After returning to his residence, Paul told Cecil and Female Advisor what happened at the banquet.
Cecil touched his chin and clicked his tongue, "Now the drunkards in the tavern have something new to talk about. Lord Earl, I guarantee that in less than three days, countless versions of the story about the succession of the Duke's title will appear in the market."
"So exaggerated?"
"This kind of thing that reveals a strong flavor of conspiracy has always been popular with people. Even if there is no conspiracy or complicated process, people will add fuel to the fire."
"Cecil, we need to strengthen our intelligence collection on the Kent Family in the future. He has been hostile to us in the past. Even if he does not cause trouble for us in the future, he must always be on guard. When Maltz Kent becomes a duke, he will have even greater power."
"My lord, I know this."
Paul said, "If there is nothing else, let's go back tomorrow."
"Huh? Sir Earl, Cent City will be held for several days and Martial Arts Tournament will be held continuously for several days? Aren't you going to stay and watch?"
"I have no interest in those things at all. I am more concerned about the expansion of the iron plant than Martial Arts Tournament."
Female Advisor was very in favor of Paul's decision. Perhaps because of the secret identity, Laddie felt a sense of insecurity as soon as he left Arda.
Before dinner, Mellon and Victor came back.
"It's weird!"
This Earl Garnard spread his hands and said inexplicably.
"I was quite excited at the beginning, but during a certain game, I suddenly thought that the mighty knights on the field could be knocked down by an ordinary person with a 'touch' of a musket. I suddenly felt Martial Arts Tournament boring."
"Okay, Mellon, let's go back together tomorrow!"
Everyone reached a consensus.
The dungeon in Duke's Residence is a dark, cold and damp place.
This is especially true in the deepest part of the dungeon, where the air is foul and filled with a musty smell.
Only a few torches inserted into the wall gave off a little light and warmth.
Over the years, countless criminals and enemies of the Ferdinand Family have been imprisoned here, and many people spent the last miserable days of their lives here.
There are many dead people among them. If you listen carefully in the dungeon, you can hear low voices that sound like mumbling to themselves, as if the ghosts of the dead are wandering around here, telling their misfortunes. In this quiet place where people can have auditory hallucinations, footsteps suddenly sound.
A guard led an old man here, and they came to the door of the deepest cell.
There was a figure lying behind the iron railing. When he heard someone coming, he immediately sat up and looked outside.
The guard glanced at the figure in the cell and saluted him, "Sir Viscount, your butler is here to see you."
The person imprisoned here is Viscount Henry who offended his brother Duke Ferdinand because of the inheritance of the title. However, although under the Duke's order, he was locked in the deepest part of the dungeon, the guards guarding the cell did not dare to treat him as an ordinary prisoner.
After all, Henry is a Ferdinand Family, a Viscount, and the Duke's younger brother. Although the Duke is now furious and has his brother locked up, they do not treat Henry lightly. If they are rude to him, if the two brothers reconcile later, they will definitely be in bad luck.
"Butler, you are finally here~"
Henry inside had a mournful face, as if he was suffering from great grievance and unwillingness.
"Wow, how could my brother treat me like this? I'm his biological brother!"
While talking, Henry started crying with runny nose and tears.
The housekeeper sighed and comforted him, "Master Viscount, please don't do this. I have already pleaded for you in front of Duke. I believe he will not really embarrass you."
"Ah? Have you already met my brother? What did he say?"
"Duke said that you will be detained for two more days..."
Before the housekeeper could say anything to me, there was a rush of footsteps outside.
A man dressed as an officer with a livid face broke in, followed by two other guards guarding the cell.
The guard who led the butler in earlier felt that something was wrong as soon as he saw the colors of the two companions behind the officer.
Sure enough, the officer came and hit him in front of him, giving him a big slap in the face.
A red five-fingerprint appeared on the guard's face. He covered his face and lowered his head, waiting for his superior's scolding.
The guard was not very familiar with the boss in front of him. The original officer who managed the dungeon was transferred away a few days ago and replaced by this one. It is rumored that he has a close relationship with Lord Earl Kent.
The officer roared at the guards, "I just went out to take a pee, and you all didn't let me worry about it. You even led outsiders into the cell without my permission!"
The guard looked aggrieved, "But, sir. He is Viscount Henry's butler!"
The officer blew his beard and said loudly, "That's not okay. Anyone who comes in must get my permission."
Although he was shouting at the guards, it was obvious that he was not just talking to the guards.
Old Chief Steward, who was standing aside, quickly came over and apologized. "Sir, please forgive me, I don't understand the rules here."
Viscount Henry, who was locked up, looked at a loss and seemed to be scared.
The officer turned to look at the butler, "Mr. Butler, I am not an unreasonable person, but the rules are the rules. You see..."
He glanced at the wooden box in the butler's hand.
The housekeeper immediately presented the wooden box with both hands, "Oh, here is the food for Mr. Viscount. I'm afraid he won't be used to the food in prison. Please check it."
"Then please forgive me for the offence."
The officer didn't waste any time. He immediately opened the box and inspected everything carefully.
The box was indeed full of food, and he returned the box to the butler.
"After delivering the things, say a few words and then leave. There is a time limit for prison visits, and Mr. Viscount is no exception."
"Yes, yes. I'll leave soon."
The housekeeper agreed wholeheartedly. He handed the box to Viscount Henry on the other side of the iron fence, said a few words about taking care of yourself, and then stood up to leave.
Before leaving, he took out a bag and stuffed it into the officer who was always watching them.
"Sir, please take good care of Viscount Henry in the future."
The officer shook the bag, and a clear and sweet sound came from it, and a smile appeared on his always tense face.
"It's easy to talk about. I will definitely take good care of Duke's brother."
Then he led the butler outside.
Viscount Henry's crying voice came from behind, "Butler, you have to persuade my brother again! He was taken care of by you when he was a child, and he will definitely listen to you."
The footsteps became quieter and quieter, and finally disappeared completely.
Viscount Henry opened the wooden box, but did not start eating immediately. Instead, he took out the bread inside and broke it open one by one.
After breaking open the third piece of bread, there was a small paper roll embedded inside.
"Sure enough..."
Viscount was mumbling to himself while taking out the small paper roll inside the bread.
The cowardly look he had before also disappeared.
"Humph, my good brother. I thought you had forgotten what the deepest cell was for. Now it seems you still remember."