Chapter 42 Fatal

Blaze's eyes were red at the end from crying, and his hard and handsome face showed an expression of stoicism. A dense, fine sweat oozed from his forehead, and there were bulging green veins on his temples. Carlotta painfully wiped one hand on the bulging green veins while her other hand undid Blaze's belt. He took the envelopes out of his close pocket again and drew out one of them and began to read it. 'Father: Matters have developed to a very unfavorable situation for our family. His Majesty has decided to implement reforms that will see our titles stripped, our domains abolished, and our estates confiscated. I've been planning this for a long time, and now is the time to decide, and I need your help. I am about to gain His Majesty's trust, and when I do, I will command a mighty fleet, and I want it to be our House Alec's fleet, but our fleet needs a place to call home. This is how I plan it: I ask that you dedicate all of your clan's efforts to secretly organizing an uprising and training the relevant staff within our territory of Palomie, and when the time is right, please incite the people of the starfield to revolt. When doing these things, please make sure you operate remotely from Leviathan Star to avoid suspicion. By that time, His Majesty will have already thrown his main forces near the West Star Bridge, and I will lead the fleet forward to the Paromi starfield to suppress it. When I arrive at the Paromi star field, we will look for an opportunity to take control of the entire fleet. I also ask that you find a way to personally deliver another letter to His Majesty, that letter contains the perfect solution to the Toronto rebellion. There are two points to this plan, and I reiterate to you once again that His Majesty's trust and thorough preparation are both necessary, and I would appreciate your full support. I estimate that the Imperial Fleet will once again suffer a crushing defeat in the midst of the battle for the West Star Bridge, for reasons I will not go into in my letter. Since Palomir is at the end of the Sagittarius Arm, it's a long way to travel, and the Imperial Fleet has suffered another heavy defeat, His Majesty will not be able to come back to crush us, and will have to leave us to our own independent self-governance. Then we can wait for the right time to achieve hegemony. If you have a better plan, please ask Jan to send me a reply, he is trustworthy. Love always your son - Alphonse." Jan, who read the letter, shuddered with astonishment. He had never imagined that Alphonse could have laid out his plans so far ahead, or that he had such ample trust in his family's power. After freezing for a long while, he pulled out another letter, this one to His Majesty the Emperor was significantly shorter. 'Honorable Majesty: Your Majesty, I wish you immortal bliss and longevity. Regarding the matter of the rebellion in the Toronto Starfield, I have an effective plan to deal with it. We have a large amount of information about Toronto's Chief Administrator Rebecca in our hands, and this information is able to prove that she had utilized her power in amassing a large amount of wealth, appointing officials in violation of the law, and a series of other evidence of violations of the law. We can handle it this way: First, exaggerate the publication of Rebecca's crimes and specify that this person has arranged for many, many cronies to be in the resistance in an attempt to protect her own interests, pointing out that she is the one who is responsible for causing Toronto's economic collapse. Then, find a suitable candidate to pose as the leader of the revolt to come to terms with us, with the process broadcast live all over Toronto to appease the irate populace. Next, I send marines to land on Toronto to arrest the agitators that Rebecca has arranged. Finally, the Empire intervened to adjust the economy and ease the people's conflicts. By doing so, we will be able to quell this rebellion and effectively carry out economic reforms. I hope Your Majesty will accept it. Your humble servant - Alphonse Alec." Jan slowly put the letter into the envelope, shivering, and put the envelope close to him. He stood up and paced the hatch like a wolf, envy and jealousy in his eyes. 'Why did he have a solid family backing him at birth? Why did he acquire such talent? Why can't I be like him?" He muttered to himself, almost maniacally. Gradually, he began to shake, the irritation from jealousy overpowering the longing from envy, and he stopped, slamming his fist on the table, sending the picture frame bouncing and landing heavily back down. He picked the frame up, stroked his once boyish face in the picture, and said slowly, 'I'm going to give you both the entire Milky Way." With that, he picked up a pen and began to write something on the paper Alphonse had left over. In the lobby of the basement level of the Starport on Achilles, Edward's communicator flashed a few times and an image forced itself to pop up, startling the three men who were sitting in disheveled silence. 'Edward! How dare you hang up my comms!" Elina's exasperated little face whipped around the screen. 'I'm not in a very good mood right now, I don't want to be stubborn with you, he was hit by a flying motorcycle alright." Edward said, his words dripping with powerlessness. 'What happened?" Elina asked. Edward waved his hand and said, 'Hey, it's all in the past." 'I think I'm better..." said Joe, struggling to stand. 'Ugh, I think I need to go to the hospital, this nose of mine keeps bleeding." Freddy stood up as well, fighting back the pain. 'Hey, I'm not done asking!" Edward got up, grabbed Freddy by the shoulder, and said, 'Why did you point a gun at Joe when you showed up?" Freddy covered his nose and said with a helpless look on his face, 'There's no record of you leaving the port in Toronto, and on the Achilles entry declaration you declared four people entering the port, so we thought you were being held hostage! And this man was acting very suspiciously in Starport, looking around the whole way." Joe rubbed his head, trying to dispel the last vestiges of dullness in that brain, as he argued, 'I thought I was being ambushed when I saw your people everywhere." 'Where did it come from being everywhere, just one guy following you guys!" Freddy nearly shouted, the intense facial expression tugging at his injured nose and causing him to grimace again in pain. 'Okay, okay, hospital first." Edward yawned. The three of them arrived at the hospital, and the nurse at the emergency clinic immediately assigned a doctor to Freddy when she saw his sorry state. It didn't take long for a doctor to come to Freddy, who had long been sitting in the treatment chair waiting, and raised his left hand to his face to activate the diagnostic unit in the communicator for paramedics. The doctor shook his head as he said, 'Young man did you get hit by a flying motorcycle? This is a serious injury, the entire bridge of your nose has collapsed in, this nose is crooked, you'll have to use a nanotherapy robot." 'Look! I've said it's very much like a flying motorcycle crash!" Elina's voice suddenly appeared, startling the doctor who was examining the bridge of his nose, followed by a scream of misery from Freddy who was in pain. 'Elina, would you stop being so startled." Edward said, pulling the headphones out of his pocket and putting them back on. The doctor looked at Freddy, who was hurting himself, coughed awkwardly, and said, 'If you want to spend less money, I can inject you with one hundred units of nanobots, and if you want to get better faster, I can inject you with five hundred units of nanobots." 'Five hundred units, come on come on." Freddy half covered his nose and said anxiously. 'Ten thousand credits, payment over there." The doctor said, pointing with his chin to the payment terminal at the door, while he himself got up to prepare the drugs and nanobots. Freddy froze and said, 'That expensive? Better come to a hundred units then." 'Hey hey, I'll pay for it, just five hundred units." The culprit, Edward, stopped the doctor who wanted to change the medication and walked to the door to pay. After the doctor received the reminder of the other's payment, he quickly prepared two syringes and brought them over on a tray. He sat down in front of Freddy and said, 'What about this regular needle, it's some anesthesia-type drug, and this bigger one is a nano-therapy robot now. You don't move yet, let's have an anesthetic shot first." Saying that, the doctor stepped on the pedal underneath the diagnostic chair Freddy was sitting in, and the entire back of the chair slowly fell backwards. He then signaled Edward to hold Freddy's head. Edward stepped forward and held Freddy's head firmly in place. 'Freddy, where are you from?" The doctor asked. 'I'm ah......!" The doctor took advantage of the moment Freddy was distracted by his answer to stab the anesthesia needle accurately into the position above Freddy's human center, entering the needle and pushing the medicine in one fell swoop. Freddy was suddenly stabbed with an extremely deep shot and screamed in pain, his hands clasped the armrests of the diagnostic bed and his legs kept moving out of position. Joe also sucked in a breath of cold air as his hands plugged in at the shock. 'Okay, okay, okay." The doctor put away the syringe as if coaxing a child. He lowered his head and began to adjust the parameters for the nanomedical robot's specialized syringe. 'The nanobots have already been set up for you, and when they enter your body they will start participating in the tissue repair. You don't have to worry about the crooked nose either, these little guys will automatically scan the bone sections and work together to pull the twisted bones back into place. Remember to drink plenty of water after three days, these mission accomplished, energy depleted robots will be expelled from your body with your circulatory system of bodily fluids." Freddy interrupted in horror and said, 'Doc, I can't feel my nose." Blaze was horrified. He was enduring the chastity belt conditioning, and if Carlotta knew that he couldn't endure it at all, would she never take him out of the house again, as the butler had said? He didn't have a bright official position or a good birth, so he really didn't want to give up his identity as a personal guard. Carlotta was grabbed by Blaze's wrist and frowned as she was about to ask directly when a reminder sounded: [Arrived at Royal 1 parking lot]. Once here, it was time to change into Phoenix 1 and return to the Duke's Mansion. Carlotta let go of her hand, raised her eyes to look at Blaze, and said seriously, 'I'm going to take a closer look when we get back, you must have gotten hurt and didn't tell me." There were other soldiers on the Phoenix, Carlotta ignored Blaze. When they arrived at the Duke's mansion, Carlotta got out of the car and held Blaze's hand and went to the bedroom. The housekeeper Hans came over and wanted to talk to Carlotta, but didn't even find a chance. Carlotta closed the bedroom door and made the silent Blaze stand obediently, 'Move and I'll never care about you again." When threatening people, Carlotta's eyes widened a bit, a huff in her azure eyes. Blaze really didn't dare to move again when he saw it. He was afraid that Carlotta would really ignore him, so he stood in military posture with trepidation. In the end, he came out of the army, and after standing up in military posture, Blaze's muscles were taut all over his body. The decent black tuxedo was immediately stretched out and bulged. The buttons of the small vest were even nearly collapsed by the full chest muscles. With a body like this, the term Carlotta had seen online before Doomsday suddenly popped into her head: double-door refrigerator. With a lowering of her eyes, she stared at the lower half of Blaze's body. Well, just to see what happened to her double-door refrigerator Beast Boy's thermos. The weather was just right today. The sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling glass windows spilled evenly into the room, and while it should have been a refreshing day, the atmosphere in the room was incredibly tense. The knot in Blaze's throat rolled and he closed his eyes uneasily. He knew how many times he had gotten an erection in just one morning, so he didn't dare face Carlotta at all. The zipper was unzipped. The hem of his upper shirt was lifted. Blaze bit his tongue, thinking he was about to hear Carlotta's rebuke. But Carlotta's eyes reddened, 'What's this?" Peeling off her pants to look directly at them was actually a particularly out of the ordinary thing for Carlotta. But now, Carlotta only felt that she should have realized it earlier. Blaze sensed that Carlotta's tone wasn't throughly accusatory, and lowered his eyes to look at Carlotta, and all of a sudden he saw Carlotta's eyes filled with watery mist. 'What are you doing wearing these strange bottoms?" Carlotta asked again, trying to tug at the black belt but not being able to shake the firmness of the strange contraption at all. Instead, it strangled the area even harder. Feeling Carlotta's heartache, Blaze opened his mouth and carefully explained, 'Duke-sama, this, this is the chastity lock that your personal escort should wear." 'When accompanying you in public, to, if this place is unashamed, it, is to disgrace you." 'Who says such things?" Carlotta didn't understand, 'Isn't this aspect something you can control yourself? How could such a cruel device be needed?" If males really couldn't control their desires, society would have been in chaos long ago, where would there be a need for such a perverted thing. Carlotta's questioning made Blaze more and more nervous. He didn't dare not to answer Carlotta's question, yet he was afraid that Carlotta would go to the butler to settle the score and anger the butler. After all, the butler was from the palace and represented Her Majesty the Queen. If the butler didn't even schedule his days in the future, then what should he do at night? Blaze hesitantly didn't dare to say anything, his face filled with fear. Carlotta recalled the face of the middle-aged male who claimed to be the butler of the Duke's residence after he woke up in the morning, and his face immediately sank. 'Blaze, are you my beast husband or someone else's? Why do you dare hesitate to answer when I ask?" Carlotta took two steps back and tilted her head to look at Blaze. She was also a great lady from a proper mansion, and at this moment, her eyes were permeated with some indifference that was unique to those in high positions. The delicate and beautiful face was filled with strangeness, which instantly made Blaze afraid. Blaze didn't dare to hide anymore, lowered his head robust broad shoulders shrunk, said in a low voice: 'Lord Duke, you are my master and my female lord." 'I'm sorry, it's my fault. This, this was given to me by the butler, who said that Her Majesty's males in the palace, all have to wear this." Carlotta smiled coldly. She had guessed correctly. A butler from the palace, in a world like this where there was an aristocratic class, was no more than an inferior. Where did he get the right to control her beast husband? Letting him manage the food and clothing of the Duke's residence was already giving face, other than that, Carlotta didn't want to let anyone interfere. Thinking so, seeing as Blaze answered the question, Carlotta took two more steps forward and studied the chastity lock. Seeing the lock hole on it, Carlotta asked, 'Where is the key?" Blaze still had awe for Carlotta in his voice, 'Lord Duke, it's at the butler's place, and he said he would keep it for you ...... because we went out immediately as if we hadn't had time." 'I see." Carlotta scanned up and down, realizing that just by talking, Blaze was soaked as if he had been caught in the rain, and asked, 'You can take a bath with this on?" 'Uh, can, can." Receiving an affirmative answer, Carlotta gave Blaze instructions, 'Go to my bathroom and clean yourself up, then wait for me inside." Carlotta's tone was cold, and there was still residual anger on her delicate little face. Blaze didn't dare to say anything more, his broad palms putting on his own pants, 'Yes, Lord Duke, I'll be right there." He bowed his head and saluted, then left in big strides. Carlotta covered her forehead and calmed down for a while, recalling the images she had seen of her father teaching disobedient subordinates in the past, and reading some relevant laws on the Star Network. After having a rough preparation, Carlotta messaged Richard again. It couldn't be helped that she wasn't from this world and had 0 experience of being an aristocrat in her head, so without asking an authority figure, she was still a bit lacking in confidence. Fortunately, the message she sent out was quickly answered by Richard. After reading Richard's instructions, Carlotta walked out of the room with her head held high. Outside the room stood the two male attendants who had brushed her hair. Carlotta said directly, 'Have the butler come to the study." The two clean-looking male teenagers bowed their heads and said yes. Carlotta sat in the leather chair in the study and waited for Hans to come over. Hans was holding a small box in his hand, and when he came in and saw Carlotta's expression was not right, the smile on his face stiffened for two minutes, and he bowed his head and said, 'Your Excellency the Duke, I've arrived." Carlotta didn't say anything either, staring coldly at Hans. Hans just maintained the posture of bowing his head, not daring to move a muscle. In this orc world, the males who were willing to be attendants were all those with low levels of psychic abilities and low spiritual power. They had no other way out but to choose to serve others to get a better life. Some places would also use females with no fertility value or spiritual power, but the females in the end took up the status of a female, and not many were willing to serve people. With their own low social status and mixed up status, generally speaking male waiters wouldn't dare to call the shots of the nobles. But Hans, after standing for a long time, opened his own mouth and asked Carlotta, 'Dare I ask Lord Duke, after coming to the Duke's mansion I managed the Duke's mansion with dedication, I don't know what I did to make you so angry?" He came to the Duke's mansion as a steward with a mission, where was he willing to be easily taken by the young Carlotta? Carlotta's voice was cold: 'A mere steward, daring to question his master, with that this duke can send you to the squire prison." The squire prison was a punishment institution set up by the nobles in order to pin down the mansion's squire. As long as there was still the class of nobles, it was impossible to truly have equality for all. Once you enter the squire prison, you will not be able to find work when you come out in the future and will only end up in the slums. Even though Hans felt that his master was not Carlotta, he was inevitably shocked by Carlotta's words. After he succeeded in becoming a palace attendant, he had lived a superior life for decades, where would he want to become a pauper? At the same time, Hans also felt strange. After Carlotta woke up in the morning, she treated her attendants with kindness. That sweet and simple smile made him, a middle-aged male, unable to resist his heart. How come now it was like she had changed into a female, her words carrying the characteristic pressure of a superior. Fine beads of sweat appeared on Hans' forehead, he couldn't help but bend his waist a little harder, and respectfully replied to Carlotta, 'Lord Duke, it's Hans' fault, please don't send me to prison." Carlotta changed to a with comfortable posture leaning back in the chair, plain white small hand propped up his chin, absently asked, 'I heard that you are in the palace, the steward of the palace of the crown prince's biological father? Speaking of which, since this Duke has marked Henry, he should also change his tone to address him as father and queen while shouting His Majesty's mother."