On this day in early August, the scorching sun above the sky exudes its own power, making Edinburgh today a little hotter than usual, especially when the temperature is at its highest at noon, the streets seem a bit deserted. Occasionally, you can see one or two passers-by moving forward in a hurry.

The man who put down the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window and retracted his gaze walked to the sofa in the middle of the balcony, sank deeply into the comfortable sofa, and then yawned a big yawn. The cool breeze that kept circulating in the room made him feel very comfortable. He subconsciously couldn't help but hum twice, then found a comfortable position to lie down and closed his eyes.

Cthun of this world has become a good fetus. The owner of this body is named Roy Boss Leon. It is the leading nobleman in Scotland and even the entire Commonwealth. This family has existed since the Middle Ages. Whether it is the early religious conflicts or the later defeat in Scotland and merged into the Commonwealth, even the two world wars that caused countless families to fall into the world were not affected at all. By the end of the 20th century, the family grew stronger and seemed to be prosperous.

I don’t know if it was because of the arrival of his body in the previous world and swallowing all the souls on earth and finally eating them, Cthun, who was reincarnated in this world, temporarily lost his strength and became an ordinary person. His head hurts for a while every now and then. This severe swelling and pain was so strong that he wanted to split his head and just die.

Of course, suicide is a joke, and Cthun also understands that this is a process that must be endured. After all, if you take up the benefits and don’t suffer a little, it will be thunder. It is precisely with this idea that Cthun in this life is preparing to live a life of living a pig that is scattered by eating and waiting for death, hoping to digest those souls for decades, at least not be as painful as it is now.

As for the exquisite jade pendant that he vaguely saw when his soul was in a daze, Cthun himself was also confused. He could not remember how this thing came about, and when it was hidden deep in his soul, and he couldn't figure out what it wanted to do. He couldn't see, touch, or feel it. Now Cthun could only be careful and wait for it to reveal its fox's tail.

Bang bang bang,

The sudden knock on the door woke Roy up, and he yawned again and shouted lazily: "En!" Then, a middle-aged man in his fifties who had clearly laid his hair in his tidy and neat dark black housekeeper's clothing, facing the stereotyped and unrestrained smile, walked into the house and came to him and stood in front of him, "Marquis, there are still thirty-five minutes before the National Party Congressman Davis visited you, and now the other party has come downstairs."

"Lyerde, what are the arrangements for this afternoon?" Roy, who stood up from the sofa, asked casually, moving his body.

"According to your time, at 15 o'clock, Member Davis came to discuss with you about the problems encountered by the newly established National Autonomous Parliament in Scotland. It is expected to be about forty minutes; at 16 o'clock, afternoon tea; after afternoon tea is over, family finance director reports on the recent development of the family industry, about thirty minutes; after the report is over, you need to return to the family castle and have dinner with the visiting Earl of Sanx at 19 o'clock in the evening. In addition, at 21 o'clock, you also need to receive the messenger sent by Baron Intgura. There are very important things on the other side that require your authorization, which is about the Knights of the Dark Night."

After reporting the boring timetable that had been kept firmly in mind in a stern tone, Housekeeper Laird stood quietly aside, waiting for the Marquis' new instructions.

"Knights of Darkness?" Roy stopped moving his shoulders, turned around and frowned and looked at the butler: "What's the trouble my cousin from afar? Did she finally settle the group of stupid pigs at the roundtable?"

It seemed to be commonplace, and the rude words of his own marquis did not bring any turmoil in the butler's heart. He bowed his head slightly and said respectfully: "Mr. Marquis, the "Mr. Marquis, the Queen Elizabeth, the Queen of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, the Queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, the Head of the Commonwealth, and the Protestant of the (Protestant) faith is also your cousin."

"I know," Roy, who hadn't expected to be choked by his housekeeper, waved his hands and said with a painful look: "One of you always peeks at the power of the family if you have something to do; the other one is better, just want to kill me. I'm really in trouble with these two cousins."

"Marquis Shenyan!" Butler Lailder raised his head and said firmly: "In Scotland, no one can harm the noble Boss-Leon family. Even the Catholic Madhya Shou who is passed down by God is not qualified!"

"Okay, Laird, it's no longer the medieval era," the butler said righteously and amused Roy. He shook his head and looked at the stubborn butler: "The current Pope is not as effective as my cousin." After saying that, he was afraid that the devout believer would retort, Roy hurriedly said: "Let the maid come in."

"Your will!" The housekeeper Laird, who understood his master's character, smiled slightly, then returned to poker again and walked to the door to open the door, and ordered to the maid who had already prepared: "Serve the Earl's clothes."

Countless people have fantasized about living the luxurious life of the upper class, such as having rich clothes and food, loving to fight cocks and walking dogs; Lafite rinses his mouth and spending money; maids do whatever they have to do and maids do, etc., and all kinds of messy and indescribable behaviors. Now Cthun can tell you very responsibly: If you think too much, at least as an ancient aristocrat who has been passed down for hundreds of years, this is not the case at all.

As an ancient and prominent family that existed in the Tudor period, it not only inherited the glory of its ancestors, but also passed down some of the dross. The maids here are not those young girls who were young and soft in their 28-year-olds, wearing transparent maid outfits with exposed thighs, and quickly pushed me down. They refer to those middle-aged women in their forties who strictly abide by the stereotypes, every word, every smile, every frown and smile. They represent the most strict side of the ancient family. And the part of the direct inheritance can put down the cleaning tools in their hands without hesitation, pick up weapons, or simply hold an explosive bag and die with the enemy!

This is the real maid, this is the family's son who is closely related to the family. They or they are also indispensable part of this ancient family, and they are also the masters of this family.

On the third floor, there is a well-designed room. This is the small conference room for the Boss-Leon family to receive close visitors. Although it is not the first time I have entered this room, even though I understand that I am just a soundtrack representing the will of the big man behind me, being able to step into this place itself represents some unexplained glory, which makes Councillor Davis unable to help but fall into intoxication.

I, Davis, came here again! One day, I will be successful and famous and attract the attention of the world. One day, I will be here as a guest of honor!

He closed his eyes intoxicated again and took a deep breath. Davis came to the right position below the conference room and sat down. Thinking of seeing the man who was only in his twenties but unfathomable, the contemporary master of the ancient noble who secretly controlled the entire Scotland, Davis's breathing could not help but become rapid.

There must be no mistakes! No, it is better to do than usual! Thinking of this, Davis quickly put away his mind and recalled the content that he had already remembered in his mind to ensure that he was foolproof.

"Hello Mr. Davis, I just encountered some small problems so I came late." Roy, who walked into the conference room, said to Davis who stood up to greet him with an apology smile.

Not long ago, Madam Teresa, who changed the clothes of the Marquis, accidentally saw a small red acne growing on his back. The Madam who looked at Roy growing up seemed to have collapsed and strongly asked the Butler to turn down all the appointments that afternoon and summon a team of private doctors to check. For this reason, Roy spent a lot of effort and promised to go to the hospital tomorrow, so that she comforted Madam Teresa, who seemed a little nervous. It was precisely for this reason that he came to the conference room four minutes later than the agreed time.

"Marquis Marquis, you are busy with your business, and you should wait here." After personally going forward and pulled out the main seat to serve Roy, Davis returned to his position, took out the revised neatly document from the document pack beside him and handed it to him: "Marquis Marquis, this is the document that Speaker Taros asked me to bring you. Please check it out."

He reached out to take the document, and after rushing through it, Roy put it aside, looked at Davis with a humble look and smiled: "Please relax, please relax, after all, we have seen it several times, right?"

Realizing that he was a little nervous, Davis smiled awkwardly, and after adjusting his posture slightly, Roy continued to say: "The Boss-Leon family has always been unswerving supporters of the National Party. We also agree with the National Party's concept. As for this newly established Scottish Autonomous Parliament, I'm sorry Mr. Davis, I'm afraid I can't agree to your request."

"Why?" Davis, who had never expected to hear this result, subconsciously raised his tone. In the bad eyes of the housekeeper Laird, Davis, who realized that he was rude, quickly remedy: "Marquis, Scottish independence is not only the lifelong pursuit of the National Party members, but also the desire of the people of the people of the people! In the past days, Marquis, you have also strongly agreed with our National Party's political ambitions and administrative concepts and provided great help, but why this time..."

"Mr. Davis," Roy frowned, holding the black tea on the table and put the tea cup aside quietly and continued: "The contribution of the National Party led by Speaker Taros to the Scottish people's democracy over the years is obvious to all, unquestionable, and cannot be erased!"

"As a decent noble, I have always respected Speaker Taros and have a good impression of all the members of the National Party. Therefore, whether it is the creation and establishment of the National Party in the early days, the referendum resolution of the Scottish Autonomous Act in 1997, or the re-establishment of the Scottish Autonomous Parliament in 1998, the Bous Leon family firmly stands on the side of the National Party."

"But MP Davis, why have some unfriendly remarks been circulating in the National Party recently? Some gentlemen are very dissatisfied with the nobles led by the Boss-Leon family. They secretly colluded and slandered the nobles' noble sentiments. This behavior of letting down allies and even betrayal is not a sign that a gentleman should have."

"Mr. Davis, I regret what the National Party has done and am disappointed with the ignorance of the positions."

Davis, with a pale face, hurriedly stood up and explained with excitement: "Mr. Marquis, this is just a small group of unreasonable members of the National Party. Most of the members of the National Party, led by Speaker Taros, keep in mind the support of the Marquis for so many years and are grateful for the selfless help of the family! Whether in the past, now or in the future, our Democratic Party will never and will never let down an ally full of integrity and noble sentiment!"

After saying that, Davis stood there with a nervous look on his face. Roy's words just now completely frightened him, especially the behavior of calling him by the other party three times in a row, which almost caused Davis to collapse. The current National Party seems to be glorious, but in fact it is a tree without wood. If this matter left a grudge in the heart of the owner of the Boss-Leon family, it will no longer support the cause of the National Party in the future. No, even if there is a slight dissatisfaction, the National Party will definitely fall apart! By then, not only Speaker Taros, but most of the other National Party members will definitely eat him alive.

It was all those damn Anglo-Sarson white-skinned pigs that caused trouble! Davis couldn't help but curse in his heart. These hyenas chasing black gold and greedy vultures were unwilling to give up anything that could bring money. The Scottish independence pursued by the National Party happened to affect their weaknesses. If Scotland really succeeded in independence in the future, the North Sea Oilfield, which is an important pillar of Scotland and even the Commonwealth, will cause trouble again. At that time, no one could say whether the newly established Scottish government would forcefully intervene in the huge cake of the North Sea Oilfield!

It is precisely because of this concern that the oil giants of the Commonwealth secretly connect. On the one hand, they advocate the unification theory and anti-severance bill in the Commonwealth House of Commons, while quietly inserting their hands into the National Party to find spokespersons. Relying on huge political donations and complex relationships, coupled with countless seemingly beautiful future promises, some members of the National Party who are not firm in their hearts cannot resist the temptation to collude with them.

This shameless behavior was originally a normal manifestation of a qualified politician. Davis secretly envied those funded politicians. But now it is different. The group of stupid pigs actually tried to unite. They actually wanted to expel the Marquis' influence on the National Party. God! Don't they know who the real master of Scotland is?

What annoyed Davis even more was that the hopelessly miscellaneous group actually leaked such a secret action. This was simply an old birthday star who was impatient to hang himself! Davis could not understand how his short-sighted colleagues became members of parliament with such stupid behavior!

Councillor Davis promised Roy didn't take it seriously at all. The guy in front of him was just a small pawn. Even if what he said was a mess, it would be useless. He could not make any decision at all!

However, Roy's goal has actually been achieved. The reason why I met Congressman Davis today was to hit the National Party and warn Speaker Taros behind him: You eat, wear, and use mine, but now you let your subordinates want to tear down my platform. This is not a sign that a good dog should have.

Since his attitude has been shown, Roy is ready to work harder, and he must use his strength to beat the dog. It is right to make the other party remember it in his heart and never dare to act wild again! Thinking of this, he turned around and looked at the Butler Lailder behind him. The Butler, who understood it, stepped forward and whispered a name in Roy's ear.

"Okay, Mr. Davis, I still trust the character of all the members of the National Party!" Looking at Davis with a nervous face, Roy said calmly.

But before Davis could let go of his breath, Roy followed up with another sentence: "Speaker Taros seems to have been looking for a qualified successor. This person not only needs to have noble sentiments like a gentleman, but also has the determination to fight for Scottish democracy for life and not be afraid of any rumors. And I happen to know such a gentleman, Mr. Alex Salmond is such a person!"

The heart of Congressman Davis, who heard Roy's previous words, paused for a while, and the appearance of the name Alex Salmond made him feel that his mind was a little bad, and he was in a daze as if he was dreaming.

God, who should be the leader of the National Party, can you interfere in this way? Don’t talk about interfering, even if you just hear some Davis’s urge to poke his ears deaf. The water here is too deep, and it is not something that a small congressman like him can mess with. At this time, Davis is desperate to die!

No, no! I accidentally saw a flash of lightning in Davis, who looked like a smile on his face. As a politician who was not too failed, Davis, who was keen to react immediately, and then his body trembled unconsciously: Is this the reward God gave to him, a devout believer? The Marquis’ meaning is so obvious, God! Did I finally wait for the opportunity to soar into the sky?

Thinking of this, Davis' attitude became even more humble. He lowered his head and asked respectfully: "Mr. Marquis, do you mean?"

It's very simple, a letter of fame! Davis is able to step into the door of the Boss-Leon family on behalf of Taros, which itself shows that he is a part of the Boss-Leon family. Since that's the case, Roy doesn't mind giving him a small opportunity.

"Speaker Taros is 43 years old this year. With his current ability, he will definitely be the leader of the party again. But what after?" Roy, who crossed his hands and fingers against the backrest of the chair, said meaningfully: "There is an old Chinese saying, 'No long-term plan will lead to immediate worries'! In order to prevent future struggles and divisions within the National Party, we must prepare in advance!"

But why is Alex Salmond? Looking at Roy who was holding Jiju, this sentence moved Davis for several times and finally didn't dare to ask.

Alex Salmond is a radical leftist. Even within the Scottish National Party, which is nicknamed as a madman, he cannot find any existence that can match him. "Annoying", "strong revenge", and "radical words and deeds" are the common impressions he left to everyone. Davis once heard his colleagues complain: "This guy is a barbarian, and I have never heard anyone praise him"!

No wonder Salmond was clearly expelled from the Scottish National Party and was able to come back soon. No wonder his political actions in recent years have achieved great success. No wonder his current political skills are so clear. It turns out that there is such a big figure behind him who is secretly supporting him!

Looking back on Salmond's past, Davis couldn't help but feel a little jealous. He didn't know what kind of luck this guy had, but he could actually get the eyes of the Marquis. What's even more excessive is that he could get such great help and trust. God, he is too fond of this person!

"What do Member Davis think of my proposal?" Roy, who spoke again, interrupted Davis' contemplation. After he came to his senses, he shook his head and said, "Mr. Marquis, your will."

"Very good!" Roy nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "Mr. Salmond is now a time when he is single and weak. A wise and successful friend like Councillor Davis is exactly what he urgently needs. If Councillor Davis has no objection, how about I recommend it?"

"Thank you, Lord Marquis!" Davis immediately threw the jealousy he had just now on Java. He couldn't help but nodded vigorously: "It is an honor to be able to work with Mr. Salmond and be appreciated by you by Lord Marquis!"

"No, you did something!" Looking at Davis with a confused look on his face, Roy smiled and said, "It's not my appreciation, it's the reward you deserve for the contributions you have made to the Scottish people and the cause of Scottish democracy and liberation over the years."

"I will definitely not let down the expectations of the Scottish people!" Davis, with a red face, said with a strong fist.

"Relax Mr. Davis, let's discuss another thing: how to drive the greedy Labour guys out of power in the Scottish Autonomous Parliament!"

"First let's set a small goal to make the brave Mr. Salmond the leader of the opposition party in the parliament, MP Davis, what do you think of this proposal?"
Chapter completed!