The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

The royal capital of the Ryan Kingdom, Roland City.

Since the beginning of spring, the sky here has always been gray, as if harboring a rainstorm that refuses to fall.

Newcastle staggered, drunkenly, back to his apartment in the central district.

He casually tossed the hat that symbolized his propriety onto the coat rack, loosened the collar that almost choked him, and sank into the leather sofa.

Just a few days ago, another meeting was held at the Summer Palace. Perhaps to showcase the citizens' strength, Baron Wickton expanded the 6-person seat to 12.

However, he held little hope for Baron Wickton's reforms.

Because the only sensible person resigned, Professor Ferguson, who was quite renowned in cultural circles, completely left this city, leaving behind people like him who were just spectators, or clowns who vigorously participated.

While the commoners fought tooth and nail over a piece of moldy black bread, these so-called citizens debated all afternoon about whether squab should be stewed in thick soup or clear broth.

Some even cited texts, arguing from ancient books that "roast squab" was the cooking method in line with knightly spirit, while other methods were sacrilegious.

Newcastle must clarify that this was not his topic. While the Campbell people are humorous, this humor is private; he wouldn't seriously bring such comedic matters to the Summer Palace.

Reflecting on what he had just seen, he couldn't help but feel that Professor Ferguson had done too much damage to this city.

On the surface, his departure seemed to have no impact on the city, as, after all, the gentleman did not command a single soldier.

However, without his scolding, the moral level of the twelve Members of Parliament plummeted almost immediately.

Including himself.

Although he did not speak, he couldn't suppress a laugh.

But laughter aside, Newcastle sincerely felt that this group of people had probably gone mad.

Even someone like him could see that Roland City had become a powder keg. If it weren't for needing to earn money, repay loans... he might have already made a break for it.

As he rubbed his aching temples, pondering how to handle tonight's social events, the valet quietly entered, with a silver tray holding an exquisite letter.

The envelope not only bore wax seals with intricate patterns but also emitted a strong rose fragrance, starkly contrasting with the room's stale tobacco scent.

"Sir, your letter."

"Put it in my drawer."

"But... this letter was sent by Miss Mare Langbane." The valet subtly hinted, indicating that the letter was not from the citizens, nor from the peasantry.

"Langbane?"

Newcastle raised an eyebrow, quickly searching his memory for this surname.

Soon, a family with a baron title, whose estate lay not far from the outskirts of Roland City, surfaced in his memory—

That was the treasure he could not obtain!

At this thought, Newcastle immediately perked up, the decay of his bearing dissipating, as he sat up straight and carefully opened the envelope.

A whiff of fragrant air hit him, and graceful handwriting came into view.

"Dear Mr. Newcastle:

I take the liberty of writing to you. I have just returned to Roland City after a trip to Thunder City, which was truly an unforgettable experience. Particularly, on the night I watched 'Bell Sound' at the Colin Grand Theater, I was deeply moved by the emotional story..."

Newcastle Member of Parliament read line by line, without a hint of impatience.

Unlike those penny-pinching paupers, this letter with its graceful handwriting began with no focus, almost like Miss Mare Langbane's travel journal of Thunder City and an outline of 'Bell Sound's' story.

Though he had not visited Thunder City recently, nor seen the play, thanks to the generous Miss Langbane, he finished the play within a minute.

Simply put, it was a love story, similar tales were plenty at the Roland City Grand Theater, though he similarly had no time to indulge.

After skimming through the entire story, Newcastle finally found the "but" he had been seeking behind the lengthy preamble.

Usually, it's the punctuation of nonsense.

"...but! I still have to say, more moving than the bell sound on stage was the demeanor of the Campbell gentlemen. They are not only punctual but also proper, and very, very courteous."

"I didn't know that nobles need to book a box of other nobles, just when the servant at the Colin Grand Theater made me feel embarrassed, a Campbell Member of Parliament, resembling you, kindly invited me to his box to watch together. And when I was moved to tears by the touching love on stage, he considerately handed me a white, soft tissue. Oh, Saint Sith above... no wonder the Campbell Duchy is the epitome of the Land of Knights."

"For a moment I almost fell in love, his eyes seemed to contain the entire Star Sea, I might even overlook his lack of a noble title. Unfortunately, he told me he was already married, which is truly regrettable, I envy his wife. How can a commoner have such enviable love?"

"Upon returning to Roland City, it felt like returning to the primeval forest, such contrast moved me to tears. The actors at the Saint Roland Grand Theatre have no idea how to perform, and our gentlemen are incredibly rude, I don't mean to criticize them for managing their own snot, but... surely they can't wipe it on their sleeves? How are they any different from goblins?"

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