The restaurant of Burnett's house is very big. Although there is only one maid, she is not pretty, but she is very strong. The most important thing is that her hands and feet are quick enough. She pushed the dining cart and kept going back and forth between the kitchen and the restaurant, distributing dishes in the order of seats, and putting exquisite knife and fork and chopsticks on the dining table. The reason why these two tableware appeared on the dining table at the same time was completely the result of the emperor's own will being forcibly implemented. The indigenous people of the Labangka world were not used to using chopsticks, and they were in this regard with the west of the earth.

The world has the same preferences. Forced use of chopsticks was something that happened after the end of the Kingdom War. Many people objected to this, and many people became very interested in this new tableware. Of course, many people did not argue with it, believing that whether it was a knife or fork or chopstick, they were just auxiliary tools for eating. Even if the emperor himself ordered that the use of any tableware be prohibited, he could still hold the food in his hands and put it into his mouth. But in that case, it looked funny and primitive.

A group of opponents who shouted the most and were most emotional were cut off their heads. The surging protests immediately disappeared. Compared with what tools to use to eat, whether the head can be left on the shoulders is much more important. Opposition can only be carried out in private. For example, now, some members of the Burnett family use chopsticks and some use knife and fork.

When people get old, they see many things more clearly than when they were young.

Looking back, the emperor's decision to use chopsticks was not so tough. If it weren't for those conservative bastards holding up banners and marching on the streets, and giving the emperor and his relatives the most intimate greetings, they would have lived until now like themselves.

The Imperial Intelligence Agency's spies were everywhere, and those who used chopsticks and forks could not hide their eyes. However, no policeman broke into the house and took people away. Although more and more people used chopsticks, there were still people who insisted on using knife and forks. As long as they were honest, they would do whatever they should do, and the emperor never cared about such small things. To be fair, the emperor was actually much better than the kings during the Kingdom Wars. Yes, he did kill people like a numb. But those guys who died at his hands did have reasons to be killed. If it were Burnett himself, there would be more people with their heads cut off.

The maid who seemed to be coarse benzene delivered a series of delicious meals to people. There were braised lamb legs with garlic, fish with strong sauce, and chicken stewed with top-notch cream. The green and tender cabbage was cut into thin strips and poured with delicious salad oil on the surface. Pickled cucumbers and sauerkraut have always been essential dishes on the table of Burnett's house. Although they are very ordinary, everything from the selection of ingredients to the pickling of Burnett himself must be checked by Burnett himself. He always felt that the sauerkraut bought from the street tasted badly, and he stubbornly asked the chef to ferment honey and wine according to the ancient aristocratic methods. Only when the pickled cucumbers made in this way can they feel a "crunchy" crispy feeling when chewed in their mouths, with a faint fragrance, slightly sweet and slightly salty, which is perfect for the newly baked black bread.

Burnett's seat is special, which is a special way to hollow out the dining table and support the legs of the table so that the movable bed can be pushed in so that Burnett can lie down and eat. He can no longer get out of bed to move, and food has become the thing he most hopes for in his life. This is his last freedom and no one can take it away.

The braised lamb legs were made very delicious. Burnett ate it slowly and felt it was not enough, so he asked the maid standing next to him to add a large piece of it. Just as he waved his knife and fork to continue dealing with the fat and juicy lamb in front of him, the doorbell rang.

The little grandson reacted quickly and ran over to open the door.

There were two visitors. The head was a woman in casual clothes. She wore a black veil-covered hood on her head, and her body movements looked very young. The moment she walked into the room, Burnett, who was excited, felt upset, and a trace of instinctive fear appeared deep in her eyes.

The woman's cap was embroidered with a lily flower. The number and shape of the petals were all familiar to Burnett. Only the descendants of the nobles who had disappeared for many years and had cut off contact with him would use this special logo.

Burnett's son noticed a change in his father's mood. He glanced at the two guests standing in the living room, stood up and walked to the moving bed, and asked worriedly: "What's wrong?"

"Push me into the bedroom."

After a few seconds of silence, a hint of forced smile appeared on Burnett's stiff face. He patted his son's hand and said gently: "Don't get me wrong, they are our old friends, old friends a long time ago."

The bedroom is an enclosed space. According to Burnett's requirements, the architectural layout and materials here have good sound insulation. The maid placed the movable bed in a fixed position, closed the door and left, leaving only Burnett and two guests in the room.

The woman in black squatted around her and let out a cold snorkeling from her nostrils: "I can't tell, you're having a happy life."

Burnett's eyes flashed and his hands were gently lying in front of him: "Why not? Life is so short. If you don't cherish every day, wouldn't you be sorry for going to this world for nothing?"

“You seem to be satisfied with your current civilian status?”

The woman in black pulled a chair from the side and sat down, saying sarcastically: "A noble Marquis Burnett, is this what you want?"

The word "marquis" awakens some memories deep in Burnett's mind. It is a memory he once wanted to completely forget and never remember. It represents dignity, but it also means death.

Burnett couldn't help but tremble, and his soft flesh suddenly became tense: "Don't say the word "marquis" to me again. It has become a thing of the past. Some things do not belong to me, and I don't want to fight for it. Living is more important than anything else. You may not be able to understand the true meaning now, but as long as you really let go of your mood, you will feel that what I'm telling is the truth."

"I don't think so."

The woman in black still sneered: "That was earned back by our fathers and ancestors. They have paid too much for this world. They are loyal to the king and get recognition of identity and power from the king. As descendants, I have the right to inherit all this. However, a mere slave changed everything. I will never agree with any hellish emperor. He is a pariah, a slave, and is our eternal, the greatest enemy."

Burnett didn't say anything, he quietly stared at the ostentatious and wild woman in front of him. For some reason, Burnett only felt that the female visitor was very dangerous. The feeling was very strong, and he always held his heart tightly.

"Who are you?"

After pondering for a while, Burnet asked slowly, "Speak your first and last name."

"My name is Delia. As for the surname, it is the great Viklar."

The woman in black unbuttoned her cap and exposed her long golden hair as soft as tassels. Her skin looked milky white under the light, and her towering nose bridge was beating and active. Her figure was graceful, especially her blue eyes, which released intoxicating light at all times.

"Viclar... Duke Viklar, the most powerful real person in Safili's country, and the most prominent family during the Kingdom War."

Among the descendants of the nobles, Burnett can be regarded as a living dictionary. He didn't spend much effort to remember the entire content of the surname "Viclar". It was a duke who was captured by Tong Yanfeng's army, refused to surrender, and jumped from the tower at the highest point of the castle. Viclar's death caused a great sensation in the kingdoms at that time. For more than a hundred years, Burnett sent people to look for descendants of the Viclar family, but there was no news. Until later, Burnett himself lost his fighting spirit and waited for old age and death in silence and time. However, he did not expect that the other party would take the initiative to find him.

Burnett does not think that the woman in black in front of him is a fake. The Viklar clan has been famous for its abundant beauty and handsome men since ancient times. This gene that is passed down in the bloodline cannot be impersonated by any outsider. Her blonde hair and blue eyes prove it. Of course, it is not appropriate to determine someone's identity by appearance alone. But among the descendants of the nobles, no one will tell this. The emperor's rule is becoming more and more stable, and the descendants of the nobles have become flies in the dark corners. As long as someone is willing to be one of them, they will welcome them. As for identity... there is actually no difference between the duke and the viscount, it is just a noun that exists verbally.

Burnett's eyes looked at Delia like a sharp sword, and the latter also looked at him without any weakness. The cold and dead confrontation lasted for several minutes, and in the end, Burnett was defeated first. He slowly closed his eyes, waved his hand, and asked tiredly: "Tell me what do you want?"

"The entire list you have, and all the external contact channels."

Delia replied lightly: "You are old and deserve my respect. You have done a lot for the restoration of the kingdom. Since you are willing to enjoy your old age, I will give you this right as a duke."

Burnett was unmoved. He lay on the bed, staring at Delia with his gray eyes, and said word by word: "Many people on the list are old. As far as I know, they are like me, and they don't want to participate in this plan anymore. Just last year, I had a conversation with everyone. Even the youngest on the list is over 150 years old. We don't have the energy to complete the plan, and the title and noble status are optional. I can hand over the list to you, but you have to promise not to harass my old brothers again."

This is not Burnett's nonsense, he did, and almost everyone on the list said they wanted to leave and give up. Life is much more important than the unattainable restoration.

Delia's eyes narrowed slightly. She stood up, walked to the bed, and looked down at Burnett from a high point. This action had a clear threatening element. Burnett's mouth twitched a few times, and his right hand immediately grabbed a hidden crossbar beside the bed. It was a mechanism preset in advance. Pressed down with force, and the hospital bed would immediately eject more than a dozen sharp arrows, nailing the opponent to the wall on the spot.

The woman has not moved, but Burnett felt that this was a test. She seemed to know that she had a backup plan, but she did not force her. Perhaps, she was planning something.

"Do you know, I really hate dealing with you old guys."

Suddenly, a hint of disgust appeared on Delia's beautiful face: "You are rigid and conservative, without any enterprising spirit. You have forgotten the glory of your ancestors and do not want to restore your former reputation. Marquis Burnett, when I first heard your name, I also heard many deeds about you. You are a brave man, and you are willing to give up everything to fight against the emperor. I can understand the continuous failure, the lack of hope, and the repeated torture of time on confidence. But you have to think about others. Your son, your grandson, and their descendants. Perhaps, one day in the future, they can still bear the title of "marquis" after their surnames."

"No, this is impossible" Burnett shook his head almost subconsciously.

“Nothing is impossible.”

Delia's attitude was very firm: "How can I know if it's impossible if I don't try?"

"We've tried it, with no hope of success."

"That's because you're stupid and very stupid. If you're the leader now, you'll have a great chance of success."

"You don't understand the difficulties at all. We don't have funds, can't get more support, and the people cannot stand on our side."

"I can solve all difficulties. As long as I do it, there is hope."

A sneer appeared on Burnett's face and kept shaking his head: "You are too arrogant. You don't know how powerful a dragon you are facing. Yes, the emperor is a dragon, he regards this as a symbol of the country. In front of him, you are a tiny ant."

"Enough"

Delia was furious at Burnett's sarcasm. She interrupted Burnett with a stern voice: "Support the list, I don't have time to talk to you too much. This is a war between us and the emperor, either participate or leave. It's that simple."

Burnett snorted from his nostrils: "What if I refuse?"

This is not because of selfishness, but for the elderly who are willing to enjoy peace. Just now, Bernette has discovered that Delia is an extremely crazy woman. Such a person will do whatever he does. The list falls into her hands, and those friends will only be forced to be dragged into a chariot. They will not accept this fate, and the result will either be captured by the Imperial Intelligence Agency or become consumables in Delia's hands.

"reject?"

Delia obviously didn't expect Burnett to say this word. She glanced at Burnett in surprise, then pretended to be over, and looked at the closed door behind her.

"When I walked in, it was a door opened by a little boy for me."

Delia volleyed and suddenly showed a devilish smile: "I saw a lot of people in the restaurant outside. They should be your son, daughter, or son-in-law. It is so happy to have family company. Even I feel envious of this lively scene. Do you know, I have never had a mother since I was a child. I don't know if she died? Or did she abandon me for some reason? I am very beautiful, right? This is the result of my father raping me since he was six years old. He forced me to go out and get money for men, then buy him wine and food, and satisfy his desires every day... This is not the life that aristocrats should have, I should live better than this. So, I slept with a pharmacist and got some powerful anesthetics. While my father was sleeping, I cut off his head, chopped his body into pieces, and then used it to feed the dog."

Burnett listened quietly, but his face became paler.

Delia's threat is a suggestive nature. She can't bear to sympathize with outsiders if she can kill her father. Regardless of the authenticity of her story, the woman who can say this is extremely cruel.

She mentioned her family, which was Burnett's weakness. Burnett believed that Delia would have made arrangements before entering her home. If she refused, she had to bear the revenge rage from the lunatic woman.

Thinking of this, Burnett swallowed hard, slowly raised his right hand, pointed to the floor nearby, and said in a cold and plain voice: "Just be below, take it yourself."

The floor was moving. If you moved it away hard, you could see a small wooden box. Inside the box was a roll of old yellow parchment paper filled with hundreds of names and countless fingerprints that had turned light black.

These are the only people that Burnett can contact. This is only part of the descendants of the nobles. To be on the safe side, the list is not controlled by a certain person alone, it is only one-fifth of the total participants in the plan. In other words, in addition to Burnett, there are four other people who have different lists.

Delia took out a pen from her pocket and crossed out the "Marquis Burnett" who was ranked first on the list.

This action once again caused Burnett's panic. He struggled to lift his body and asked in surprise and angrily: "What are you thinking about?"

"You refuse to participate in the program and refuse to hand over the list. Although I have this piece of paper now, what you do has shown that you no longer belong to us."

The dullness in Delia's eyes completely faded away, revealing the arrogance and sinister hidden behind it: "Since that's the case, there is no need for your name to continue. The blood of Marquis Burnett must be terminated here. The nobles are noble, and we will never compromise with the untouchables. Either die or fight, there are only these two ways."
Chapter completed!