Salute To The General

Chapter 2771



Cercis Estate was as wide as eighty thousand square meters, and that was where the famous Duke Szymon of Eagleland resided. At that moment, Szymon was in his office in the castle in the estate.

Seated on his chair, Szymon puffed out clouds of smoke from his cigar while reading the newspaper with narrowed eyes.

That was a habit of his.

Every morning, he would go horseriding, fencing, or do some other exercise. After breakfast, he would resign to his office and read the newspaper to get an idea of what was happening at that time.

The decoration in his office was luxurious.

Behind him was a gigantic oil painting of a general of Eagleland on a horse. The general was waving his sword in the air, commanding the Eaglelandian army to attack the enemies.

If one were to pay closer inspection to the painting, one could tell that the general in the painting was none other than the duke himself.

The oil painting was a commemoration of the war where Szymon had gained fame. With thirty thousand troops, he had vanquished one hundred thousand rebel troops from a colonizing country, making history.

Inside the office, various stuffed specimens of deer heads hung on the wall. The chairs were also laid with different fur and skin of wild animals. All those were the results of Szymon's hunting incidents.

He had transformed the hunted animals into various specimens or had used their skin and fur as decorations, usually as coverings of the chairs or rugs beneath his feet.

His office was also ornamented with a plethora of antiques such as an ancient rifle, swords, or priceless aged fine wine.

Nevertheless, the most shocking thing in his office was a glass cab with less than twenty objects on display.

Those objects were skulls that were covered with different markings.

Every one of those skulls did not have a simple past. Each skull was once a powerful big shot or general.

Those men had been those who had lost against Szymon in a war when he had conquered many lands. Once they were defeated, Szymon would cut off their heads at end of the battle.

Their skulls were then made into decorative art with markings carved onto them and placed into Szymon's glass cab, becoming a display of pride of a psychopath.

At that moment, Szymon was reading the newspaper. A delicate and exquisite jade seal was on his desk. It was the same jade seal that Nathan had been robbed of.

The imperial jade seal had been used as a paperweight, tossed carelessly on the desk.

Knock! Knock!

All of a sudden, a knock came on the door, interrupting Szymon from reading the papers.

Szymon's dark expression darkened even more. "Who is it?" No trace of emotion could be detected in his voice.

The person outside replied politely, "It's Piero, Your Grace!"

Szymon's cold voice rang out once more. "Didn't I tell you to not disturb me unless there's an emergency?"

"Your Grace, President Cross of Eurasia is here."

Huh?

A look of surprise flashed across Szymon's eyes. In the next second, he collected himself and huffed. "What's he doing here?"

"If my guess is correct, he's here for the imperial jade seal of Eurasia," answered Piero.

Szymon was taken aback when he

heard Piero's answer. His gaze turned to the¶ade seal on top of his desk. With a raised eyebrow, he sneered. Hah! Interesting. He thought that he can take this

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precious antique back from our country just because he had spent some amount on it. Too bad. I won't have it. As long as I don't allow it, he can't even take a pebble back to their country!" Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

Piero smirked. “Of course. This is our country and our territory. We're the ones in charge here. Even if Nathan is the president of Eurasia, he's nothing as long as he's here."Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

After a brief pause, he continued,

"Besides, when Your Grace was

conquering the lands and leaving the

entire world in awe, Nathan was

probably still in diapers. If you're

unwilling, he can't even take a pebble away from Eagleland, much less the imperial jade seat." Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

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When Piero had said that, he laughed. "You have never liked Eurasians, Your Grace. In your presence Eurasians are usually pathetic lapdogs, just like Quintin from Robin Security. I'm assuming o meet

that you would not want

Nathan. I'll ask him to leave now."

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With that said, Piero prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, Szymon's cold voice rang out. "Hold it. Since when did I say I'm not meeting Nathan Cross?