I Am the God of Games

Silver Eagle Principality, Tinder City, Duke Mansion.

As one of the three subordinate countries of the Valla Empire, the Duke of Silver Eagle, Panlein Fatt, has always followed the rules, followed the emperor's will, and lived with trepidation.

He understands that being able to manage the Silver Eagle Principality well is already his limit, and he has no more ambitions and unreasonable thoughts, and he also understands the fears of the Valla royal family for him.

Especially after the war between the Valla Empire and the Grand Duchy of Romero, and the fact that they were at a disadvantage, the emperor seemed to hate the dukes in the empire even more. If it wasn't for the fact that the three dukes were all descendants of the founding heroes and could not be punished at will, I am afraid that he would have already cut them down into ordinary nobles.

Fortunately, the various sects in the Valla Empire are currently restraining each other, and His Majesty the Emperor can only do his best to deal with it. The war with the Grand Duchy of Romero is already the limit, and it is impossible to have the spare force to send troops to attack him.

But that doesn't mean you can sit back and relax.

In fact, there are more dangers and troubles than Peng Leyin imagined. The letter sent today made him sad for a whole morning, and he has not been able to adjust his mood until now.

"Father, do you have anything to do with me?"

Accompanied by a crisp knock on the door, a handsome young man slowly walked into the room, saluted the old duke with a gesture full of aristocratic elegance, and asked.

He was the eldest son of the Duke of Ponlein Fate, Pompe de Fate.

He has thick golden curly hair, angular face, fairer skin than those aristocratic girls, eyes as deep blue as the sea, and his muscles with graceful lines and strength also show that he is not that kind of man. The noble boy who has no power to tie the chicken, the rapier at his waist is not a decoration, it can be said that he perfectly inherits the excellent genes of the old duke.

At the same time, he is also the most optimistic and satisfied son of the Duke of Silver Eagle.

Although there is no title yet, but as the only heir of Pang Leyin who stayed in the duke's mansion without being entrusted to him, he is almost destined to inherit his title and become the new Duke of Silver Eagle in the future.

"Well, it's a sad report from Anurad." The old duke stared at his best son and said slowly, "Your brother was attacked and killed by thieves."

"what!"

Pompeder showed a look of consternation, and he frowned as if it was unacceptable, but he didn't cry, but his expression was weary, revealing a vague feeling of sadness: "Two months ago, I was chatting and laughing with him here, I didn't expect Actually..."

The old duke seemed satisfied with his reaction and nodded slightly.

Although he separated his other sons out, in a sense, it was equivalent to driving out, but it did not mean that the old duke didn't care about his sons.

He just wanted to protect his child in his own way, but he didn't expect that even so, Edmund still had an accident.

Even though his aristocratic career full of open guns and dark arrows had made Pang Leyin's heart a lot harder, the loss of a child in old age was still an unbearable pain, which made him uncomfortable for the whole morning, but this kind of discomfort could not help. Show it in front of your vassals.

It was probably because he was so uncomfortable, that he asked his eldest son to come over and share it.

And the performance of the eldest son is as always in line with his heart. Although he feels sad for his brother, he will not be too hurt. After all, the old duke sees everything in his eyes. The relationship between the two brothers is not so deep. His eldest son looked like he wanted to die, and he was disappointed with him.

"Father, I will take care of Angra's affairs. You can rest at home. After all, you are the backbone of the principality."

"What Angela?" The old duke frowned slightly.

"It's not the third brother..." Pompeii was stunned, feeling that he seemed to have made a mistake.

"Angela is alive and well, and she sent me a letter two days ago. It is said that the dilapidated town is also well managed by that kid." The old duke said in a deep voice, "It was Ed who died after being attacked by thieves. Mongolian!"

"That's my mistake." Pompeder immediately bowed his head and apologized.

"Forget it," the old duke sighed, "you go out first."

Pompeder bowed his words and left the study.

After returning to his room, he couldn't wait to take out a mirror hidden under the floor.

He cut his fingers and dripped his blood on the mirror, only to see that the smooth mirror surface actually sucked the blood into it like a sponge.

After a while, a man with a black hood appeared on the opposite side of the mirror, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"What's the matter with the future Duke?" The other party asked in a voice so hoarse that it didn't sound like a human no matter how.

"Is that what your Secret Eyes do! Why is Angra okay, but Edmund is dead?"

Pompeii's handsome face was full of gloom, and he asked in a cold voice.

"Mr. Edmund's death was an accident, but we believe that you are not interested in this matter, so let's just say the conclusion directly. In Anurad, that is, the Valley of the Dead, there is an unknown Power, they took the Grey Fjords and killed the chess pieces we arranged there... Unfortunately, that chess piece was unable to figure out who the enemy was and what was behind it." Black Hood said slowly : "Although the attack against your younger brother Angela did not survive, we judge that it is probably also the work of that force. Their purpose may be the same as yours, which is for your Fat family..."

"'God's gift'." Pompeii's eyes were extremely gloomy: "That is my thing, and I will never give it to anyone."

"That's right, it's extremely mysterious. Even before you told us, we couldn't even detect the secret treasure. The person most likely to be related to the secret treasure is your younger brother, whose biological mother is unknown. Angela Fate." The other party seemed to be explaining something, and slowly revealed his information: "Don't worry, since we received your money, we will naturally complete the commission, and so on. Branches in other places will have time to spare, so they will naturally find time to help you get rid of that unsightly brother."

"Humph." Pompeii snorted coldly, stood up, slowly paced to the door, and opened it abruptly.

Outside the door was a panicked little maid.

"What did you hear?" he asked coldly.

"What? Master, you..."

Before the little maid could finish her words, she was stabbed to the skull by a sword, killing her directly!

"I hope you all count." He shook the jab, which was stained with some brains, and said with a grim expression.