Chapter 158 Either or
Chapter 158 Either or
Endure? I won't endure it! I don't even want the title of Duke, why should I care about your family's shitty traditions?
After looking at himself in the mirror with great disgust and seeing his pale face, Leon, who had always been polite, finally couldn't help but rolled his eyes at the old butler.
I originally thought that keeping everything simple and compressing the lengthy succession ceremony into one day would save a lot of trouble. Who would have known that even the "simplest" version of the succession ceremony would be so cumbersome that it took me more than two hours just to get dressed and put on makeup.
Not only did he change into an extremely complicated set of clothes according to the corresponding attire for the nobility, but he even had to stuff special pads between his legs, making the area in the area bulge out, supposedly to make him look more masculine.
In addition, I had to put a wig on my head, lipstick on my lips, eye makeup and facial wax on my eyes and face, and even the exposed skin on my forehead and neck had to be covered with a thick layer of lead powder. I repeatedly refused and finally switched to harmless cream powder.
After going through all this, they had to sit in this carriage that was said to have profound significance and drive along the main road of Redwood Avenue, leaving "lion footprints" on the wheels, implying that the new Duke of Lionheart had arrived in his territory...
After all this mess, he was already annoyed and angry, but the whole succession ceremony hadn't even begun yet!
It's total bullshit!
After using his sleeve to soak some water and ruthlessly wiping off the mess on his face, Leon turned the door handle of the carriage and jumped out.
We must not follow their instructions again. If we continue like this, who knows how many torturous and bizarre processes will be waiting for us in the future!
"Your Excellency the Duke? Makeup! Makeup!"
"Why are you wearing makeup? I don't want to wear it anymore!"
After removing the wig from his head and wiping the marks on his face, Leon looked at the old butler who was chasing him angrily and threatened with a dark face:
"Either I go like this, or you guys make someone else the Duke! Your choice!"
Do I have a choice?
Seeing the new duke in front of him, whose patience had been worn out and who was throwing a tantrum, the old butler knew that he was really not joking, so he could only chop his feet twice with all his strength, then covered his chest and begged bitterly:
"I...I'll listen to you, okay? But please get back to the car..."
"I'm not going back!"
Leon, whose patience had already been completely exhausted, looked at the carriage behind him that was decorated with jewels and looked like a nouveau riche, and said unhappily:
"This car is stupid and it can't get through. Either give me a new car or you can get a Duke!"
The old butler shook his head repeatedly when he heard this, and said with a look of despair:
"Your Excellency the Duke! This really cannot be changed! Every duke who succeeds to the throne must leave a 'lion's footprint' on Redwood Avenue. This is a tradition! If you change this car, what will happen to the lion's footprint..."
"What the hell are those lion footprints? Aren't they just marks left by wheels? Just push the wheels and run over them. Don't use them to mess with me!"
"This... this... this really can't be! This didn't make sense before..."
After finally wiping off the honey cream mixed with pearl powder on his face, Leon, who no longer wanted to make any compromises, threatened in a vicious voice:
"Either there's no sense, or there's no duke, which one do you want!"
I...I want to die!
Seeing the new duke leaving his maids and guards and walking towards the manor on foot, the old butler felt dizzy. If he had not paid attention to his manners, he would have probably beaten his chest and cried on the spot.
Old Duke! You died happily after choosing this weirdo, but he still wants to torment us! You...why didn't you take me with you?
Just as the old butler was holding onto the carriage, beating his chest and stamping his feet in agony, a duke's voice came from the front.
"Come here!"
After getting off the car and walking a few steps, Lyon saw a pile of overturned carriages on both sides of the road.
He turned around and waved to the old butler. When he caught up with him panting, Leon pointed at several large boxes of broken porcelain on the roadside with a frown and asked with dissatisfaction:
"Look at what you did. Not only did you force someone to go down the road, but you also smashed their goods. Who pushed them down? Hurry up and pay them back!"
"Your Excellency the Duke... this... this was not done by us."
Hearing that he would have to pay compensation, after stealing a glance at Yanang's expression, a dark-faced guard couldn't help but speak up and defend himself: "Before your carriage arrived, these carriages had already overturned on the side of the road. They must have fallen when the group of people ahead drove them off."
The wave of people in front?
"Mr. Duke... Your Majesty."
After finally catching his breath, the old butler first asked the servant, then explained with a pale face:
"The one in front should be His Highness Joshua's carriage. It was the one that passed by us when we were waiting for you to get in the car at the intersection."
Oh, it turned out to be the guy who almost splashed mud all over me.
After hearing the old butler's words, Leon couldn't help but snort with disgust when he remembered the eye-catching carriage that was also pulled by eight horses.
The nobles, the royal family...tsk...none of them are good!
He turned his head to look at the merchants crying sadly on the roadside. Based on the principle that he didn't have to pay for it anyway, he should be as generous as possible, so he asked directly:
"Then pay the money! After all, if I hadn't delivered the goods to your house, I wouldn't have run into him. It's reasonable for your Ryan family to bear some of the compensation."
"This……"
"What is this?"
Leon, who had not slept well to begin with and had been tossed around so hard, was in a particularly bad mood. He turned around, squinted his eyes and looked at the old butler, and said arrogantly:
"Either you pay the money back, or someone else takes over..."
"Pay, pay, pay! Pay it all!"
After being threatened by Leon with quitting several times, the old butler's heart, which was already on the verge of breaking point, would beat uncontrollably whenever he heard the word "either".
After covering his heart that was beating wildly, the old butler felt that he would die at least ten years later today. He reached out and grabbed Leon's arm. His legs were shaking unconsciously, and he begged bitterly with a sad face:
"My Lord Duke! I will agree to whatever you want to do! Can you please stop saying 'or'? The Ryan family cannot survive without you! I am old... I am not in good health, and I really cannot bear this..."
Ah this...
Seeing the old butler with a slightly purple face, holding his arms tightly with both hands, and looking like he would kneel down on the spot if he dared not agree, Leon couldn't help but hesitate.
Logically speaking, although in the soul's vision, this old butler is not a good person, he is mainly involved in conspiracy and power struggles, and he should not have done anything that would anger God or people. Besides, he is already so old, isn't it a bit wrong to torment him?
But... I'm really not prepared to be the Duke. When the succession ceremony starts and everyone is present, I'll have to find a way to turn it down. Looking at his purple face from holding it in, will he be able to hold it in after he knows what he wants to do?
"Well... I have something to tell you, and I think it's best to let you know first. Don't get too excited when you hear it..."
After hesitating for a while, Leon reached out and supported the old butler's back, then cautiously moved over and whispered to the somewhat "flattered" old butler:
"When everyone is gathered, I will propose to the princess in front of everyone, using the entire Ryan family as a betrothal gift. In this way, they can either change someone to become the duke, or get nothing at all! What do you think?"
"..."
"Fuck! Don't fall! Stand up straight! Ouch! Why are you spitting?"
(End of this chapter)