Chapter 16: Deep Fear

Boris Golden Eagle felt that he would never forget that man's handwriting in his life.

Before Lord Westeros defeated the other six dukes and began to enter the imperial capital, he felt deeply afraid of this man.

Because every time a pillar and its affiliates and allies are defeated, inhumane exploitation and oppression will follow.

This is completely different from the previous conventions. In the past, even a noble of the rank of Seven Dukes would be defeated and surrender.

Even a small baron would hardly be treated like this.

We are all nobles. If you are so ruthless, no one else will be ruthless in the future!

On the contrary, if you take care of me, I can’t guarantee that I will take care of you in the future, but at least others will abide by the rules and give you and your family dignity.

This is almost a default custom that took hundreds of years for the Baratheon noble circle to reach.

As a result, this guy ruined everything as soon as he came.

This is a power-grabbing monster that has no regard for rules or honor.

He seemed to be born to trample on everything of the old aristocracy.

The nobles will never die!
This was his only understanding before the Grand Duke rushed out to kill him.

Everything the other party did after entering the imperial capital further verified all his thoughts about this person.

This person is really here for all the existing order!
Boris's Golden Eagle had never seen a ruler kill nobles without hesitation like he killed commoners, no, killed the poor!
When he had just led his troops to disperse the House of Representatives, at least hundreds of nobles were put on his death list and executed in public every day.

It was also at that time that the entire imperial capital was shrouded in the shadow of Lord Westeros's death reign.

When he was still a teenager, he would get up early every day and wait in front of the bulletin board, just like the poor people who went to the church to wait for relief food.

With indescribable fear and pressure that almost suffocated him, he scanned every name posted by the Southern Knights.

I was afraid that I or my family would appear on that death list.

Fortunately, I have the blessings of the gods and the kings.

Perhaps a small family like his is simply not in the eyes of the Grand Duke.

Until Her Majesty the Queen successfully dispelled the shadow of death that shrouded the imperial capital, none of their family appeared on the death list.

But even so, it was a fear that went deep into his bones.

As a respectable noble, he could have saved his life no matter what.

But this person doesn't care about that at all!

In this man's eyes, his life is no different from that of a bug!
When he knew that he would really die and that he was brushing shoulders with death every day, fear was completely rooted deep in his heart.

He knew that the people who made the most money in Baratheon were actually the perfumers.

Because most of the nobles who survived the Great Purge would not be able to fall asleep without the special hypnotic incense made by the perfumer.

He even relied on hypnotic incense to get through the most difficult period.

He stopped using it only after he became a mid-sequence transcendent and developed a strong resistance to most hypnotic incense.

Even if the other party did nothing!

What is more terrifying than death is the torment of the unknown.

Therefore, even though he didn't even see clearly what was written on it just now.

He also immediately recognized whose handwriting it was!

Because when he was young, he had to read the list written by this person hundreds of times every day before he could calm his fear.

But he was also quite grateful to the Grand Duke.

After all, without this grand duke, their family would have no chance of coming up.

The rigidity of the aristocratic system is particularly evident in Baratheon!
Without this madman who tramples on everything, many of today's new nobles would probably still be working as coolies on the streets.

So his feelings towards this person are extremely complicated.

The fear reached its extreme, because this person made him realize clearly that the other party would really kill him, and it all depended on this person's mood.

He also deeply concealed his gratitude, because almost everything he had now came from the madness of this madman.

Of course, the latter is a principled mistake that should never be made public.

"My Lord? What's the matter with you?"

Looking at his subordinates who helped him up.

Boris Golden Eagle waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, I'm just a little dazed. Go away, I'll be alone for a while. Oh, I'm going to the bathroom first. No need to follow me."

Although his subordinates were a little surprised as to why this veteran general, who had been through so many battles, would suddenly behave like this.

But they didn't say anything. This was the boss, nothing else.

After walking out of his office, Boris Golden Eagle did not go directly to the bathroom, but went to the equipment department first.

After sending the staff away, he took a bottle of strong laxative used to cleanse the stomach and intestines from the medicine store.

This was originally intended to prevent anyone from being poisoned.

But now, he is going to use it.

Because he just ate that paper.

But he had to get it back to Potter as soon as possible, otherwise the other party might notice something was wrong.

He didn't know what the relationship between Potter and the monster was, nor did he know what role the monster played in this incident, and he didn't know what would happen when the monster came back.

All he knew was that he didn't want to get involved in this.

And last night, the prophet came to the revelation that 'He' has returned!
So now he just wants to be an outsider, just like when he survived.

He knew that in theory he should report all of this to Her Majesty the Queen immediately, telling her and everyone that the one who had returned was that monster, the dictator, the Duke of Westeros who trampled on everything!
But he didn't dare, the fear of his youth deeply dominated his brain.

He simply didn't have the courage to stand at the forefront of the opposition to Westeros.

He had always thought that he had achieved success and made it out of this, but now he realized that he had been standing still.

When Potter, full of joy, followed the great Boris Golden Eagle to support Suras Court.

He didn't know that the creed given to him by Moon had been lost and found.

He just felt like he should take a shower.

Because he felt like he stank.

This discovery made him look at the Boris golden eagle beside him with a little uneasiness.

Wouldn't this lower my score in the eyes of this adult?

And the golden eagle of Boris, who had noticed what Potter had seen, also began to feel dry in his mouth.

This guy won’t find out, right?
"That, that."

The two said this almost at the same time.

"Ah. My Lord, you go first."

"No, it's okay, just tell me, just tell me."

"No, no, no, sir, you say!"

In the end, Boris's golden eagle still couldn't overcome its fear.

"You, did you find anything?"

As he said this, Boris's golden eagle swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

Porter said awkwardly:
"My lord, I haven't taken a shower yet. I smell a little bit."

Hearing this, Boris's golden eagle felt relieved.

He laughed and patted Potter on the shoulder.
"No, it's nothing. It just shows that you've been working hard!"

Great, he didn’t notice. After this, I must get rid of this plague god as soon as possible.

No, I have to leave the imperial capital too.

It seems I have to find a way to build some connections so that this guy can get promoted, and so that I can be transferred out of the imperial capital as soon as possible!
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Deep inside the palace, Nelson's golden eagle, the prophet who made the prophecy, and many other important figures were all kneeling respectfully at the bottom of the steps.

Sitting on the high platform is the hostess of this country.

It is their monarch.

"The Overwatch Council sent a message that Suras City is the ultimate goal of the cultists, so what is this prophecy about?"

The queen's cold and calm voice spread throughout the audience hall.

Nelson's Golden Eagle and the Prophet were suddenly sweating profusely.

(End of this chapter)