Chapter 143 – 143. Prince Canin’s Harsh World of Press Is a Harsh World for His Brothers. (One)
– One –
“Sir. Is this right? It’s already an hour.”
“That’s right. If you wait here, the Tennessee brothers said they would take care of it.”
Viscount Uweboll and Marquis of Caymus were seated in the room closest to the entrance to the luxurious tea house where private rooms were provided.
Because the inside of the private room could not be seen from the outside, it was mainly used as a secret dating place for lovers.
Of course, those who needed a contact to avoid outside eyes like these people often used it.
“Ha…”
“…”
As Viscount Uwevol sighed, the Marquis of Caymus looked at him.
This is because the hierarchy between them has subtly reversed since Viscount Uwebol returned to life in the northern wilderness.
The Marquis of Caymus secretly takes out a note from his bosom and reads it again.
It was a note he had read ten more times in the past hour.
It was a note sent from Jack, which he handed over through personal mail with the location and name of the store written down in his own handwriting.
“Keep, keep! That, I’ve checked it out for sure.”
“Ah, I didn’t sigh because I thought the place was wrong, sir.”
“Huh? Then why…?”
Viscount Uweboll sneaks around the room.
They check meticulously to make sure no one is listening to them or that no one is monitoring them.
There are no finely opened crevices.
No sound leaks in from the next room.
Only then, when he was sure that no sound would leak out of this room, Viscount Uweboll opened his mouth.
“Because I’m worried.”
“Who?”
“Who is it, who is it? Couldn’t it be His Highness the Crown Prince and his nanny, Mrs. Clarence Dillon?”
“Okay…”
The Marquis of Caymouth grabs his head.
He hadn’t really realized how badly Canin and Clarence were being abused until Viscount Uweboll returned.
It was because while Viscount Uweboll was away, the Marquis of Caymus took over the roles he was playing, and it was a daunting situation to perform.
And that wasn’t all.
Regal’s retaliation had caused the faction itself to collapse, and they were really busy trying to sort things out.
So he had to pay less attention to the safety of Canin and Clarence, even though it was the most important thing.
“I really have no face…”
“I didn’t mean to blame your Excellency. I was just worried about the fact that Your Highness was being ruined without even realizing it while doing this. It’s much more serious than I expected.”
He heard reports from McKellen every day, but the Marquis of Caymus half-passed them.
It was partly because he was focused on suffocating the factions, but he listened casually because he was concentrating on the report on Canin and an unbearable tantrum welled up inside him.
I didn’t see it as a report organized by hour at a glance, but it was hard to realize the seriousness of it as I listened to it in fragments every day.
In hindsight, the abuse inflicted on Canin had become more serious than anyone could have imagined.
The Marquis of Caymus came to suspect that he had been brainwashed by Rasputin.
“It’s only been a few months since Rasputin was appointed Crown Prince, and Your Highness is enjoying pseudo-sexual acts with the ladies-in-waiting every day. At first, the ladies-in-waiting actively caressed Her Highness with their hands, feet, and breasts, but Now, Your Highness sometimes touches the ladies-in-waiting first. If you look at it from the positive side, it won’t be strange if Your Highness gives favors to the ladies-in-waiting sooner or later…”
“… Now, having an heir at such an early stage is itself undesirable… If an heir is created and the maternal family of the heir is already in power, it may not be possible for His Highness to become a participant in the future. One day.”
“In my heart, I think you should at least perform a permanent sterilization procedure on your Highness so that you can feel at ease…”
“That, that’s…!”
The Marquis of Caymus leaps.
But Viscount Uwevol was stubborn.
“There’s nothing you can’t do. If you become a contestant, you’ll be sterile anyway, and if you become the final winner, your heir won’t matter anymore. Wouldn’t that be a way to ensure safety?”
“Well, even so, if you become the final champion, leaving behind an heir, you will rule the heavens, and the bloodline of the heir will rule the world…”
“Then, if Your Highness doesn’t even survive, what’s the point of having an heir?”
“…”
“And if Regal loses, will all of them fly away, whether they are the throne or the new throne? , Would Regal want to leave the lineage itself? If the Uwebol family becomes the imperial family, I will make the same choice.”
“That’s right,”
“I’m talking about facing reality, Your Excellency.”
“…”
The Marquis of Caymus shuts up.
But he seemed to be holding back something with his mouth shut.
Whether it was anger or sadness, only the Marquis of Caymus would know.
“Haa… First of all, let’s discuss that with His Majesty and make it concrete. This kind of discussion, at least after the two of us have made a decision, doesn’t seem like a matter for us to unilaterally appeal to His Majesty.”
“Yes. I will wear the armband.”
After the uncomfortable topic has passed, there is silence for a while.
There was no difference in the attitude of the two people who were deep in thought.
He had his head bowed with his arms crossed in front of the cold teacup.
“Ah…!”
Then Viscount Uwe Boll raised his head as if he had thought of something.
The Marquis of Caymouth followed suit and raised his head.
“Your Excellency. Have you ever heard of that rumor?”
“What rumors are you talking about?”
“The rumors related to Your Highness’ outfit.”
“Ah… I’ve heard of it. I didn’t think too deeply about it. It’s just that there are rumors about Your Highness always wearing a robe.”
Viscount Uwevol nodded.
However, his expression was quite serious.
“Because the rumors are a little suspicious.”
“… In some aspects?”
“It’s just my intuition, but the speed at which rumors spread is abnormally fast. The way rumors spread is unnaturally wide, too. From my point of view, it seems that certain forces behind it are intentionally producing and spreading rumors. “
The Marquis of Caymus also became serious.
He knows very well that Viscount Uweboll’s logical leap, even if its basis is weak, cannot be dismissed as nonsense.
This is because there have been too many cases where people have seen blood after ignoring his bold reasoning, which is close to intuition, or, if not ignoring it, overlooking it.
It was also closely related to the serial death case of the emperor faction right before.
Even because of that, it was difficult for the Marquis of Caymus to pass over Viscount Uweboll’s words hastily.
However, he was as cautious as his conservative tendencies.
“However, isn’t the rumor itself circulating in the world that Your Highness simply prefers to wear a robe? And that’s also true. So I didn’t feel any problems.”
Viscount Uwebol slowly shook his head.
His thoughts seemed a little different.
“I’m not sure because there’s no conclusive evidence, but I’ve seen oddities in two respects.”
“Tell me.”
“First of all, the fact that this rumor spreads without any suspicion, focusing only on the facts.”
“A fact without a doubt?”
“Yes. There are no rumors floating around in the world, only facts are stated. However, when rumors spread about unusual phenomena, there are bound to be suspicions or supporting speculations about the reason, right? For example, For example, if rumors circulate about the crown prince wearing a robe like this one, there must be various speculations about why.”
“It turns out, it’s true. Maybe it’s because I can’t wear pants because of a big wound, maybe my legs are so deformed and ugly, wouldn’t it be natural for these reasons to follow together? But isn’t there such a reason? True or not? ? Not even one?”
“Yes. There is no speculation or sophistry that usually accompanies rumors. Only the fact that Your Highness usually wears a robe is spreading as a rumor.”
“It’s strange…”
Hearing Viscount Uwevol’s words, the expression of the Marquis Caymus hardened.
He, too, fully began to share Viscount Uweboll’s insecurities.
“The second strange thing is the fact that these dull and dry rumors are spreading, in and of themselves. And that’s a seriously fast-paced mill.”
“Hmm… So, I don’t know why things that aren’t rumored spread so fast, you mean?”
“Yes. If I say to Your Excellency, ‘His Highness the Crown Prince likes to wear robes,’ I’m sure His Excellency will reply to me, ‘But, how about that?’ If that’s the case, then I hope to have an interesting conversation with Your Excellency. If you wish, would you like to explain why, saying, ‘This is a secret, in fact…’?”
“That’s right. Isn’t that the natural flow of conversation? And if what I’ve heard from you is very interesting or quite shocking, then I’d like to talk to you about our self or our baby.”
“Pu-huh! Kuk! Cough, Cough!”
Viscount Uweboll is in pain for a long time when he hears death.
The Marquis of Caymus pats him on the back and offers him water.
Beep!
“Turn it off, pahaa!”
Viscount Uwevol manages to calm himself down by drinking water.
Then, he looks at the Marquis of Caymus with an expression as if he saw an old man with dementia who was painting a mural demeaning the emperor on the wall of the imperial castle after crushing his own poop.
His expression was white as if he had seen something very terrible.
“That, Your Excellency?”
“Why, why but…?”
“Did you just say ‘my baby’ or ‘my baby’…?”
The Marquis of Caymus’ face turned red.
It seems that he did not choose such a word consciously either.
“Cheer, keuhm! That’s not important, pretend not to hear.”
“That title is… I can’t believe it, the Marquis’s wife and the subhuman concubine you brought in this time,”
“Kuheumm, Keum! Kuhm!”
Hijac.
Viscount Uwevol’s philtrum lengthens.
He puts on a sullen look
Hehe. Since you didn’t go to your house and went outside, I was worried that you might be forgetting the essence as a contestant, Your Excellency.”
“Never, never! Definitely not! Me, my, me someone!”
Viscount Uwevol looks at his groin and face alternately.
The expression of the Marquis of Caymus turned even redder.
“I was worried that you wouldn’t be treated like old man Pervert, a drug addict, but I guess that’s not the case. I heard that even though he was young, he ordered a subordinate to keep taking medicine, so you were always worried that he had erectile dysfunction from the start.”
“Keah, keuhum! Keuhum! That, that’s it…”
The Marquis of Caymus subtly looked away.
He did not easily see eye to eye with Viscount Uweboll.
After a while, with difficulty, he opens his mouth.
“I-I’m having fun with all the wives…”
“Aha! Is the Marquis still corrected?”
“Big, big…! That, if your wife isn’t now, when will you have a relationship with a man the size of your grandson, something like that…”
Viscount Uwevol’s expression became even more sinister.
But it wasn’t like that to his heart.
‘I was concerned that I wouldn’t be treated like trash, but fortunately, the Marquis’s wife seemed to understand.’
Viscount Uwevol rummaged through his bosom.
And he pulls out another pouch of pills.
It was the stamina drug that greatly contributed to subduing Regal’s special combat agent, Tullamore, single-handedly.
“I’ll take care of it as much as I can. I don’t think you will abuse it, so please use it when you spend a happy time with your wives.”
“Ke-kee-heum! Go-thank you…”
Hijac.
The popularity of the Marquis of Caymus also increases.
Young and middle-aged, although the apparent ages were different, only the facial expressions of the two men were exactly the same.
“Let’s go ahead and go back to the original conversation.”
“Yes.”
The faces of the two men became serious again.
“Anyway, despite the obvious unnaturalness of those two things, rumors about Your Highness are constantly spreading across the Empire. I’ve determined that unless there is a specific culprit behind the rumors, they won’t spread in such an unnatural form. “
“I agree. As you say, let’s assume that there is a person behind it and judge. What do you think is the reason behind the person spreading rumors like that? In my opinion, by ruling out reasons and spreading rumors, I don’t think the purpose is to stimulate the imagination of those who accept it.”
Viscount Uweboll’s eyes shine.
Another reason why I decided that the death of the imperial family was not negative is right in front of my eyes.
The Marquis of Caymus goes beyond completely relying on himself, becoming an active subject of judgment.
The Marquis of Caymus was gradually escaping from the behavior of relying on himself even for his thoughts and judgment.
And under reasonable judgment, they are taking the initiative and actively acting.
It was clear that the recent changes were heading in a very positive direction.
“I am of the same opinion. If you go one step further, it is judged that their true purpose is not to make a specific rumor circulate. If a specific rumor circulates, the purpose behind it can be inferred relatively accurately. , Just missing a purpose, aren’t we confused? While we’re scrambling to guess purpose, the enemy appears to be a ploy to achieve its true purpose with ease.”
“Because it’s true purpose…”
The Marquis of Caymus is in trouble.
Now, like an unconditional reflex, he does not seek answers from Viscount Uweboll.
Through conscious effort, he was reacquiring the habit of thinking.
“It makes me think that the true purpose may be to undermine the dignity of Your Highness and the Imperial Family by constantly raising questions about Your Highness among the subjects of the Empire.”
Viscount Uwevol nodded.
“Yes. Since ancient times, the imperial family has adhered to a strategy of mysticism to some extent. It was to maintain the dignity of the Imperial Tongji family, and it is still having a meaningful effect in governing the subjects. However, in this way, stories related to His Highness continue to If you go up and down the field, by the time Your Highness ascends to the throne, using such a mystical strategy will be meaningless.
“I see… If the rumor spreads faster than expected, then the rumor about the cause will be added and spread in bulk. In some way, it will be negative and deserving of ridicule. Wouldn’t it?”
“Yes. So how do you respond now?”
Quadang!
Suddenly, the door to the private room they were in opened.
“This, these damn beggars! How dare you…!”
“Oh, sirs! Just pick up a penny!”
Bang!
The one-armed beggar grabs Viscount Uwebol’s hand with his left hand.
Sarak.
Viscount Uwevol’s eyes widen.
Because the one-armed beggar placed a small note in his right hand.
Viscount Uwe Boll let go of his hand and clenched his fist in his right hand.
Back.
And then I woke up,
Aww!
A one-armed man puts his fist into the cheek of a beggar.
“This filthy, insignificant beggar, who dares to touch someone’s body?!”
Puck, Puck!
The one-armed beggar smirks as he is kicked by Viscount Uwebol.
Even before Viscount Uwe Boll could punch him, he had the palm of his left cheek ready to hit him.
Even Viscount Uwebol’s kicks were noisy, and there was no fatal part where the blow was struck.
The one-armed beggar, Viscount Uwebol, seemed to get along very well, which was very satisfying.
“Oh, sir! Please don’t kick me out!”
The gaze of the staff and the Marquis of Caymus all turned to that direction.
A one-eyed beggar followed and broke in.
He was a gaunt middle-aged man who had lost his left eye as well as his left face.
“For the price of a cup of tea for you gentlemen to drink here, beggars like us can avoid starving for three months and ten days! Just a penny, no, even leftover refreshments,”
Whoops!
Suddenly, a wild kick hits him from behind.
“Kwaeek!”
Kudang!
A one-eyed beggar rushing into the private room falls forward and is suppressed by a large employee.
Saggy, he was grabbed by the back of the back of the waiter and dragged out of the private room.
“Eh, you’re going to get lucky, Won. Look!”
“Yes, be better!”
“Please drive out quietly so that other guests are not harmed.
Viscount Uwebol did not reprimand the stern employees.
Ting, Ting!
He even showed a generous attitude of throwing a gold coin at each of them as a tip.
Hehe, I understand, it will be better!”
Tup, Tup.
Slither.
Rattle.
The waitress grabs the two beggars by the neck and drags them out of the tea house.
The Marquis of Caymus was looking at Viscount Uweboll with a dumbfounded expression.
“I-what is this about…”
Hijac.
“Your Excellency, Marquis.”
“Yes, yes. I’m listening.”
“They came.”
Viscount Uwe Boll held out his fist at him.
Then he flipped the back of his hand and spread his palm wide.
The expression of the Marquis of Caymus changes.
Because I found that there was a note there.
Sreuk, Pallang.
“Right…”
The Marquis of Caymus straightened his expression.
He too understood the situation.
“Let’s go out a little later so that no one thinks suspicious.”
“Yes, sir.”
Horok, Horok.
Whoops, whoops.
For a while, only the sound of savoring the cooled tea resounded in the secret room.
