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Chapter 8 Inventions

"You..." Judson's face turned red and he looked at Lyon with gritted teeth.

At this moment, all the noble style and the etiquette in front of His Majesty have been thrown aside.

Yes, he is young, he is a soldier who has not received formal training and has never been on the battlefield.

Because his family has always supported the emperor, he was able to sit on the chair of the Minister of Military Affairs to gilt.

Everyone present, including himself, knew very well that he was just the name of the Minister of Military Affairs.

In fact, every war in the empire, the person who actually gave orders was actually the Deputy Minister of Military Affairs rather than himself, because he did not have the ability to command wars.

Although it was true, Lyon was mocked over and over again at this moment, pressing him on the ground and rubbing him down to the verge of collapse.

"Okay..." Abigail interrupted, "No matter what, now that Knight Gern is sacrificed, Selena, what do you think of the Demon King?"

"Next time I will do my best to cut off the devil's head and avenge the Knight of Gern!" Selena replied powerfully, and her voice triggered echoes in the empty palace.

"Then, let Andrew continue to serve as your guardian knight."

"As for the order!" Selena nodded and agreed.

"Knight Gehn, posthumously conferred the title of Silver Light, and was buried with the Count!" Abigail said, "Selina, it's been five years, and this war should have a result!"

"Yes!" Selena put her right fist on her heart to salute.

"Okay, let's all go!" Abigail touched his beard and waved his hand to end the court meeting.

Walking out of the palace, the ministers siege the city and discuss their own affairs in a low voice, while the Secretary of Military Affairs Judson stared at Lyon with a gloomy face.

Lyon looked indifferent and put his little finger in front of his mouth and blew it gently.

Lyon is different from Andrew. Strictly speaking, the Magical Corps does not belong to the military force of the Empire, but to the church.

The church is a high-level force that is transcendent and is not governed by the laws of the empire, so Lyon can argue with him in front of the emperor.

Because of this, the emperor also called him "Mr. Raggs" to show respect for the church.

The brave are different. Although the brave are trained and grown in the church, they are the guardians of the empire.

He has extremely noble status but poor power. Because he is a bond between the two forces, but is also restricted by both sides, he has no one available, and he is a commander with only one.

"Master Brave..." Andrew leaned over.

"Andrew, I just said that I usually call my name." Selena showed a sincere smile, "We have been working together for so many years, so we don't have to be so distracted."

"Okay...my fault!" Andrew grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. "There have been bad rumors among the people recently."

"Oh?" Lyon became interested, "What rumor?"

"Rumor..." Andrew subconsciously looked around and lowered his voice, "It was easy for you to attack other demon kings, but it had no result for Dikao in five years, so many people are rumoring that you and Dikao are in the same group and have reached a secret deal to join forces to destroy the Casg Empire..."

"Ha..." Lyon looked disdainful, "Even such rumors came out? It seems that these people are really boring!"

"Maybe it was indeed my fault..." Selena was a little disappointed, "I haven't killed Dikao for five years, so they lost confidence in me..."

"Selina, this is not your fault!" Andrew immediately comforted, "We have been working together for almost ten years and have participated in many wars against the Demon King. We all know that you have tried your best!"

"That's right, don't pay attention to them!" Lyon nodded, "It's all full!"

"We know what kind of person you are," Andrew said, "you are the most responsible brave men. They only see your failures, but ignore the kindness you usually like to help others and the courage to take the lead in charge on the battlefield!"

"Yes, Selena!" Lyon felt distressed, "Don't force yourself too tightly, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"Yes, I've checked it," Andrew's tone was very gentle. "This rumor first appeared in the slums, but the specific source has not been found. It is very likely that someone dislikes you and just wants to disgust people. Don't think too much!"

"Well, don't worry!" Selena sniffed, raised her head, and showed a sunny smile, "I'm fine!"

"Don't worry, I'll find someone to investigate this matter!" Lyon nodded, "If you find it, you'll beat it up!"

"It's okay, let them talk..." Selena smiled, "You guys have a good rest, I'll go find a friend."

"Well, be careful on the road!" The two of them reminded him and parted with Selena at the intersection.

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After parting, Selena returned to her home, at the entrance of a huge manor.

Through the iron door nearly six meters wide, you can see the conspicuous medium-sized castle inside, which has been trimmed into various shapes on the lawn outside.

Among the dozen people standing at the door was an old man who was very conspicuous.

She looks like she is in her fifties, wearing a close-fitting brown collarless tuxedo and a white shirt.

He was meticulously carrying his white hair behind his head, standing among a group of servants, and was very conspicuous.

"Miss!"

The butler who had already received the news bowed slightly and said, "Welcome home."

Then he naturally took the great sword and handed it to the two servants next to him, and turned around and opened the huge iron door of the manor for Selena.

"Well, I'm back." Selena agreed and followed the butler into the manor.

Duke Ai Pascal is a weirdo, respected on the surface, but in fact it is a joke in the upper reaches of the empire.

He is nominally a duke, but he has no real power, no fiefdom, and no knight order of his own.

Every time I attend a party in the upper-class circle, I am always the most conspicuous one. On the surface, everyone will come over and call Duke Burton, but the heartfelt sense of rejection can be easily felt.

Perhaps because of this, Selena feels a little awkward every time she returns to this home.

Following the butler on the spacious road, the busy servants and gardeners around him stood up and bowed their heads to show their respect, calling out "Miss."

Selena also responded with a smile and nodded, following the butler constantly.

"Miss, did you... lose the battle this time?" the butler asked carefully.

"Why do you ask that? Grandpa Dobin." Selena raised her head.

"I just feel that you are obviously not in a very good mood when you come back this time, and you look a little absent-minded..." Dobin whispered, "Maybe I misunderstood."

"I'm fine, Grandpa Dobin." Selena shook her head, feeling very depressed, "I just feel that I haven't defeated the Demon King in five years, and I'm a little disappointed... Besides, my guardian knight has also sacrificed this time..."

"Miss, no commander dares to say that he is always invincible." Dobin smiled, "Since you are back home, just relax and don't be like on the battlefield."

"Okay!" Selena nodded and showed a smile, "I don't have to prepare dinner for me today. I'm going to meet a friend."

"Aren't you planning to meet the master and wife?"

"Tomorrow."

"Abide by the order!"

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"My King, this thing you asked for is a bit difficult this time. We just made a rough idea. I don't know if it's what you want."

A necromancer brought Dikao to a thing covered with gray cloth.

"Are you serious?" Dikao raised his eyebrows, "and still cover it with cloth? Use the things I invented to surprise me?"

"Forehead……"

"Release!"

"yes!"

The gray cloth was lifted up, and a grand piano with a colored wood that had not been painted yet appeared in front of you.

This grand piano has basically met what Dikao thought. Not to mention how it actually is, at least it can pass the appearance.

Whether it is the keys, pedals and internal structure, there is basically no deviation from the design drawings you have drawn.

It's really a pity that they can make the finished product based on their half-baked painting level.

After being here for more than ten years, Dikao directed his subordinates such as necromancers and maids to create drums, guitars, and even harps.

But the piano thing was tried to make five years ago and has not been considered a truly successful thing until today.

"Come on, although the appearance is the same, let me see what the actual situation is..."

As he said that, Dikao sat on a stool in front of the piano, moved his shoulder blades and placed his hands on the keys.

This key is made of wood that was finally stolen from the human empire, and there is no pigment here, so the white key is polished with a skull and then coated.

The black key still maintains the color of a wood, but a layer of patinas is produced after the magicians' bare hands polishing.

Dikao pressed the rightmost key with one finger, making a crisp sound.

Then I pressed the sustain pedal on the far right and pressed it again, and the sound became significantly louder and longer.

Two other pedals were then tried.

The necromancers around could clearly feel the difference in their voices, but they were all around and didn't dare to ask anything, for fear of causing the devil to be dissatisfied.

Dikao closed his eyes, pressed each key individually, and then pressed the three pedals one after another.

"Well, it smells like that..." Dikao seemed to be talking to himself, "but I always feel that there is still a big deviation in general..."

Then he stood up and started tuning, pressed the keys from time to time, and then reached into the piano to tune.

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It was not until the sun set burned red and Alisa finally stopped when she brought other maids to Dikao for dinner.

"My King..."

"Wait a minute!" Dikao raised his hand to stop Alisa's words, and then sat in front of the stool again, "Don't talk, listen with peace of mind."
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