant, even his expression was a bit unfriendly.

"Your Highness the Prince, allow me to introduce to you, this is Barboa . Marquis Descartes, this lord is the head of the Treasury Department of the State Council; this is the Imperial Minister of Revenue, Ephraim. This is Marquis Ephraim Owen, the Revenue Minister of the Empire, who is my good friend and in-law; and this is Count Livius Sacaera, from the province of Torres. Count Sacaela, the Sacaela family has several great gold mines in their territory."

"Good noon, my lords, I am here at the invitation of the Marquis of Godzilla. It is an honor to meet you all." His Royal Highness Prince Othniel had already realized that this was not all the members of the "Fat Lords" club, and the "Fat Lords" that the Minister of Finance had introduced him to were definitely not those who were depressed, and who could say that the people who manipulated the economic lifelines of the Titan Empire were the "depressed" ones? Who can say that those who control the economic lifelines of the Titan Empire are "depressed"?

These four adults here do have the ability to manipulate the economy of the empire, perhaps the God of Light's deliberate arrangement, these adults' status and weight are so weighty. In the teenager's opinion, the reason why the fat people were sitting in one piece was not because they were angry with some little b***h, but for a cake that was so big that it was scary! The ingredients of this cake were such that anyone would be moved by it, and that included His Majesty the Emperor's private treasury, the Titan Empire's treasury, the empire's financial tax revenue, and the Morissette Dynasty's gold reserves.

Countess Antonie Hohmann. Countess Homan was interested in the weight loss packages and the famous nutrition experts, so she accepted the invitation from the Minister of Finance without hesitation. Obviously the Countess didn't know that what Oscar was facing now was by no means one of those ordinary little scenes. Oscar had already found it a little difficult to grasp such a sudden situation.

Big and small fat people in a burst of polite pleasantries after all sat down. Sitting on the main seat is naturally the small Oscar, he is the highest grade noble among all, no one will be in front of a prince to divide what the host and guest.

The meat mountain of a finance minister sat on Oscar's right hand side, it could be seen that the sea monster was struggling to sit, his stomach became as if it was folded after sitting down. Oscar looked at it and kind of resisted the urge to persuade him to lie down.

The Minister of Revenue sat down on the Prince's left, and the Earl of Fife. Earl Owen was very curious about His Royal Highness, he had been sizing up this little fat man.

The Marquis of Descartes was the one who was interested in the little man. Marquis Descartes was the one who was a little contemptuous of the little Prince, and he sat furthest away from Oscar, seemingly unwilling to take part in the conversation.

The most reserved one was Count Reeves of the Sacaera family, who was of low rank and did not hold any public office, and was also a provincial nobleman, so he sat on a sofa by the door. Reeves was the youngest of the several lords, he was only 32 years old. But in Oscar's opinion it didn't matter, he and the sea monster were supposed to be the toughest characters of the four, the little fat man couldn't say why, it was just his judgment out of intuition.

"Please don't be surprised, these several lords are my best friends, the reason why I didn't introduce those other lords for you is mainly because they have various bad habits. I don't think that Your Highness would be interested in those who only fantasize and have many perverted behaviors."

Oscar immediately understood the meaning of the finance minister's words, it seems that this club is indeed a bit unusual, it secretly provides services for those fat adults, those services are only to fulfill these fat people's fantasies, to such a guy the young prince really do not dare to learn, from the past in the Domolga he has seen a lot.

In fact, the little fat man is no insight in this regard, this building is completely in accordance with the pattern of design. Of course, it is the kind that can provide all the services for the big man.

Oscar clearly felt that Anne had been tricked. She had gotten herself into such a place, and the Prince was sure that by this evening at the latest, his entrance and exit from the Fat Lord's Club would be all over town.

"Yes, while it is not our place to criticize a person's hobbies, as a normal thinking person I must admit that what some of our members do is really not worth proclaiming." Ephraim. Earl Owen took up the words of the Chancellor of the Exchequer.

"Indeed it is, Honorable Minister of Revenue! I have met many fellows in Domolga with a wide range of interests, and their doings are somewhat unsatisfactory." Oscar said lightly.

"Oh, you are too kind, Minister of Revenue that is what you are called at court, here or anywhere apart from the court, I would expect His Royal Highness to call me by my first name."

Oscar was by this time certain that these fellows had something to discuss with him, and that this Earl of Ephraim. Earl Owen had shown clearly that he was old enough to be his grandfather, this fat lord's status and position was there plainly, there was no reason for him to show respect to a famous and young Prince like himself.