"Don't be so impulsive, Luka." The Duke of Aquitaine replied calmly, "I don't mean to despise you. Not only your soldiers, but even my soldiers have not yet rewarded them. Of course, when it comes to rewarding, I won't care about yours. If you have any merits, you will reward them together. You can just rest assured."

"But the battle has been over long ago! The Bastille was captured, Paris was occupied, and the Count of Ile-de-France was captured. Why do you still have to drag the rewards? When are you going to drag it?"

"No, the battle has not been finished. Not long ago, so many nobles were captured - this incident was a hot topic. You can't have heard of it in Paris, right?" said the Duke of Aquitaine, "The enemy is staring at us secretly, and the soldiers will relax when they get the reward. Once they relax, they will give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of it."

"But this has nothing to do with me! Our mission has been completed! I just want to get the reward they deserve for my subordinates!"

"Luka, you are disrupting the morale of the army. If I give the reward to your army first, and my army has nothing, what will my soldiers think?" The Duke of Aquitaine said in a deep voice, "Don't forget that all the rewards you and your army can receive must be based on the premise of my victory. If I fail, the Earl of Ile-France or the faction of the pro-Earl of Ile-France will regain power, and you will all be defeated into chaos and will not die well."

Luka was once again speechless by the Duke of Aquitaine.

"If you have any questions, please ask them and don't be restricted." The Duke of Aquitaine said lightly, "After all, you are a hero. As long as it is a reasonable request, I will satisfy you."

After saying that, the Duke of Aquitaine gave another wink to the chef beside him: "Why don't you clean up the dining table and go and prepare a beef for Miss Luka? She is my guest, just watching at the dining table, what do you think?"

Then, he smiled and pointed forward: "Don't stand and sit for a while,"

Luka took a long breath, finally pulled a chair and sat in front of the Duke of Aquitaine.

"I don't want to eat any beef, I just want to know when my soldiers will get the reward?"

"Are you really that anxious?"

The Duke of Aquitaine knocked his fingers on the table several times.

"In this way, it will be decided to be held after the public trial of the Count of Ile de France. As soon as the Count of Ile de France dies, I will reward you with what you deserve. How about?"

"Okay, when will the public trial be held?"

"It depends on you," said the Duke of Aquitaine with a smile. "I decided that you were solely responsible for the trial of the Count of Ile de France."

"Me? Why me?"

"Because you are the leader of the rebel army, representing the voice of the people. And the voice of the people is the most just - everyone thinks so, don't they?"

"I don't want to get involved in this matter anymore!" Luka slapped his hand on the table and stood up again, "The Black Death may not be the Earl of France. He did acquiesce to the existence of the Abraham Church, but you also acquiesce to it! You are not very different from him!"

"Why are you saying this again?" said the Duke of Aquitaine coldly, "Did you choose to stand on my side for justice? Are you standing on my side, aren't you standing on my side for your subordinates to get rewards for?"

"I……"

Luka tightly grabbed the tablecloth on the dining table.

"Luka, maybe you are indeed a person with a sense of justice," said the Duke of Aquitaine, "but you have to think about your life and death subordinates with you, right?"

After some struggle, Luka turned around helplessly:

"I understand... I will go and judge the Count of Ile-de-France as soon as possible."

"No...turn your body, Luka, I haven't let you go yet."

"What else do you want me to do!"

"About another rebel army outside the city." Duke Aquitaine held his chin with his hand, "Confirm first, you have no private contact with them, right?"

Luka turned around in shock: "Why should I contact them??"

"Just make a little confirmation," said the Duke of Aquitaine, "then... do you know any information about them?"

"I don't know anything! They have nothing to do with me!"

"Okay." Duke Aquitaine stretched out his hand with a smile, "Then I won't leave you to have a meal."

Luka glared at the Duke of Aquitaine, turned around, and left Versailles without looking back. The heavy armor left a series of "click" sounds in the corridor.

After a long time, the chef came over with another plate of beef. Seeing that Luka was gone, he couldn't help but look at the Duke of Aquitaine in embarrassment:

"Duke, this plate of meat..."

The Duke of Aquitaine glanced at the plate of meat: "No one wants it, take it to feed the dogs. In the evening, remember to prepare all kinds of vegetarian food for me."

"All...all-vegetarian?"

The chef stayed for a while. The Duke of Aquitaine had never made such a request for so many years.

"Don't ask more questions, let's be vegetarian." The Duke of Aquitaine rubbed his eyes, "Let me stay here quietly for a while."

As an experienced politician, the Duke of Aquitaine could keenly feel that there was a danger coming. But he could not find out where the danger would come from. He had suspected that Luka was the enemy's inner support, but from the conversation just now, she just wanted to get rewards for her subordinates as soon as possible.

"Maybe, it's better to be quiet than to move."

He murmured and said to himself.

"I'll wait in the city, and I'll execute the Count of Ile-de-France and finish the inauguration ceremony. I don't believe that there will be someone who will be able to attack Paris during this period."

So, a few more days passed.

The ceremony of inauguration and the public trial of the Count of Ile de France were being prepared smoothly. Except for the relatives of captured nobles who came to the Duke of Aquitaine from time to time to cry, and always heard rumors about his daughter's marriage for nobility for no reason, there was nothing else that bothered the Duke of Aquitaine.

What a little strange about the Duke of Aquitaine was that the date of the inauguration ceremony was approaching, and most of the lords who could come should have arrived in Paris. But in the past few days, he had not waited for it alone.

——"Duke! Not good!"

The general who was arranged by him to strengthen his defense work ran over in panic.

"What's going on?" Duke Aquitaine had a bad premonition. "You won't tell me that all the lords who came to attend the meeting were tied up by robbers, right?"

"No... no one comes at all!"

The general patted his chest panting.

"I don't know where the rumors came out, but now it's spreading outside Paris... Say, say..."

"say what?"
Chapter completed!