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Chapter 560 - 560 558 Farce

Chapter 560: Chapter 558: Farce Chapter 560: Chapter 558: Farce When the emissary group headed to welcome Russell departed, the Shadowguard Knights of Red Castle also received orders from the Council of Elders, dispatching an edict to all the great nobles.

The content of the edict was simple; it demanded that everyone must arrive at Red Castle before 8 a.m. on July 8 to attend the coronation ceremony of the new Grand Duke, Russell Fluorescent Fungus.

Snap!

After waiting for the Shadowguard Knights to leave Stonestrike Castle, Count Shard Osclo Willow immediately threw the edict on the ground.

“Shameless!”

“Worthless!”

“Damned Shadowflame Dragon, damned Russell!”

Earl Osclo stood in the hall, raging helplessly; the servants were silent as cicadas, not daring to approach, and even the butler stealthily hid by the door.

Madam Quenly, the lady of Stonestrike Castle, was no exception. When Earl Osclo was in a furious rage, she would avoid him at all costs, fearing death. Otherwise, a misplaced word would result in a beating, and she had abundant experience with that.

After a long pause,

After Earl Osclo had vented his anger, the butler cautiously approached to inquire about the next steps for their itinerary.

Madam Quenly also came over: “In my opinion, it would be better to feign illness and stay hidden within Stonestrike Castle, living our lives. No matter who becomes the Grand Duke, as long as we’re guarding Stonestrike Castle, we just wait for him to lead himself to ruin.”

The butler quietly reminded her: “The edict states that refusal under any pretext would be regarded as rebellion against the new Grand Duke.”

Madam Quenly’s face changed immediately, and she was at a loss for words.

Panting, Earl Osclo said, “Go, find Augustus; I never see him around Stonestrike Castle!”

“Yes, Sir,” the butler quickly left.

“Sir,” Madam Quenly said, “are we going… or not?”

“If we don’t go, according to what is written in the edict, do you dare to rebel?” Earl Osclo said with a grim face.

Madam Quenly said, “We’ll just say we’re too ill to travel and send a few vassals to make an appearance. I don’t believe that Russell, just having taken power, would dare touch our Willow Clan if we don’t support him, he won’t sit securely as the Grand Duke!”

“Have you gone mad, or are you stupid?” Earl Osclo glared at her.

Madam Quenly frowned, “What do you mean?”

Earl Osclo said mockingly, “You really think you’re part of the Flamecrest Dragonblood Family? With the Shadowflame Dragon changing riders, the Flamecrest Dragonblood Family might just become the Fluorescent Fungi Family! You may want to die, but I refuse to join you!”

“You!” Madam Quenly shrieked, “I am doing this for the Willow Clan, for your honor!”

“My honor? Hahaha…” Earl Osclo burst into laughter, and then collapsed into a chair, “What honor do I have left, what honor does the Willow Clan have left? It’s already been trampled underfoot.”

Ever since Russell humiliated him, the indignity had not ceased.

At the Council of Elders, Lord Volcanic Minister Wei’Erqi dared to insult him publicly; at the Furious Wind City Opera House, actors portraying him on stage were all clowns.

And most recently,

He had even been stripped of his position as the Chief Justice.

He originally thought that with his son Augustus becoming a chosen son, he would control the fortunes within Red Castle and become the next Merlin Rain-Longflower. Little did he know, his years of effort turned him not into the foremost figure of Shadowflame, but into the biggest joke of Shadowflame.

Thick-skinned as he was, he could shrug off insults, yet he still couldn’t accept the current state of affairs.

And what’s most important,

That Russell, who had so humiliatingly shamed him, was about to become his monarch, and he must swear fealty to Russell.

At the thought, he felt a scalding pain on his face.

Watching her husband sit silently in his chair, Madam Quenly couldn’t hold back any longer and began sharply cursing left and right, “That old Shadowflame Dragon, the Flamecrest Dragonblood Family has served it for generations, and all it raised was an ungrateful beast!”

“Russell, that little beast, just like the Ghostfire Family, both are uncultured swine!”

“Anxia is always such an indecent woman, who knows if she’s been secretly fooling around with Russell, and maybe even mother and daughter both lack decency!”

“Old Merlin, why hasn’t he just dropped dead!”

“Father was too foolish, how could he trust that old beast Merlin, who killed Kunstan, and now he wants to uproot our Flamecrest Dragonblood Family!”

Madam Quenly ranted non-stop.

Earl Oskolo didn’t interrupt her, these shrewish curses instead oddly satisfied his gloomy heart, as if Madam Quenly’s curses could truly harm the Shadowflame Dragon, Count Merlin, and Russell.

On the second-floor corridor, Davin, heavily pregnant, watched her in-laws’ disgraceful behavior, silently noting all the curses.

Suddenly.

From the corner of her eye, Madam Quenly spotted Davin’s figure, immediately raising her head and pointing at Davin, “You low-class thing, sneaking around all day like a thief, yet not coming down to serve us, you’ve learned no manners at all!”

Davin, helpless, could only slowly descend the stairs, supported by her maid, to stand before the Earl and his wife.

Silent.

Her silence made Madam Quenly only more displeased, “How many times have I told you, don’t walk around uncouthly, just lie down peacefully with the child, sneaking around like that, disgracing the Willow Clan!”

“Yes, mother,” Davin calmly responded.

Madam Quenly scolded her for half a day, and seeing no rebuttal, she herself felt bored and began angrily cursing heaven and earth again.

In a short while, a drunken Augustus rushed back to Stonestrike Castle.

“You worthless thing, where have you been loafing around!” Earl Oskolo began to scold, “We’re about to go to Russell’s coronation, and you’re not even ready!”

“Father, why scold me!” Augustus retorted defiantly, reeking of alcohol, “If that Russell can’t even outmatch you, and our family’s three dragons can’t beat him either when he becomes Grand Duke, it’s just a normal affair and doesn’t bother our Willow Clan at all!”

“Waste of space!” Earl Oskolo attempted to strike.

Augustus quickly pulled his wife Davin in front of him, blocking himself; if Earl Oskolo hadn’t pulled back his hand in time, he absolutely would have caused Davin to miscarry.

This left Davin pale with fright.

Augustus, however, was triumphantly glad he had dodged his father’s fist, shouting, “Kill me and you’ll have no heir left!”

“Waste of space!” Earl Oskolo immediately chased Augustus, intending to beat him to death.

Madam Quenly hurriedly followed, trying to persuade her husband not to hit their son, nobody caring about Davin, heavily pregnant.

“Madam,” the maid quickly said, “Let me help you back to your room to rest.”

Davin, covering her stomach, suddenly smiled, “Alright.”

Once back in her room, she immediately sent the maid away and then pulled out a notebook from the bottom of the closet, beginning to record, “June 18th… Quenly Shadowflame curses the Shadowflame Dragon… Osclo Willow complains about Lord Russell… Augustus also resents…”

After finishing.

She immediately put down the pen, hid the notebook well.

Then sitting at the dressing table, she looked at her haggard reflection in the mirror, still muttering, “Lord Russell, please ascend the throne soon, my brother said, once you do, you will definitely take action to discipline the Willow Clan, and with my personal testimony, I can end all this farce!”

Her brother was none other than Baron Dyson Golden Top Mushroom.

Thinking of this, all the grievances Davin had suffered in the Willow Clan no longer felt like suffering, touching her own belly, “Auden, oh Auden, come into this world soon, in the future, everything of the Willow Clan will be yours to inherit!”