The addition of another bank caused no stir at all. Its impact was nowhere near as great as someone splashing a bucket of excrement outside Count Linares's door.
The damage was minimal, but the insult was immense.
There were countless vicious tricks in political struggles, but such a lowbrow method was clearly the sort of thing used by street thugs.
After the incident, Caesar IV flew into a rage in court and ordered the city guard to investigate thoroughly.
They arrested a large number of hooligans, but unfortunately, they still failed to uncover the mastermind behind it.
Even so, the deterrent effect was obvious. All the petty moves targeting Count Linares came to a halt.
Far away, thousands of miles from the capital, Hudson smiled meaningfully the moment he received the news.
He did not know whether anyone had advised Caesar IV, but judging by how he handled this matter, the king had clearly grown.
Regardless of Count Linares's abilities, he was ultimately the king's loyal dog.
It seemed that he had caused trouble, but without Caesar IV's tacit approval, Count Linares would have backed down the moment he realized there was a problem. He would never have brought it before the court for discussion.
At heart, he was taking the blame for the king and the reformists. If they abandoned him now, the reformists would lose heart as well.
Without question, in the current complicated situation, having a king with competent political skills was certainly a good thing for the kingdom.
Hudson had been living a very fulfilling life lately. The chaos in the Orc Empire gave him more gossip than he could ever finish following.
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