Darkstone Code

Chapter 1259 - 1257: You Shouldn’t Insult Others

If the new generation of nobles and the nobles of the Secretariat do not need to go through a "war" in the future, then even Lynch’s eloquence might not be enough to convince these people to stand firmly with him!

In this world, aside from blood relations, which are the most reliable...even they might not always be, aside from these, friendships might not be as solid as people imagine.

A farmer sends his child to work in the fields for a day, a month, a year, ten years, perhaps the child will not resist, but in the eleventh year, he will certainly have some other thoughts.

Why shouldn’t I resist a bit?

Perhaps I should chase the life I truly want!

Even between father and son, one might not be able to ensure one hundred percent trust and cooperation, let alone a group of enemies who aren’t even considered friends.

But interests can.

In factories and offices, countless people work hard for the monthly salary paid on time.

They will beg those capitalists not to fire them, even to the point of offering free overtime in return!

If there is anything eternal in this world, it is definitely not diamonds, but interests!

Once the new Gafura Prime Minister’s Cabinet intends to meddle with the power in the Amelia Region, would they allow the new generation of nobles who currently hold the lifeline of the society there to remain inactive?

Impossible!

This is conflict, a conflict of interests.

Even if the Prime Minister agrees, the Noble Group will not agree.

The Main Island has been exploited by them for a thousand years, there is no profit left to continue extracting, and everyone’s days are difficult.

The Amelia Region, which has not been violently extracted, still flows with pure sweet milk. Given the nobles’ greed, they will not allow those ephemeral nobles to steal their wealth!

Yes, even if those things do not belong to them now, they are their wealth!

With a few words, Lynch hit straight at the core conflict, leaving the Prime Minister speechless.

He cannot give any promise to anyone in this matter, his relationship with the Secretariat is not one of subordination, but cooperation.

The Prime Minister’s face looked grim because Lynch represented the attitude of the nobles in Amelia over there, and in just a year or two, they had firmly grasped the lifeline of various local fields.

Plus, with Federation merchants intermingled, actually, the issues in the Amelia Region are more troublesome than those nobles in the Secretariat imagine!

Thinking repeatedly, the Prime Minister’s head started to ache as his brain was about to boil!

"You are not on his side?", he sighed lightly, feeling somewhat helpless.

Lynch could understand the meaning behind those words. He reiterated, "I am not on his side, I only stand on our side!"

This might be the good news among a string of bad news, at least Lynch is not thinking of supporting the Imperial Family, which is great.

As long as in the grand scheme of things, they are consistent, internal conflicts are not a problem.

The Prime Minister then tentatively asked, "I haven’t seen the Governor for a long time, how is his health now?"

Before heading to Amelia for his appointment, the Governor was one of the "noble blue" in the Secretariat, but his wife was a Princess of the Imperial Family, making him a relative of the Emperor.

When selecting the Governor, His Majesty the Emperor directly chose him, which led to quite a few nobles in the Secretariat privately cursing the Emperor as a foolish tyrant who only knows how to place his own people in important positions.

He was testing Lynch’s relationship with the Governor, if the Governor had anything he needed Lynch to convey, now would be the best time.

Lynch shook his head slightly, with barely any movement, "I’m not very familiar with the Governor, you know, after all, I’m an ’outsider’ here, it’s difficult to integrate into the camp of the established nobles."

If the Prime Minister had read a very wise book, there would surely be a vivid image in his mind—I have never seen...

After Lynch left, the Prime Minister made a phone call to Duke Phoenix, and the two talked for quite a while, seemingly reaching a consensus.

In the following days, it seemed that the Imperial Capital completely opened up a certain front line, and the confrontation between the new generation of nobles and the old nobles began to gradually escalate.

If you smash my store, I’ll burn your industry; everyone was coming and going, creating an extremely lively scene.

The Secretariat did not keep these matters hidden from the public. For one, it was impossible to hide, given incidents of stores being vandalized and burned happening daily.

If not made public, it would undoubtedly cause significant upheaval and unrest, which is, after all, not beneficial.

The Secretariat simply mentioned that these were conflicts between nobles, shifting the entire society’s focus from "who is doing what" to "who will win in the end."

There are even some bookmakers who have set up betting for this struggle, with quite a few people placing bets.

Watching the antics of the aristocracy is perhaps the favorite pastime of Gafura’s commoners, much like how the lower classes in the Federation enjoy the scandals of celebrity politicians—it’s not about human nature, it’s purely about enjoyment.

Moreover, these conflicts don’t affect ordinary people, so there’s no need for them to be afraid; both sides maintain a very restrained attitude.

In the past, they used structured troops to fight. Now, they’re merely smashing each other’s properties and burning shops, so you could say they’re controlling their emotions.

It’s just a rare amusement for the people of the Imperial Capital after being exploited by capitalists and aristocrats. People will discuss how many people were involved, at what time, in what place, doing what, and whether any ordinary people were lucky enough to pick up some scattered jewelry or the like.

By Monday, the interrogation of the Eldest Prince was about to begin, and as the highest body of the noble class, the Secretariat was certainly going to arrange things properly.

Early this morning, many people arrived, even those nobles who claim they never get up before nine-thirty were at the Secretariat early.

They didn’t go inside or enter any room; they just stood by the yard in the biting cold wind, waiting for the show to start.

Today, the old aristocrats and the young Count were going to be present. Over the past week, they never stopped, and people were looking forward to seeing what kind of scene their meeting would provoke.

This might be one of the few expectations left for the aristocrats in this cold winter. After all, with such cold weather, even the birds are tucked away in their nests not wanting to come out. If not this, what else can they look forward to?

At nine-forty, the old aristocrat’s people arrived first. Who knows what he was thinking, but today he brought a large group.

Someone counted—it was about thirty people. Among them, aside from a few henchmen, most were relatives of the old aristocrat. In other words, they were all nobles.

Less than five minutes later, Lynch and the young Count arrived. There were fewer of them, only about twenty people.

Some had other matters to attend to, and couldn’t make it temporarily.

Enemies meeting, eyes nearly ablaze with anger.

In less than a week, the industries of the old aristocrat in the Imperial Capital were almost entirely wiped out. He had never been so enraged, even when he discovered his wife was unfaithful, with one child actually being someone else’s.

He had merely drowned that child, lying that it was an accidental drowning. As for his wife, he took no action against her.

But this time, he was truly furious. The pain that went bone-deep kept him awake every night.

Every noble family, capable of enduring through the ages, is a large clan. Noble privileges allow these people to easily achieve success.

After achieving success, they return the favor to their family, which is why nobles grow stronger as long as they don’t lose their titles. They always dominate certain resources in society.

The two groups met outside the main building of the Secretariat.

The old aristocrat’s face was so gloomy it could drip water, while Lynch and the young Count seemed quite indifferent. After all, those were unimportant industries, the valuable things had long been transferred; the losses looked heavy but were actually light.

In contrast, the other side’s losses were truly severe. They hadn’t anticipated revenge coming so swiftly, leaving them unable to react, as most of their industries were ruined. This plunged the old aristocrat’s family into the most dangerous period in 300 years!

Seeing the two young men walking at the forefront, the old aristocrat couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, "Bastard sons of a bitch." After uttering those dirty words, he felt much better.

But somehow, Lynch suddenly stopped. He looked at the group not far from them and at the old aristocrat. "What did you just say?"

The nobles, who initially thought there was nothing to watch, instantly perked up, each smiling in the cold wind like blooming flowers.

The old aristocrat was also surprised by Lynch’s sudden questioning. He couldn’t possibly say those dirty words in front of everyone—he was a noble, he should maintain his aristocratic demeanor and decorum.

He shook his head, "I don’t know what you’re talking about, I didn’t say anything just now."

"Dare to say but not admit it?", Lynch’s smile was so irritating that one couldn’t resist punching his face.

The old aristocrat seemed alert, he looked at Lynch vigilantly, "I said, I haven’t said anything..."

Lynch, however, strode over; the young Count paused but followed closely behind, and the others followed them over.

At this moment, some nobles were so excited their faces were flush, even clenching their fists, whispering prayers—hit him, hurry and make a move, it’s killing me!

Lynch’s vigorous steps brought a terrible sense of oppression; the old aristocrat’s expression became even darker, "What do you intend to do?"

This phrase lacked confidence, and realizing this, he added, "This is not the place for your recklessness!"

Lynch ignored this. He walked up to the old aristocrat, glanced sideways at the young Count, then back at him.

He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a puff, and while blowing smoke towards the old aristocrat, said, "I heard you curse at me just now."

Not giving the old aristocrat any chance to argue, he lowered his voice, bringing a heavy sense of oppression, "Apologize!"

"Immediately!"

The old aristocrat wanted to say something, but Lynch didn’t give him the opportunity, hitting him straight on the nose with a punch!