Duke of Grief

　　Maidservant wants to choose officials among civilians?

　　 When the news was like a catfish was thrown into the sardines, whether it was the original officials of Wind City, the aristocratic nobility or civilians all exploded.

　　 ‘Officials will only be selected from nobles and mages’. This is an unwritten rule. This is an unspoken rule. Whether it is the old duke or Krylov I, they are following this rule.

　　Civilians who want to become officials must first become nobles or mages, so that they can have the right to be elected officials.

　　 Other than that, there is no way for civilians to become an official.

　　That is to say, even a big businessman with a wealth of enemies, as long as there is no knighthood or a mage, he cannot become an official in the Kingdom of Corot.

　　 Although no big businessman would be so stupid!

　　This is the proof that the Kingdom of Corot adheres to'tradition'. Although there are not many examples of civilians who can become officials in other countries except the Kingdom of Corot, there is no such thing as the Kingdom of Corot.

　　 "That watch! Cough cough!" Viscount Hood, who is "very high", is furious at his home. "How dare she—how dare she!"

　　 The young servant stood at a loss and was overwhelmed. When he told the news to Viscount Hood, Viscount Hood became like this.

　　Although Viscount Hood is already a 100-year-old man, as a mage, he can live longer than the old prince, but it is still possible to support it for more than two decades.

　　 In this country of mages, he is a traditional nobility more traditional than the old duke-the former'Aufa noble'!

　　 But it is a pity that he only inherited the arrogance of the Austrian aristocracy, but did not inherit the power and wisdom of the Austrian aristocracy, that is to say, he was not traditional at all except arrogance.

　　 But the Huahua sedan lifted people. When he was old and confused, Viscount Hood really considered himself a ‘traditional Austrian aristocrat’, so he dare to mourn the maidservant of the mourning family at home now.

　　 The old butler standing beside commanded the young servant: "Go and prepare the carriage, the master is going out."

　　 The young servant was frightened by the anger of Viscount Hood, and after hearing the old housekeeper's instructions, he ran out of the room quickly and stumbled to prepare the carriage.

　　 Viscount Hood stared at the old housekeeper with his eyes.

"Ugh……"

　　 Viscount Hud sighed, and looked at his trembling hand on crutches. He realized that he was really old, and even the child he had adopted was already old.

　　 "Dear, help me out."

　　He kindly called for his adopted son, the old housekeeper nodded and said: "Yes."

　　 The old housekeeper helped his adoptive father to the carriage, watching Viscount Hood's appearance as he was going to climb the carriage even with shaking hands.

　　Climbing the carriage, Viscount Hood only found that his carefully maintained gray beard had been messed up, but he found that it became difficult to bend the palm of his hand.

　　My body is aging, and my soul is...

　　 If it was twenty years ago, he should still dare to face off against the maidservant of the mourning wind family, not even to scold in person, but now... he can’t do it, he dare not.

　　After realizing that he was old, he couldn't help but think of many things, many and many of which were about the family's future. The proposal to reopen the House also had his share.

　　 ‘It’s really old. ’

　　 Viscount Hood knocked on his thigh, and he didn't even feel it.

　　The carriage slowly drove out of the manor. On the way from the manor to Wind City, the carriage was very quiet. The old housekeeper was silent. Viscount Hood looked at the farmers, civilians and businessmen walking outside.

　　 With turbid eyes, looked at the smile on their faces, although it was very vague, but he felt that they were laughing.

　　 The carriage passed the cement road outside the city, the road was less bumpy, and the four-wheeled carriage was finally less swaying.

　　 Viscount Hood also breathed a sigh of relief and thumped his stiff back, and he once again felt the fact that he was indeed old.

　　The wooden door of the carriage couldn't stop the noisy sounds, which immediately poured into the ears of Viscount Hood.

　　 Viscount Hood lay on the glass window again, stretched his neck, and stared at the people outside the window, murmured: "It's so energetic..."

　　 This is a very dynamic city, as if they are incompatible with these old people and old things.

After he was old, Viscount Hood, who was willing to think about more things, fell into contemplation.

　　 The old housekeeper sat aside, closed his eyes and said nothing, like a lifelike statue.

　　 "Dear, do you think I should give young people a chance?"

　　Only when his foster father asked him questions, the old housekeeper opened his eyes as murky as Viscount Hood.

When 　　 asked this, Viscount Hood was giving the pocket watch his wife gave him.

Like the Viscount Hood, the old housekeeper put his eyes on the "walkway" outside the window, separated by curb stones, and people came and went, but most of them were full of spirits. 'Hope' stuff.

　　 In the past, this kind of thing was very'luxury'. Maybe many people had it in their childhood, but they will lose it when they reach adulthood, and they will never find it again... precious things!

　　 The old housekeeper knew that his adoptive father would ask him this way, not because he wanted to get an answer, but just for determination and courage.

　　 "Your will." The old housekeeper lowered his eyebrows and said something that was not in harmony.

　　 Viscount Hood sighed and put away his pocket watch. "Dear, you are still like this, nothing has changed."

　　Despite this, Viscount Hood has made up his mind to know him as well as his adopted son. He is also very familiar with his adopted son.

　　 ‘In any case, I will support your decision. "This little guy has been like this since before.

　　 "Here, get off."

　　The old housekeeper opened the carriage door, and Viscount Hood suddenly entered a more noisy environment.

With inexplicable perseverance in his heart, Viscount Hood walked slowly down from the carriage. In front of the newly constructed city hall, he saw many leaders and many old friends.

　　 Many old friends are so old, they still learn not to converge their tempers, look angry, they can see at a glance that they came to Xingshi for guilt.

　　 Viscount Hood walked to the gate of the city hall with the old housekeeper, and stood with his old friends.

　　 Baron Chandell stood beside Viscount Hood and asked, "Old friend, what are you doing here?"

　　 Viscount Hood, holding his cane and closing his eyes, replied: "I'm here to ask what the maidservant grew up thinking."

　　 "Oh..." Baron Chandel thoughtfully.

　　 From the moment the gate of the city hall was pushed open, everyone gradually quieted down, forming a circle, and quietly looked at the maid grows up.

Although people blocked the road outside the city hall door, more and more people approached, even standing on the stone, standing on the stool, trying to see the figure of the maidservant .

　　 Serena looked around and found that many people were there.

The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, grabbing the head first: "If you want to ask the announcement posted on the bulletin board this morning, then what I want to say is-if I say it, I will not take it back! Never! "

　　 was quiet again for a second or two, the crowd gradually boiled.

　　 "Long live the maid! Long live the sad wind!"

　　 "What do you mean? Disregard our rules?"

　　 "Watch! You watch! Get out of our sad wind collar!"

　　 "What are you guys talking about?!"

　　 "Thank you Maid Maid for giving us the grace!"

　　 The scene was messed up by the maid's words. Edith's face was flushed with rage, clenching her fist, and just wanted to hit the old guy's face with a punch. UU reading books www.uukanshu.com

　　 "What a farce..."

　　 Viscount Hud chuckled, and the old friend next to him suddenly shifted his finger. He asked, "Viscount Hod, what did you just say?"

"I just suddenly understood one thing." Viscount Hood shook his head, his eyes full of sadness. "Our so-called'tradition' is just a tool to maintain our face, because we seem to have nothing but'tradition'. There is nothing outside."

　　His old friend was choked with his words, and a baron pointed his trembling finger to Viscount Hood, "Hood, you, you--"

Viscount Hood touched the mysterious robe on his body and sighed: "You all said that I am a traditional Austrian nobleman, but my children reminded me before that, in addition to pride, the Austrian nobleman also has the truth With awe of the unknown, I have no power, but there should be corresponding wisdom and reason...I suddenly like this city, because this city has enough vitality, unlike you and me."

After all, he ignored the anger of the old friends and turned to his adopted son, showing the arrogance that the Austrian nobility should have: "Dear, let’s go, we can’t talk to them because they It’s always unclear, not without that vision, just because of your stubbornness."

　　Mages and nobles were all sullen and angry, while knights and civilians were smiling, even if they knew they could not be an official, but looking at the faces of those nobles, they felt as sweet as honey.

　　 Did they defeat the nobility? not at all!

　　 It's just that they like to see the nobles eating deflated.

　　 Their face, 啧啧, but really beautiful!