Spring is coming to an end, and the weather is getting hotter, but what is even hotter is probably the heart of the people. The just-passed Spring Festival and the Zhufeng Festival that followed closely make everyone's heart full of enthusiasm.

This series of festivals was originally intended to reward the farmers who worked hard in the spring, but no one had ever asked about the intentions of the past, and these festivals had long become festivals for everyone.

Perhaps it was because the winter in Delizhi was too long, or perhaps it was because the citizens of the largest kingdom on the continent were too busy during the days when the winter just ended, so their enthusiasm for this series of festivals was far beyond Ruibo's imagination.

He grew up in Nangang since childhood, and has never seen such a lively festival scene. Every day in Nangang is so busy. For him, the festival was just a sumptuous meal that he could not enjoy on weekdays.

In Serthborg and Franck, for the nobles, there were almost every day of festivals. In fact, the nobles of the Kingdom of Franck did not care about most festivals. In their opinion, festivals were a time for the people to rest and had nothing to do with them.

But here, Ruibo saw another scene. Both the nobles and the civilians were celebrating the festival warmly. Looking at the nobles who were laughing with the civilians, Ruibo seemed to feel the key to the reason why this country can dominate the entire continent.

However, at this moment, many people still cannot enjoy the fun of the festival. In fact, Ruibo is one of them because he has another larger plan to implement.

The Grand Duke Shamu, who had already died in a crushing defeat, was not the primary target he and His Highness the prince's mind. Compared with other powerful enemies, this greedy and stingy guy is simply an inconspicuous little person.

But at this moment, Ribo knew that the person he was dealing with was a strong opponent he had never met before. Even the underworld king who had been hostile to Mr. Hyde for half his life seemed quite small in front of the opponent in front of him.

Ruibo had no idea whether he could defeat the person whom Mr. Hyde felt difficult to deal with. The only thing he could do was to try to discredit the noble reputation that the big man had. This might be something that every little man hiding in the dark corner could do.

However, after the strict teaching of Eckert, the most clever liar, Ribo knew very well how to use slander and fraud the most cleverly, and they would become the most powerful weapons in his hands.

Looking at the poets and musicians covered with streets and alleys and squares, watching them constantly show off their skills in various forms, the talkers everywhere, and the artists who tried their best to avoid encounters and contacts between strangers, Ribo felt that his plan was going smoothly.

Dressed like a Yilei merchant, Rebol shuttled through the prosperous and noisy streets of Monach. He seemed to be wandering around, but in fact he was paying attention to the words of everyone around him.

Under the eaves on the street and in the shadows of the corners, Ribo vaguely saw the figure of Kyle, the king of the killer. Obviously, in this downtown, Kyle had to get closer to him than usual so that he could provide him with rescue at any time, which made Ribo feel more at ease.

If Trost is a city belonging to aristocratic people, then Monach is obviously completely a commoner. The beauty here must be supported by people. Without those noisy and noisy people, this city will be no different from those ordinary small towns.

Ribo was quite surprised by the prince's move to give up Trost, but now it seems that it is indeed a wise move.

Although Trost is taken into his own sphere of influence, perhaps giving the prince some weight in this chaos, being trapped in that "exquisite" city that seems a bit pretentious will undoubtedly make him lose more, that is, the people who support the most powerful people.

Listening to the praise and praise of the Prince by the Monach people, Rebow knew deeply what this seemingly generous and fair act had exchanged for the Prince.

He exchanged a piece of lifeless land for the support and love of the people. Perhaps at this moment, the people have regarded him as the natural candidate for the king in their minds.

And this was not what Ruibo had expected. Looking at all this in front of him and listening to the sound of praise, Ruibo suddenly felt that he was still a little shallow. There were many things in this world that he still didn't understand, and the world where His Highness the prince was in was also not well known to him.

Although that world is the same as the world where Mr. Hyde is located, advocating power and power, there are other things in that world that can play an important role, bloodline and reputation, and the intricate close alliance built on family connections. All of this is not something he can fully understand, after all, he does not really live in that world.

Walking through the narrow alley, there is a long downhill staircase in front of it, and on both sides are simple shops, low eaves, wooden door panels, and dark and small spaces, which makes all this seem inconspicuous, but this is his destination.

In that row of low shops, you can often see a huge wooden barrel or tin wine glass embedded in the store door, which is the bar's signature.

This is the most densely populated place of Monach Bar and is also the favorite place for artists from afar to gather.

On almost every step there were one or two people holding drawing boards, each creating their works towards different goals.

Ruibo was not interested in telling who was more skillful among them, so he walked towards a bar.

Like any bar from Deli to Kingdom, it is crowded with people, tables placed outside the door against the steps, and noisy and loud voices can be heard everywhere.

Ruibo struggled to squeeze into the door, and it was already full of standing inside, especially in front of the counter, which could be called exhausted. Everyone who wanted to get close to the counter had to turn around and squeeze in. There were also many tin wine glasses coming and going from people's hands. The wine glasses were all filled with white foam, and the narrow bar was filled with a strong fragrance.

This is obviously the famous foam wine in the Delizhi Kingdom, a cheap ale that belongs to the common people.

When he was in Southport, Ribo once tasted a glass of wine like this. In his feeling, this wine was much more bland than the wine the Francis liked to drink and even had a little bitter taste.

Ribo had no intention of rushing to the counter. He stood in the corner of the bar and turned toward the outside as if he was staring at the people outside the window, while his ears were focused on everyone inside.

"I don't know how miserable the old guys will roll back to Hanbo in a few days. Perhaps they will cry to Bashimeng about the unequal treatment they have suffered." A man said in a loud voice in the noise. Obviously, this topic suddenly attracted everyone's attention.

"My dearest friend, don't underestimate those old guys. They have already had a great reputation before we were born. You have heard the walts that Moushiko had written back then. They can definitely be called masterpieces. But Bushwack's "Portrait of the Fellows" can be hung in the Palin Grand Art Museum for several centuries. Perhaps Pert is the only one among those old guys who are famous by speculation. His poems are composed of flattery and flattery. However, his poems describing the Battle of Run Buddha are still quite considerable except for those words that praise the generals. My dear friend, don't underestimate those old guys." A person next to him interrupted.

"Yes, I believe that everyone here will not refuse to admit the glory of those old guys back then. However, in the past few decades, they have done nothing but stayed by staying by Phashimeng and singing praises to him, and besides lying on the upper class to bow their heads and flatter them?"

"Their talent back then may have been lost in the prosperous and prosperous life. They may have been lost in the joy of obtaining gold and silver. They may no longer be willing to seek new things and inspiration. For them, the treasures of foreign countries may be more worthy of treasure." Another person stood up and said, obviously he was the supporter of the first spokesperson.

"Anyway, tomorrow is the moment of knowing each other. At Palin, we have won a great victory at the Spring Festival. Those old guys have made an ugly appearance. Their exhausted talents and old powerless scenes have already appeared in front of the world. Since they think that the failure was only because they were caught off guard, let them try the bitter fruit of failure again in Monach." The first person said with confidence.

"It's a pity that time Gord and Hanna did not participate, otherwise those old guys would be even more ashamed." Another person said.

"I heard that Gore had to be stopped by a lady and therefore had to miss the event. As for Hanna, it seems that he was in a debt crisis recently." said a person who was obviously an insider.

"A lady? Is it the legendary countess?" someone immediately cheered.

"Why didn't that countess let Gore come forward?" the first person asked in confusion.

"Isn't the reason obvious? Isn't it ugly for Bashimeng to go against those old guys? The countess naturally doesn't want his lover to get into this kind of trouble." The insider sighed and said.

"Oh-lucky Gord, he has a guardian goddess who belongs to him, oh-lucky Gord, his neck is covered with a delicate collar." Someone immediately mocked loudly.

"The exquisite collar is probably not placed on the neck, but on another place." Someone opened his head, and all kinds of mixed words immediately filled the entire bar, and everyone burst into laughter. Obviously, this has become the most interesting topic.

"I hope Gore can break free from the chain as soon as possible, and hope that his talent will not completely bind the collar." Another person sighed.

"By the way, what happened to Hanna? How could he be in a debt crisis?" someone suddenly interrupted.

"As far as I know, Hanna is obviously in a trap. He hastily guaranteed a transaction. Now it seems that both the seller and the buyer are not really planning to trade. Their purpose is obviously to take Hanna's guarantee." The insider said briefly.

"Can those old guys make the trick behind the scenes?" someone immediately interrupted.

"Although those old guys have lost their talent from that time, they have not fallen to such an unbearable level. What's more, Hanna has always been a cautious person. This time, the reason why he was deceived was probably because the two people who united to deceive him were all relatives he was familiar with." said the insider.

"Oh, poor Hanna, if such an encounter came to Gore, he could write a new ironic poem, but it would be extremely deadly for Hanna. I hope this despicable plot will not set off the passion he possesses." A listener sighed heavily.

"Maybe there is something we can do to help Hanna," said a kind-hearted person.

"If there was a tough backstage like Bashenmon, things might become easy. Even the countess could solve this problem. But no one among us has such a background, and all we can do is support Hanna." The first person said.

"Maybe we can call this opportunity to make this matter public. If anyone among the lords of the southern counties hear about this, perhaps they will be able to give Hanna some help," said another enthusiastic person.

"I'm afraid we can only do this, but I hope the God of Luck will come to poor Hanna." The insider sighed.

Listening with his ears on the side, Ribo kept all this in his heart. At this moment, he already knew how to do it. He was an absolute expert in all kinds of conspiracies.

Almost in an instant, he had already browsed all the skills Eckert taught him about setting up two-person scams and trading scams. Although he didn't know the specific details, he already knew the case.

That was not a difficult case, but one thing is certain that is that the prosecutor who handled this matter had obviously been bribed. Only in this way can the scam proceed so smoothly.

However, Ribo did not intend to act rashly. This matter was obviously not suitable for him. Even Grand Duke Foss and Prince Henride were not suitable for interfering in this matter. This would make them an obvious target. Before the dispute between the new and old predecessors among the artists ended, Prince Henride must show a fair and impartial attitude. Only by allowing the newcomers to rely on their talents to completely overthrow the old guys who originally suppressed them can the status of the old guys and then shake the noble prestige of Grand Duke Baschmond in the minds of the world.

Another thing that satisfies Ruibo was that he was glad that his guess was not wrong. Obviously, in the eyes of those suppressed artists, Grand Duke Bashen had already lost the glorious and dazzling halo of the past.

Now all he needs is to let the people of Deli and the Kingdom look at Grand Duke Baschmond from the standpoint of those artists. All he needs is the series of bills that had been prepared long ago.

These bills list all the income details of the old guys over the past twenty years. The increasingly rich wealth undoubtedly brought them the reputation of nouveau riche, which is enough to completely destroy them. Jealousy and greed will be the best fuel to turn everything into ashes.

Walking out of the small and crowded bar, Ribo could always hear talk about Mr. Hanna along the way.

Suddenly Rebow realized that Mr. Hanna was not just about poetry and music, and he was also quite mindful, knowing how to use his meager influence to get himself out of trouble.

Obviously, the spread of this news in the bar at this moment was the way he used to save himself from the predicament.

Ruibo began to think about what method should be used to rescue this person with great value from the conspiracy and trap.

Suddenly, a suitable candidate jumped out of his mind. Earl Cormilan, who could change his "skin color" at any time like a chameleon, was obviously a person who could use it.

Ruibo was very sure that he could control the count, not because of the background of his confidants and think tanks around His Highness the Prince, but also because of the identity of a magician he had.

Letting that count come forward will only make the world feel that the Kane family is presided over the matter behind the scenes, which will not arouse everyone's strangeness or doubts. In fact, the Kane family was originally the strongest opponent of Grand Duke Bashimeng, and it is also the only huge force that can threaten Grand Duke Bashimeng.

Ruibo was not even worried that the Kane family would know about this. I believe that the count himself would never report this matter to Grand Duke Kane. This would only make the huge family consider him a betrayer. It would not only make him lose his support, but also put him in an incomparable crisis. The punishment for the betrayer is always extremely resolute and cruel.

On the street, he stopped a carriage. A short and fat businessman was sitting on it. He was furious and cursing loudly at the foreign boy who displeased him, but Ruibo's simple words "Go to the Town Hall" made him completely speechless.

The town hall is not a place where you can enter casually. If the foreign boy in front of you is not having a brain problem, it means that he has a unique identity. The short and fat businessman even began to hesitate whether he should apologize immediately and bow.

However, hesitation and his pride as a wise man made him choose to wait and see. Because of this, when he saw the young man just waved at the window, the guards standing guard at the entrance of the city hall immediately lined up in a neat row, and even the military band hurried out of the city hall. The businessman obviously understood at this time what an amazing figure he was treating unreasonably.

Ruibo was not interested in the merchant's repeated apology. He was not a terrible person, so he was not interested in the strict rank that puzzled him.

Walking down from the carriage, Rebe immediately asked the respectful guard who opened the car door for him, "Where is Earl Kermilan? I have something to look for him."

The guard officer quickly raised his chest as if he was reporting to the chief: "Emperor of the Special Envoy, Earl of Milan should be in the town hall. I can be sure that he has never left. You may be able to find him in his office. If this is not the case, Earl of Milan must be in the small living room."

Ruibo nodded, and he naturally understood what the small living room meant. The Earl from the capital was quite famous for lingering in the small living room all day long.

He hesitated for a moment and glanced at the respectful guard officer beside him.

Since entering the Kingdom of Deli, Rebow has increasingly discovered that in this country that advocates power, a tough attitude may be more recognized than modesty and concessions.

Thinking of this, Ruibo nodded and said, "Please help me confirm where is Earl Kormilan?"

The guard immediately saluted respectfully, then turned around and ran away quickly. After a while, he saw him hurrying back. The warm smile in his expression obviously showed the location of the Earl from the capital.

"Earl Kemilan is resting in the small living room on the left side of the top floor." The guard officer briefly reported.

Ruibo naturally knew that this guard officer must have not dared to disturb the Count who was handsome and a little greedy.

When he arrived at the top floor, in the corridor, Rebe heard a very slight sound, which might be too low to others to hear, but for Rebe, his ears trained by Kelle, the Killer, himself, were clearly distinguishable, and it was the happy voice he was most familiar with.

The small living room mentioned by the guard officer was at the end of the top floor, and Ruibo walked straight toward it.

This small living room is built in exquisite and elegant, with the white painted porch inlaid with blue enamel patterns. This exquisite and unique combination reminds Ruibo of the exquisite porcelain from the East.

Ruibosun knocked on the exquisite and elegant door with his hand, and the roar of the Count came from the door. Ruibo even heard from the roar that the Count was at that most critical and important moment, and it was obvious that his disturbance was a bit out of place.

"Mr. Ke Milan, I'm sorry, maybe you're busy with something, I can wait and come back for a while." Ruibo said calmly, without any intention of being sorry.

"Who is outside?" Earl Kemilan obviously did not hear the identity of the person outside the door, and he still shouted in an angry voice.

"It's me, the envoy from the Kingdom of Francis. Maybe you still remember me." Ruibo said directly.
To be continued...