The messenger said: "Your Excellency, we should go to France immediately and return to Spain. It has been surrounded by anger and is full of rebels. They have lost their minds."

Andres said: "Where are the other guests?"

"We should go south and enter France through Lorraine, because the northern provinces of France also tend to be in chaos, and many people claim to kill the king and hang the merchants."

Andres looked painful: "This group of savages!"

In fact, no one was more painful than Sir Andres. On the one hand, the rioters were looking for him everywhere, irreconcilable with him, and shouting to hang him everywhere. But... even if he returned to Spain, so what if he was, he would become a scapegoat and be hated by the royal family.

People will only blame him for all mistakes.

But in fact, from the moment he was ordered to come to the Northern Province, he had no choice.

"Where is fate..." He sighed.

Then he took care of the white hood on his head and stood straight in a well-dressed manner: "This is just the beginning, not the end."

He said to his entourage: "Soon, there will be a mess here, and war is everywhere. The crown will fall to the ground. Countless castles will lose their masters. All their property will be sold at a low price. Whoever owns gold and silver coins will become the masters here. I firmly believe that those damn people will not escape far. It will not take long for them to come back. Perhaps next time, they will claim to be French or British or Venetian. No matter who they are, this person will easily pick up the crown that fell to the ground...but..."

Sir Andres closed his eyes in pain: "No one will remember that this group of people were once a foolish liar, a robber who stole the stunning wealth. People will only remember that he climbed onto the land with his huge wealth and became the benefactor of many people."

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Chapter completed!