Chapter 92 Blackmail 1
Emerson Wilder was waiting for the arrival of the Earl of Kent in the dining room of the castle.
He was posted to Emden as a royal commissioner nearly six months ago. The Earl of Kent’s family is related to the Wilder family. The contact between the two families has never been interrupted. He is operating well in secret. It was only after Ichiban was assigned to Emden by his superiors.
This expatriate trip is like taking a vacation in the territory of relatives. Unlike other lords in the northwest, the Kent family is known for its wealth. Emerson will naturally not suffer much when he comes here. And with the relationship between the two families, he will not suffer the glare of his master like other royal commissioners.
There was an announcement at the door: "The Earl has arrived!"
Emerson stood up to welcome the Earl of Kent.
The owner of the castle slowly walked into the restaurant, followed by a young man whose facial features were somewhat similar to the earl.
That is the Earl's son, Emerson's cousin-Jais Kent.
He greeted the earl and his son: "Good day, Uncle Kent. Good day, cousin Jayce."
"Sit down, little Emerson."
The count cordially greeted Emerson to sit down. He was not as indifferent as when Viscount Angelo arrived before, and his pale face was still a little rosy.
After the father and son came to the dining table and sat down, the Earl ordered the servant next to him: "Serve the meal."
Jais greeted Emerson: "Long time no see. Why? So, are you used to living here?”
Emerson responded with a smile: “Uncle Kent treats me very well. When did you come back?”
Jia Ai. Si said: "I just got home last night. I was afraid of disturbing your rest, so I didn't notify you."
A few months ago, Jiaaisi led his troops to the south to attack King Qin. However, King Qin's army was temporarily disbanded due to the lack of food and grass in the royal capital.
The three discussed the recent situation. The Earl of Kent said: "This time the food and grass have been burned cleanly. After this disbandment, I don't know when His Majesty the King will summon the lords from all over the country again."
The three people here know that the Royal Government is short of food, so there is nothing taboo about it.
Jais shook his head: "Before I left, everyone was spreading rumors. Our Majesty really encountered an unprecedented crisis this time. It's not just a food problem, it seems that the rebels in the south are a bit It’s too powerful and difficult to deal with.”
There was no hint of worry for the king in his tone.
After hearing this, the Earl of Kent said slowly and meaningfully to Emerson: "Looking at the current situation, both the Wilder family and the Kent family have to make plans in advance!"
Of course Emerson knew that the Earl What is meant by "making plans in advance"? It's nothing more than not hanging on the royal family tree and leaving a way out for yourself.
Although he is a royal commissioner, he is still loyal to his family first. Before the situation is unclear, he will temporarily maintain the image of a loyal member of the royal family. Once the royal family is in decline, he will distance himself slightly. , when the defeat of the royal family was determined, they immediately turned to the other side.
In this day and age, doesn’t everyone do this?
He gave the Earl a self-explanatory look: "Thank you Uncle Kent for the reminder. I believe my father will be fully prepared."
The Earl of Kent laughed heartily. He also knew how to assess the situation and understand current affairs. This was the reason why their two families could have long-term contacts and even join forces.
While talking, the servant put breakfast on the table.
When the dinner plate in front of the count was opened, a smell of blood wafted out.
Emerson wrinkled his nose. Although he had dined with Uncle Kent several times, he was still not used to this smell.
On the Earl's dinner plate was an exquisite glass, which contained not wine or juice, but bright red blood, which made people's heads tingle just by looking at it.
His cousin Jais was indifferent, obviously used to his father's special drink. Emerson had visited Emden before, but this was not the custom of the Earl of Kent at that time.
When I came to Emden this time and had my first meal with the Earl, a large glass of blood was placed on the table. He was shocked.
The count explained to him that this was a health regimen taught to him by a traveling healer. Drinking a cup of sheep blood or pig blood with each meal, supplemented by secret medicine, could strengthen the body and prolong life.
Emerson knew from the correspondence between the two families that the Earl of Kent had been seriously ill. When he was dying, a doctor who passed by his territory saved his life. It must have been to teach him this kind of thing. People who are interested in health care.
Now it seems that this health-preserving technique is somewhat effective. His uncle Kent is in his 50s, but he is still very strong physically. The only strange thing is that his skin has become a little pale, which is probably due to plastic surgery. Probably because I stay in the castle and don't go out much.
The Earl also enthusiastically recommended his health regimen to Emerson, but when he thought of the pungent smell of blood, he refused. How could he have a good appetite after drinking that kind of thing while eating.
The count picked up the cup and took a sip, showing an expression of great enjoyment.
When he first drank it, he was very uncomfortable with it, but gradually he fell in love with the taste.
For this reason, he ordered the kitchen to kill an animal every two days. The blood obtained on that day was the most delicious, and a few cups were left in the ice cellar to be refrigerated for drinking the next day.
The count felt refreshed after taking a sip of the "drink" and began to enjoy the food on the table.
While eating, he said: "Let's not talk about the rebellion in the south. A lot of things have happened in our area recently!"
Jais, who had just returned, became interested. Quietly waiting for what his father will say next.
“Our neighbor to the north actually single-handedly wiped out the pirates who invaded the territory. I remember that the boy from the Graiman family must have just turned 15 now, and he actually had this ability.”
Jais sneered, they were just pirates. He said with a little disdain: "No matter how young the lord is, his vassals can still work."
The Earl of Kent continued:
“After fighting the pirates, our little earl seemed to have swelled up and actually took over the Bailding next door. Speaking of which, he and the lord of Bairding, Mellon Garner, Germany is a blood-sworn brother."
"There are two versions of what happened. One is that Graiman preached that the vassals of Canard were plotting to kill their lord. The blood-sworn brothers of Garnard cannot sit idly by. The notice is signed by Myron Garnard, but it may be forced."
"The other one was promoted by Garnard's vassals. , Grayman coveted Bailding's wealth, and detained Myron Gardner in the name of a banquet. They launched an army to seek justice. Of course, they failed as expected. How could several viscounts and barons compete with a count. , so these guys came to us..."
Jais continued his father's words: "You want us to send troops to help?"
"It's like this. Angelo, the steward of Bailding, comes to me every three days."
"Father, which party do you think is lying?"
The Earl of Kent shrugged: "It might be Graiman, it might be Angelo, or maybe both sides are lying. Who knows? Old Canard died in an unknown way, Angelo and others are inseparable, and Graiman took over It is an indisputable fact that Bairding is lying. So, my child, it doesn’t matter who is lying, what matters is..."
"Make the choice that is best for us!" Jais understood his father! What to say.
Seeing how mature his son was, Earl of Kent smiled and nodded, raised the cup and took a sip of the "drink".
"Angelo has already offered his price - half of the Bailding land. I don't know how high the price Graiman can offer. I am now considering who should be allowed to go to Alda."
As soon as the count finished speaking, Emerson, who had been listening to them silently just now, stood up.
"Uncle Kent, if you agree, I would like to take a trip to Alda."
(End of this chapter)