Chapter 11  : Caesar’s Ambition

“I’m finally back...”

Reid was wrapped in a rotten cloth as he looked up at Count Andrew Morphetto’s manor.

He recalled the inhumane treatment he suffered in the Dark Elves’ territory.

Reid subconsciously tightened his grip on the charcoal in his hand.

Heh, sooner or later, he would make those other race bitches pay!

However, just as Reid was about to enter, the two guards beside the door stopped him.

“Stop! Who are you?”

The two guards looked at Reid coldly.

This kind of beggar wanted to enter Sir Morphetto’s mansion?

Reid looked at the two of them with disdain.

“You two lowly things dare to speak to me like this?

These two used to be his lackeys.

If he had not been kind enough to recommend the two of them to work in Count Morphetto’s mansion, how could they have lived such a good life?

The two Knights at the door instantly looked at each other.

Although the person in front of him spoke in a hoarse and unpleasant voice,

However, this arrogant tone was definitely that annoying former master, Reid.

Looking at his downtrodden appearance... no one in this place should recognize him.

At the thought of this, the two of them looked at each other in tacit understanding. They instantly stood upright and mocked.

“If you want to see Count Morphetto, you must have an invitation!”

“Can a beggar like you afford it?”

“Are you two fools blind?!”

Reid was furious. He rushed forward and grabbed their collars as he roared.

“Hurry up and let me in. I won’t take your offense today seriously. Otherwise, when I see the Count, you two will suffer!”

The two people at the door were indifferent.

“Did you hear that?”

Reid was instantly enraged and punched the guard in front of him.

THUD!

The guard slammed into the iron gate, and a long, muffled sound echoed through most of the manor.

“What are you arguing about? Today is the Second Prince’s big day here. If anyone dares to disturb me again, I’ll deduct three months of his salary!”

Annoyed, Count Morphetto pushed open the terrace door and stepped out onto the balcony.

What was wrong with these new servants?

To not even have the sense to behave themselves?

As soon as the count came out, Reid immediately raised his arm and shouted at him.

“Lord Morphetto! This is Reid, please let me in!”

‘Reid?’

Count Morphetto frowned at the monster at the door.

Upon closer inspection, that tall nose did indeed have Reid’s charm.

But why did this guy choose this time to come back?

Tsk.

Morphettolooked at Caesar, the Second Prince of the West Laden Empire, who was a guest in the study behind him.

If the Second Prince found out that he had taken over the territory...

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The wealth he had accumulated over the years would be confiscated.

Count Morphetto sized up Reid.

Looking at how disheveled he was when he returned alone, he probably hadn’t completed his mission.

A sinister thought flashed through the Earl’s mind.

He might as well pretend that he did not know him. He could even avoid his previous payment.

“The two at the door, what are you waiting for? Throw that thing out!”

“Yes, my lord!”

The two people at the door looked at each other in tacit understanding. Ignoring Reid’s objection, they threw him out of the door.

The gate of the manor slammed shut in front of Reid.

“Sir, please let me in. I’m Reid!”

Reid knelt on the ground in despair and kept knocking on the manor’s door.

“Count, I have the details of the mission to report to you! Let me in!”

Why was this monster still not leaving?

The Earl was annoyed. He pretended not to hear Reid and closed the window.

“Just now, the entrance of the manor seemed very lively.”

“Your Highness Caesar, there’s no such thing as what you said. It’s just that there’s an annoying beggar at the entrance of the manor. I got someone to take him away.”

Count Morphetto smiled apologetically and looked respectfully at the Second Prince of the Empire, Caesar.

Fortunately, the Second Prince in front of him did not notice what he had sent Reid to do.

Otherwise, with his swift and decisive personality, he would definitely think of a way to punish him!

Caesar elegantly picked up the teacup in front of him and sipped it.

“Mr. Morphetto, have you thought about it over the past few days? Are you going to support me or my brother?”

“Your Highness Caesar, you are as outstanding as your brother. Forgive me for not being able to choose.”

Looking at Caesar whose face was gradually turning black, the count sighed in his heart.

He did not want to get involved in the struggle for the throne.

If he helped the Second Prince usurp the throne and failed, would he still want his head in the future?

Caesar smiled and drained his tea. He took the hat from his servant and smiled brightly.

“Then take it that I’ve disturbed you. I have something on today, so I’ll leave first.”

“However, I advise you to reconsider.”

After saying this, Caesar led the black-robed man out of the study.

“Take care.”

The count heaved a long sigh of relief as he watched the Second Prince leave.

...

As soon as they walked out of the manor, the black-robed man beside Caesar spoke.

“Your Highness, are you still worried about what happened just now?”

“Teacher, I didn’t expect you to see through it.”

“Ever since you started learning Forbidden Spells from me, you can’t hide your thoughts from me.”

“It’s just as Mr. Massey said.”

Caesar rubbed his furrowed brow and smiled bitterly.

“Count Morphetto’s position has always been uncertain. The day before yesterday, he said that he wanted to choose my brother, and yesterday, he said that he wanted to rely on me.”

“In the end, he said today that he won’t participate in the battle. What a fence-sitter!”

Massey was silent for a moment.

“...But you need his support, even if it’s just for a while.”

“We just need to find something to use against him and firmly hold him in our hands. We don’t want him to support other Princes.”

“That’s easy to say, but this old fox is watertight. There’s nothing to hold against him. How can we control him?”

Caesar held his forehead in worry.

Massey made a contemplative gesture.

Just as the two of them were thinking, a dirty monster ran over and grabbed Caesar’s cloak.

“Sir, please do me a favor and ask the person at the door to let me in!”

“Leave me alone!”

Caesar pulled at his cloak and frowned in disgust.

Where did this beggar come from? He was touching everywhere with a dirty hand full of soot.

“Please!”

Seeing that Caesar was about to leave, Reid immediately pounced on his legs.

“My lord, don’t look down on me. I was once a Knight working for Count Morphetto!”

“If I didn’t work for him, I wouldn’t have ended up like this today!”

“What you just said, is it true?”

Upon hearing this, Caesar immediately stopped what he was doing and revealed a happy smile on his face.

What he needed had actually delivered itself directly to him!