"Who exposed it...... Who exposed it......"

The emaciated Viscount Sander paced around his study, muttering the phrase in his mouth.

Cold sweat broke out on his body, but he didn't have the heart and energy to wipe it.

His possession of elven slaves was suddenly revealed, but he didn't find out which bastard had exposed it.

After knowing that the bastard possessed this level of ability, he immediately gave up on settling accounts, and if he wanted to deal with someone with such ability, he would have to pay a great price, but he was not willing to pay this price.

Now he is still thinking about whether to kill those two elves and then refuse to admit it, or to obediently hand over those two elves......

Either way, he didn't get a good outcome, except that one was a bad outcome, and the other was not so bad.

He had never thought about keeping those two elves hidden, because he didn't know if a knight from the Duchy of Sorrow would come to his door in the future.

In the first two years, he had been frightened enough, and finally eased up, he didn't want to continue to be scared!

Now that it has been revealed that he is not the only nobleman who owns elven slaves, it is conceivable that this must be a collective action, and it is aimed at these nobles who are not very powerful, or maybe it is their enemies who are calculating them.

But what he wants to know now is not this, what he is thinking about is the perfect solution to this matter!

He had shut himself up in his study, and now he believed in no one, not even his own wife and children, let alone the staff and brothers who could be bought with money and opportunity, who coveted his wealth and position, and he would never give them a chance!

Viscount Shante's nerves were tense, the reason why this incident happened now was that there should be ghosts in the family.

If there were no ghosts in the family, how could such a secret matter be leaked out?

Even though in the past, owning elven slaves could be said to be a tacit thing for nobles to know, and even something that could be used to show off to others, but no one was really so stupid to really show off to others.

Viscount Shante was naturally the same, but he didn't know if his father or grandparents had ever flaunted it to others.

For the aristocracy, as long as there is a little bit of a handle left to deal with, it may not be dealt with immediately, but one day it will be liquidated.

Either there is an internal ghost, or his father or grandparents have told others about this matter, no matter which possibility it is, it is impossible for Viscount Shante to relax his vigilance.

This kind of 'scandal' was exposed at this critical juncture, and it can be said that their family must hemorrhage this time to ensure the continuation of the family.

The pressure exerted by the elves on the empire is not terrible, nor is the pressure exerted by the merchants on the nobles, and the most terrible thing is those who are calculating them behind their backs, and those people are most likely to be 'nobles' like them!

Someone wants to rob him of his property, and if there are still ghosts in his family, then maybe someone wants to take his place - the 'triviality' of owning an elven slave will not make him lose his place at all, only death!

Nothing is certain now, the only thing that can be determined is that they have been trapped.

Then someone will come forward to denounce them, and then those who want to calculate them will surely lurk among the condemners.

What should he do now?

............

"Guys, it's a shame!"

At a dinner party, Viscount Gleason waved his right hand with grief on his face.

"We've just been allies with the elves when this kind of scandal comes out, so how can we hold our heads up in front of our elven friends?"

His face was sad, and he did not seem to be a hypocrite.

The same is true for other people, who, no matter what they think in their hearts, have to show a sad appearance on the surface.

"They are willing to put aside their past grievances and build a peaceful and beautiful future with us, but there are people who have ruined this beautiful situation at such a time - this is a shame for the nobles of the empire!"

Viscount Gleason's words were so beautiful that many people were indignant, and some were so excited that they needed to raise their hands to wipe the tears from the corners of their eyes.

"Our elven friends have said that as long as we put back the elven slaves we once had, they are willing to give up their hatred, but there are always people who are eroded by desire, and on the one hand want to get benefits from our elven friends, and at the same time hide the elven slaves deeply, how can there be such a cheap thing in the world?

With a flick of his angry fist in front of him, Viscount Gleason shouted at all the nobles present, "Those people have to pay, they have to pay the price to make up for the mental loss of our lovely elven friends! they must make up for the loss of the elven slaves they have hidden!

As the words fell, cheers rang out:

"What Viscount Gleason said is that they have to pay!"

"They must make up for the loss of their elven friends, otherwise where will the integrity of our empire be placed?"

"Punish those who are untrustworthy, their actions affect the credibility of all the nobles of the Empire!"

It's like a jungle at night, and the howls come and go.

The light was like moonlight, shining on those wildly waving arms, and the shadows of branches dancing with the wind were reflected on the ground.

The excited beasts signaled the hunt, and Charlemagne, who was far away in the Mage's Tower, watched the beginning of the show in silence.

The icy gaze passed over the people who were reveling in the mirror, but his children and grandchildren were the ones who laughed the most.

This is one of the reasons why he and Elba have been so enthusiastic about the project since it began, even to the point that they must push it forward.

"It sucks!"

............

“...... Get out! You let them all go!"

After being thrown with a paperweight by his master and bleeding from his forehead, the trembling attendant did not dare to say anything more, and ran out amid the roar of his master.

Viscount Rashford's eyes were red with rage, and he stared straight at the empty door, then glanced down at his desk.

"Ah!!h

Angrily swept the table into the air, roars pouring out of the room and echoing through the hallways.

No one dared to approach the study, even the guards stayed away.

After venting, the room soon became quiet again, and Viscount Rashford slumped back in his chair.

The cacophony of voices was constantly "buzzing" in your ears, and if you listened closely, you could even hear what the people outside the castle were shouting:

“...... Unleash our elven friends!"

"Washing the ...... of shame"

“...... Compensation for losses ......"

The irritating voices kept coming from outside the castle, not even enough to silence Viscount Rashford for half a minute.

"Ah!!h

The nobleman slammed his fists on the table, his face unusually hideous.

"Someone - go and get rid of the untouchables!!"

But Viscount Rashford knew it didn't work.

How dare a group of untouchables gather in front of a nobleman's castle to make trouble? There must be someone behind it!

Someone is trying to deal with him! Someone is trying to deal with them!

“...... Damn it!" Viscount Rashford let out a low beast-like roar.

Even if he could get rid of these untouchables once or twice, even if he killed them all, there would still be people in front of his castle to make trouble.

There will definitely be!

"Master, it's not good!"

At this moment, an attendant ran over in a panic and began to scream in panic before he could enter the door.

Viscount Rashford looked up suddenly, and a pair of eyes like man-eating beasts met the squire's gaze, causing his voice to stop abruptly.

“...... What's the matter?" The disheveled, tired aristocrat squeezed this sentence out from between his teeth.

"Yes, it's an elf!"

After being stunned for a while, the attendant remembered why he had come, and hurriedly shouted, "The elf is here!!