Be the Mayor From Today

The white paper, everyone in the capital knew it, and I heard that it was an item from the west, and people could write on it.

There were already merchants in the capital who brought a lot of blank paper from the west, but Darlene didn't come back, so some small profits were given to these merchants.

"What is written on it?"

"Would you like to take it to the mail courier? Please take a look at the gentleman there?"

"The letter courier hasn't opened yet. Go to some store managers to have a look. They are also literate."

"…"

Many civilians are very curious. Some people have collected a lot of paper. For civilians, even if there are words on one side, it is very valuable. After all, the other side is still blank.

"That hateful person, has no money to spend in the morning? There is actually paper everywhere."

There were also servants of the nobles yelling, and the street outside the gate of the mansion had to be cleaned up by them.

"Huh? There are words on it, what is written?"

"Show it to the housekeeper, maybe there is some important news."

"Oh my God! This can't be true, right? The eldest prince is really unfilial."

"Do you want to die? Be quiet and stop yelling here."

"…"

There were also people who recognized the words written on it, and their faces turned pale with fright, and they all shut up and hurried away.

There are smart people who immediately see the inexplicable calculation from this incident, and whether they are true or false, they are obediently lurking.

In the Duke's Palace, the Grand Duke of Kellak is having breakfast, and his son Tove is also having breakfast at the same table.

"Is there any movement in the past two days?" Karak put down the knife in his hand. The fish was too fishy and not to his taste. He missed the canned fish he had eaten in winter.

"No, Catherine doesn't eat much these days." Tove picked up the sackcloth and wiped his greasy hands. He knew what his father was asking, and he was worried that someone would approach Catherine.

"I heard that Princess Lucy was brought back to the palace?" Karak frowned.

"Yes, the eldest prince sent an invitation last night to invite my father to the banquet tonight." Tovehui reported.

"Oh? It seems that the eldest prince is also in a hurry." Karak raised his eyebrows. The invitation came too late last night, and he had already slept.

"The Minister of the Interior will also participate. What the eldest prince means is that he wants to marry Princess Lucy." Tove gritted his teeth, his eyes were full of resentment, and he also wanted to marry Princess Lucy.

"It's a good plan." After thinking for a while, Karak knew what the eldest prince was paying attention to, and said lightly, "Okay, it's impossible for us to occupy everything, otherwise we will be isolated."

The Grand Duke is not only their family, but there are two other families. If any benefits are given to this family, the other two should join forces to deal with them.

"Understood." Tove lowered his head, even if he was unwilling, there was nothing he could do.

"Wait and tell Catherine, let her dress up more beautifully, and get in touch with the prince tonight." Karak said lightly, "By the way, buy the latest lute."

"Yes." Tove respectfully said.

"Tap tap..."

At this time, there were rapid footsteps outside the restaurant, and the butler ran in with the paper and shouted, "Sir, something big has happened."

"What's the matter?" Karak took the paper and looked, his face changed more and more.

"Father, what happened?" Tove asked curiously.

"It's kind of interesting." Karak squinted his eyes, handed the paper over, and said, "If you push away the big prince's banquet, just say I'm sick. You can go on my behalf tonight, and Catherine doesn't have to go."

"Ah?" Tove froze for a while, why did he change it all at once?

"This is an opportunity," Karak muttered, his cloudy eyes twinkling with ambition.

Catherine may not have to marry the eldest prince, but join forces with the other two, that position may be a try...

Chapter 0664 dark tide surging.

"Boom bang bang..."

"Bang bang bang..."

"Who? Who is it?"

A howl like a lone wolf came from the main hall of the palace, and there was the sound of things being thrown.

This caused the knights outside the door to look at each other in dismay.

"Is His Highness inside?" Deacon No. 3 asked outside the main hall.

"Your Highness has instructed not to let anyone in." The knight outside the door raised his hand to block the door.

"Let him in." Lucia whispered.

"Please." The knight stepped aside.

"Gag!"

Deacon No. 3 stepped in and saw a messy hall. Lucia sat on the ground with her hair disheveled, her bloodshot eyes staring at him coldly.

This made Deacon No. 3's heart tighten, but his face was calm, and he said slowly, "Your Highness, why bother?"

"Haha..." Lucia sneered a few times and said gloomily, "You can't say anything that pleases me, so go down and accompany my father today."

The reputation of his business, just half a day, with a note all gone, how to make him angry? In the future, the reputation of murdering his father will accompany him until his death, even thousands of years after his death.

"His Royal Highness, the reputation of killing a father is nothing to the royal family. There have been many kings who have killed their fathers in history. Isn't your grandfather also called a benevolent king?" Deacon No. road.

"..." Lucia's face changed a few times, squinting and said, "Not enough."

He was worried about how to find an excuse to test Deacon No. 3. Right now, he just used rage as an excuse. Father-killing would be exposed. He had already prepared for it, but it was exposed before he ascended the throne, which made him very dissatisfied.

"His Royal Highness, this matter can test the loyalty of some people." Deacon No. 3 narrowed his pupils and looked at Lucia deeply, and he also tasted something meaningful.

"Tell me." Lucia took the one-handed sword set on the table, which was cut into it just now.

"I got the latest news below. The Grand Duke of Karak will not come to the banquet tonight, but will only send his eldest son over." Deacon No. 3 said lightly, he believed that this piece of information was enough.

"What did you say?" Lucia's golden eyes tightened, and he walked towards the third deacon with his sword in hand.

"This is the information I just received." Deacon No. 3's expression changed a few times, and he moved back.

"Damn it, **** it, how dare he..." Lucia's face was gloomy as water, the veins on the back of the hand holding the sword burst out, and her eyes were full of violence.