No one would have thought that the dispute between artists who were originally just chatting on the dining table would evolve into a fierce storm that swept the earth.

No one expected that those old men who were once glorious and regarded by the world as a treasure house of knowledge and talent would become garbage that everyone despises.

Moushiko, a prominent figure who was once regarded as the most important national treasure of Deli and regarded as the world's greatest musician, has now become synonymous with clowns, idiots and idiots.

Almost everyone is mocking his stupidity, his works, his life, and even his death, all of them are the objects of ridicule.

But what was even more unexpected was that this ridicule quickly turned into curses and spits, and all this was just because of a piece of paper.

What is most talked about on the earth at this moment is not the death of their supreme king. After his body was frozen, it seemed to have been frozen in the depths of people's memory.

The unrest was not possible. After that crazy buying, the food stored in the cellar obviously calmed down some panic and worries.

That piece of paper became the subject of discussion, because it listed the amazing wealth of the old artists.

The most cursed one was the newly-dead Mr. Moushiko. Not only the common people were cursing and despising him. His amazing amount of wealth even made many nobles jealous, and the curses from their mouths were undoubtedly the loudest.

These curses completely drowned out the angry elderly artists' calls for justice. In fact, before the piece of paper suddenly appeared in front of everyone, the old men jointly filed a lawsuit against the Lords of Monach, Grand Duke Foss and Grand Duke Baschmond.

They always claimed that they only demanded justice, not mourning and mercy, but when the piece of paper suddenly spread to every corner of the world, and when the shouts of curses spread throughout this huge kingdom, the old men who demanded justice and justice fled without a trace.

Even their homes were closed, and the children and grandchildren of these old men did not even dare to go to school because they would be caught asking about their family affairs.

A quiet and elegant city is built by the bustling and lively Manmu River.

This is a city of spectacular size, with a population and prosperity that is even greater than Monach, but everyone who comes here will undoubtedly be its tranquility and leisure.

There is no prosperity or praise from other cities here. It is like a small town like a paradise and quietly guarding beside the Manmu River. Towering green trees can be seen in almost every corner of the city. The residents living here obviously truly understand what poetry and painting are, and what idyllic life artistic conception is.

On the street, under big trees and beside the river beach, you can see pedestrians leisurely walking everywhere, but the carriages seem quite rare. Because of this, when a carriage speeds by quickly, it always attracts strange gazes from passers-by.

The carriage, which was rushing in the city center square, was finally parked in a corner of the city center square. All the old men came out of the carriage. They were once famous and were once the most popular guests here. They could enter the magnificent mansion without even saying hello, but at this moment they were wearing thick travel robes, as if they were afraid that others would see their faces.

Without the kind hospitality of the past, and without the music that welcomed them in the past, the old men who had lost everything but wealth and the reputation of wealth accompanied them clearly felt the arrogance and indifference of the servants, which had never been seen before.

However, these old men could guess more or less why this was for. The small piece of paper that was extremely deadly to them was obviously also scratched here.

These servants must have also seen the numbers listed on the piece of paper. The tranquility and elegance do not mean that they are indifferent to money and wealth and have no concern.

The bad start seemed to herald a bad ending. The cold reception of the attendant obviously came from the master's indifference. A few hours later, the old men walked out of the mansion with a dejected look on their faces as if the end of the world had come.

Deep in this mansion, a simple and quiet three-story building is built in the center of a green lawn.

The attendants were tidying up the room in the reception room on the ground floor. The unpopular old guys just now even made the attendants and servants disgusted, which was impossible in the past. They really couldn't understand why the master still treated them so politely.

At this moment, in the study room on the third floor, the noble and prominent master was sitting in front of the desk with a frown.

Although he was old, this master was undoubtedly a handsome man who was popular among ladies when he was young. His noble and humble temperament was rare in the Kingdom of Deli. After all, this is a kingdom with many warriors and majestic soldiers with great martial arts. The number of muscles is much greater than that of the brain.

The owner of the mansion was undoubtedly a wise scholar. He had a tall forehead, which obviously contained a lot of things. Although his hair was brown and inconspicuous, it did not become white and fall off as time passed, which made him look much younger.

His body was thin, which was also not very common in the big-mouthed Delizhi Kingdom where he could see it everywhere. At this moment, he was casually wearing a nightgown, as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep.

Two young men stood opposite the old man with a scholarly temperament. One of them was actually not very young. He was about thirty years old and had the same outline as the old man. The other one looked a little shy. His status was obviously much lower than that of the person standing next to him, with a folder in his arms.

"My father, why do you still treat those people so politely at this time?" asked the older young man.

"You ordered Gade to stop them? You also ordered the servants to treat them slowly?" the old man said calmly.

"Do you think I did something wrong?" said the older young man hesitantly.

"No, no, no, I didn't say that, at least there is no right or wrong in this matter." The old man shook his head and said, "My dear child, do you know what I really worry about?"

"Those troubles?" the young man replied.

"Their trouble? No." The old man shook his head and said, "Maybe the trouble is not just these, maybe this is not just their trouble, maybe they are just a springboard and a weapon."

Speaking of this, the old man glanced at his son's confused gaze, shook his head as if he was obviously disappointed, and said, "No, I feel that this matter is unusual. I think there are still some things that have not happened, at least this matter will have further changes."

Speaking of this, the old man gently pushed the table and turned the swivel chair halfway through the window. He looked at the pleasant green outside the window, and after a while he said, "Jane, tell me when did the property list begin to spread?"

The shy young man replied without thinking: "A week ago, sir."

"So how many days will it take for Zhufeng Festival to leave now? Andrew, please answer this question." The old man said.

"Nine Heavens. Father." The slightly older young man replied respectfully.

"Can you collect this data in two days? I even saw the property of Miao Shike hidden in my cousin's name on this list." The old man said.

"You mean, all this is prepared in advance?"

"Yes, but the real key is, is it necessary to spend so much energy to deal with these old men who are about to die?" the old man said calmly.

"You mean, it's very likely that all of this will be targeted at you in the end?" asked the son, apparently at this moment he finally understood the severity of the situation.

"It was me who let Moushiko enter the court, and I read Pat's poems in front of everyone, so that everyone could remember his name. It was me who collected the most works of Bushvak in the Delis Kingdom. It was me who gave them a prominent reputation. A large part of the amount listed on that list came directly from my funding." The old man turned around and said, his expression seemed extremely serious.

"Obviously this is a conspiracy against you," the son said anxiously: "So how should we fight back?"

"Counterattack?" The old man suddenly frowned, and he sighed and shook his head and said, "Obviously, this time I met a strong opponent, a terrible guy I have never met before."

He gently pulled open the desk drawer and took out a rough piece of paper printed with cheap ink from it.

"What this contains is a series of numbers. These numbers cannot represent anything. It is not a letter of accusation, nor does it have any intense words, nor does it have the smell of incitement." Suddenly the old man emphasized his tone: "The real terrible reason for these simple and indifferent numbers is that it firmly grasps a strong and difficult-to-eliminate emotion in the hearts, that is, jealousy."

"My dear child, a guy who is good at thinking about human nature is undoubtedly the most dangerous conspirator. No matter how much you are careful about such an opponent, you will never mind too much." The old man said with a serious expression.

"Do you know who would be the terrible mafia who was going to deal with you behind the scenes?" the slightly older young man asked quickly. He was creepy by what his father said, in fact he had never seen his father look so harsh before.

"I have many enemies." The old man said coldly.

"Did you have never doubted a particular person at all?" asked the son.

The old man frowned and after a while he slowly raised his head and said, "I already have a person of doubt in my heart, but before I tell the answer, I want to hear Breen's opinion first. Perhaps as a bystander, he can see more clearly than I do."

"Do you want me to invite Breon here?" the son asked quickly.

The old man nodded slightly

When the young man returned to the study, there was a sloppy and ungrateful old man standing next to him. This old man was obviously far older than the old man, but he had an extremely young smile.

"Bashimeng, my old friend, I knew you would definitely come to me. It seems that you are in trouble." The old man said excitedly immediately.

"Oh-I'm sorry for having to disturb you. How is your research progressing?" Grand Duke Bashen stood up and smiled to welcome the arrival of his old friend.

"I have successfully replaced the human liver with sheep's liver. Now that liver is working smoothly on a six-year-old boy. You must know that the liver is the most complex and mysterious organ in the human body besides the brain. The research I have spent all my life doing seems to be able to be completed before I can complete my life." The old man said in a cheerful tone.

"Okay, let's talk about your troubles. I believe that you would invite your son to my cold and wet 'cemetery'. It's not for my research. I heard some rumors. From the time I heard the first sentence, I thought you were in trouble." The old man said, "The old man cracked his mouth and exposed his jagged yellow teeth.

"A troublesome enemy." Grand Duke Bashimeng nodded and said.

"I even smelled his stench, like a skunk was entering the room, and the smell was everywhere." The old man said with his fingers.

"Can you tell me some tips, who would that person be in your opinion?" asked Grand Duke Bashenmon.

"Oh-I don't know the answer to the riddle. Although I have guessed that you are in trouble, collecting information is not something I like to do." The old man narrowed his eyes and glanced at Grand Duke Bashimeng, and said with a smile: "I believe there must be a person of doubt in your mind, but you still want to obtain further verification from me."

"Yes." Grand Duke Bashimeng nodded directly and said.

"That's right, it's not difficult to guess." The old man said with a loud slap: "That guy has too much and strong smell, and you and I have never smelled the same smell in the past."

"A guy like this is absolutely impossible to hide for many years without being known at all. Artists must have had many less famous works before they have a commendable masterpiece. Warriors with superb martial arts must have had many scars on their bodies before they won. Even people like me have created countless terrifying monsters before I really started my own research. It would be strange if a conspirator who is so skilled that he has not followed him in a series of unjust souls. Once there was a second time, following the smell, even if they could not find the source of the smell, they would definitely find where it had been."

The old man glanced at Bashimeng, whose expression was becoming more and more serious, and said, "I guess you have found another person with a foul smell."

Looking at the old man's flashing and wandering eyes, Grand Duke Ba Shimeng said calmly: "You have also discovered something."

The old man lit his pointed little head and said, "It is indeed a lot of discoveries to stay in the bar for an hour every day. It is so far away from the truth after hearing that it is always far away, but it cannot be said that they have no value."

"Things that emit heavy stench always like to stay in places like garbage dumps and dirty ditches, which also emit stench. In recent times, the most stinky ones in the past have to be considered the more pitiful Grand Duke Sham. Oh, the poor guy actually bit off his tongue and cut his throat is much more comfortable than this."

Hearing this, Grand Duke Bashimeng finally smiled on his face, because he knew very well that his guess was wrong and did not go into the wrong direction.

"There is nothing more stinking than embezzlement of military pay, inferior swords, exploitation and fraud, but what makes me wonder is that one of the things that makes me feel the most stinking is held high in my hand, as if it was the frankincense in front of the statue."

"The guy who embezzled his cousin's territory and wealth, and the guy who took over his position and power, even if he applied too much spice, could not hide the stench on him, and his success obviously proved that he was very smart."

"His youth shows just why he is unknown. He has just returned from Francs, and there is a large group of odors entrenched there. It is enough to bring them back to death."

"Is it Prince Henride and the special envoy of the Kingdom of Francis?" Suddenly, the faces of the two young men who were standing quietly on both sides suddenly changed, and the older young man even shouted.

"If even the two of them could think that someone was exactly in line with my description, then it was undoubtedly that guy who created all the odor." said the old man.

"That's right. Moushiko died in Monach, and Prince Henride was staying there." The son of the eldest prince said with a serious expression.

"But how could that Francis envoy be related to this matter? If I remember correctly, he was not even an adult." The young man asked in confusion.

The little old man was slightly stunned, obviously he was also surprised.

"It is hard to say anything. Age may not be the measure of wisdom. I remember that my ally far away from Francis once gave me some advice. If I remember correctly, he was full of praise for the young man." Grand Duke Bashen said with a frown, searching deep in his memory for the letter his ally gave him.

"Oh - my old friend, I must remind you that if that guy gives you a letter and praises someone, but you can't remember exactly what he praises, then there must be something strange in that so-called advice, and you have obviously fallen into the trap." The old man said with his eyes narrowed.

The old man's words shocked Grand Duke Bashimeng. He quickly left the seat and walked quickly to the front of the bookshelf next to him. The huge rosewood bookshelf occupied a series of walls, filled with various books. There was a row of glass blocking the bookshelf near the left side. The one who was qualified to be placed here is naturally the treasure of this famous grand duke for many years.

Grand Duke Bashimeng walked straight there, and he opened the glass cabinet door and carefully took out a dry clay plate from it.

There were countless words clearly marking the clay plate. When I looked at the words on the clay plate, Grand Duke Ba Shimeng suddenly frowned.

"It seems, I guessed that the cunning guy played tricks on you." The old man said happily.

"My allies have tried their best to praise the young envoy for his talent, calling him the most visionary lord of Francis, whose territory is Serth Fort and the fertile land of the south. He inherited his excellent mind and keen eyes from the father of the merchant, but there is no mention of anything else." Grand Duke Baschmond said calmly.

"Put a bright and conspicuous paint on what you want to hide, and place it where everyone can see it. Your cunning ally is obviously equally proficient in how to use human weaknesses, and you unknowingly get into his trap without any alertness. He leads you astray with a boast, not only closes your eyes, but even makes you blind to the brilliance of those guys, because you have subconsciously admitted their excellence, but always think that they are not enough to pose a threat to you." The old man stared at Grand Duke Baschmond, and his expression seemed serious at this moment: "I believe there are also many descriptions of Henride on that piece of mud."

"Yes, my ally thinks he has the courage, courage, perseverance, and tenacity to become an excellent king. All of this can be proved by examples." Grand Duke Bashimeng said with a cold and handsome expression.

"Ha---he didn't mention cunning and scheming. If a king had only virtue, his throne would never last long. Your allies should know this best." The old man said, and he laughed loudly.

"Yes, I believe I completely got into a trap." Grand Duke Bashimeng said slowly nodded.

"Luckily it's not too late yet." The old man said with a finger raised.
To be continued...