Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 761 - 300: Either on the Dining Table or On the Menu_2

Chapter 761: Chapter 300: Either on the Dining Table or On the Menu_2

"The Queen has called back some distant relatives of the Tulip family, mainly targeting Boswell, Beauford, Cavendish, and Spencer, those involved in finance and commerce within the Tulip family."

Austin glanced at Wayne: "Our Randao Family too, a distant uncle of mine has returned with his whole family and wants to take me out to dinner tonight!"

Wayne frowned deeply: "No way, our family has always been dwindling, with only me as the sole male heir. Where did this beggar come from?"

"They settled in the northern city of Windsor, originally the losers in the family competition, expelled from Lundan, so they bear a strong grudge against me."

Austin looked at Wayne with a meaningful gaze: "You’re a smart man, I don’t need to spell it out for you."

The Queen already has the means to bring death!

Wayne visibly tensed, nearly grasping Austin’s insinuation: "What about the heads of the other Tulip families, have you been in contact with them, is there a villainous advisor at the Queen’s side?"

The Queen, listening to slanders, causes chaos within the government and cripples herself; the ministers, discontent, gather to discuss cleaning up the Queen’s side.

Brilliant!

It should have been this way a long time ago!

Wayne nodded in agreement, his storyline was long and the historical records made it clear. Since ancient times, wise ministers choose their lords and turn on those who should be turned on; failing to act when they should leads to chaos and they will bear the consequences of their inaction. The written word wouldn’t be wrong, it was time to draw his sword and rush into Buckingham Palace to show his loyalty to the Queen.

Austin rolled his eyes, the heir was growing more crooked, not putting on any flesh, only growing rebellious.

Every mention of the Royal Family and it’s all revolutionary talk, one would think he was an undercover agent from the Ross Federation.

Laughable, since when do capitalists foment revolution against themselves.

He said: "The heads of the Tulip families share my view. Our wealth is granted by the Queen, and she can take it back whenever she wishes. As for those distant relatives..."

"Lundan is not the countryside; it’s a major city. Bad air, and they’re not used to the harsh environment here. It’s very possible that one day they will all drop dead suddenly."

"The Queen would hope so."

Austin glanced at Wayne: "As for the scenario you have in mind, I can tell you with absolute certainty, it won’t happen."

The Queen didn’t wield her axe against all Tulip families, she only cut down the wealthiest few. The rest didn’t perceive the danger of falling lips and teeth but saw their own interests expanding. Plus, the fourteen Tulip families have endless internal conflicts, making it impossible for them to unite.

Forget cleaning up the Queen’s side; they should be grateful if they don’t get pushed into the well.

"A bunch of shortsighted fools, only knowing how to sweep the snow from their own front doors, thinking that because the Queen requires us to bleed today, it will be their turn tomorrow. If they can’t understand this simple principle, it’s laughable that they consider themselves politicians. Associating with such vermin, my Windsor is doomed!" Wayne said discontentedly.

Indeed, the power of the Tulip families is indeed granted by the Queen, but the Queen only granted the power; how much each family can gain depends on their own abilities.

The money earned through skill wasn’t stolen or robbed; it was merely through deception, coercion, and exploitation of the suffering masses. The money came cleanly, but wasn’t it still the fruit of sweat and toil? Why should it be given up?

Is it easy for capitalists to earn a bit of money?

Take Austin for example. To maintain his family business, he fought to be the top figure everywhere, guided his secretary by day, and managed relationships with leaders by night, having angered his wife into leaving him.

Wayne: ε=(′д`*)))

"Austin, you’ve got it tough too!"

"..."

You seem to be thinking about something quite disrespectful!

Austin didn’t ask what wild thoughts were going through Wayne’s mind, too lazy to respond, making his stance clear: "Don’t think being shortsighted is a bad thing. No one knows what the future holds, and things often change in three to five years. I’ve been able to make so much money precisely because I focus on the present."

"The Randao Family firmly supports every decision of the Queen, in exchange for the tragedy of my uncle’s untimely death in Lundan. Do you understand?"

"I understand, but I’m still not happy. Today the Queen demands, and you comply; what if she demands again tomorrow? What happens after you die, and she comes to me for more?"

Wayne pouted; he didn’t care how Austin had made so much money, knowing only that this money was temporarily entrusted to Austin for management, and it all belonged to him.

Taking money out of his pocket and still being so demanding, that’s not right!

"Wayne, think more long term, use your head more. Don’t just resort to using your fists because you’re powerful." Austin advised.

Ever since Wayne returned from the Icebound Continent, he’d become arrogant, which wasn’t good.

Young people, well, that’s understandable. He hoped Wayne would soon regain a cautious attitude towards life.

Being timid isn’t a bad thing!

"Just now you were saying being shortsighted is good, and now you’re telling me to look farther ahead."

Wayne scoffed: "Suit yourself, cherish the days while you’re still the head of a family. Once I take over, whether the Queen can speak fiercely will not be up to her."

Austin sighed and placed a document on Wayne’s desk: "This is the file on my uncle, including their temporary residence in Lundan. They’re relatives, after all; go to the banquet tonight, don’t make it too hard for them, but don’t let them enjoy it too much either."

"After all this, you’re also very dissatisfied with the Queen."

Wayne took the documents, readily accepting the task, and quipped: "Can I invite the Death Knight to visit them?"

"No."

"What about the Dark Knight?"

"That’s also not allowed."

Austin knew what Wayne was trying to suggest and cut him off: "None of the Knights are permissable. Use different forces, those outside the Tulip family."