"Um?"

The Duke of Aquitaine blinked. This report, which was too far from expected, failed to react for a long time:

"Are you talking about the fourth-rate poems sung by the bard in a third-rate tavern?"

"It's not poetry! It's rumors! It's spreading like this in the countryside outside the city!"

"How the hell did this rumor spread?" Duke Aquitaine swears, "Just just hear it, you know it's very unreliable!"

"Yes, I know it's very unreliable." The general wiped his sweat, "but according to my observation, among the many rumors, those civilians are most interested in this one and spread the most..."

"Wait, you just said...many rumors?" The Duke of Aquitaine alerted, "That is, there are other rumors?"

"Some! My subordinates have collected all kinds of rumors!"

The general patted his chest hard, making his heart beat gradually calm:

"For example, there is a rumor that Duke, you did occupy Paris and put the Earl of France in a cell. However, in the later election meeting, the election did not support you as the new consul. Each election wanted to choose himself, and the final election meeting turned into a fight. Duke, you were smashed by Mainz's election in the fight with a punch. When you covered your nose and screamed, the King of Bohemia secretly tripped you up and let you fall out of the window and fall into the dung pile outside the window. When the soldiers came to rescue you, you were already suffocated to death in the dung pile..."

"I was selected by Mainz to break the bridge of his nose with a punch? That old guy could not even hold the plate. Am I better than a plate?" Duke Aquitaine was furious, "How come there is a pile of dung under the conference room? Is it convenient for me to sit on the window of the conference room every day? Ah?"

"Yes, I know it's outrageous, but those civilians have never even entered Paris, let alone the Palace of Versailles. In their perception, it is normal to have manure piles outside the house, after all, they can be used to fertilize and farm..."

The general said, while looking carefully at the Duke of Aquitaine:

"In addition to the two above, there is another rumor that is widely circulated: Duke, you have entered the Palace of Versailles, but there are still a large number of confidants of the Count of Ile de France in the city. Just when Duke, you were out on a march, they suddenly made a huge noise on the side of the road, and then they killed them from the side of the road. Although Duke, your soldiers blocked them, your mount was frightened by the sound, running all the way, and finally fell into a very deep cesspool. And for some reason, the cesspool suddenly exploded. When the soldiers rushed over, the manure had already splashed all over the ground due to the explosion, and Duke, you were already in the cesspool...."

"Why does the cesspool explode? No, why is it another cesspool??"

The Duke of Aquitaine was so angry that he stamped his feet on the ground.

"I live well, very well, and I will appear on the streets of Paris every day! The citizens of Paris, nobles, even horses in horse sheds and bugs on trees can testify for me! How could I be rumored to be killed by feces? How did this rumor spread!"

Looking at the already crazy Duke of Aquitaine, the general took a step back with fear and continued:

"Yes, some people who came out of Paris said they had seen you not long ago. However, there was also a related rumor about this... They said that after the death of Duke of Aquitaine, the Earl of France in the prison was released and became the consul again. He blocked the news from the outside world, and still pretended to be your victory, and invited many lords in your name. Those nobles who accepted your invitation would be judged as political enemies by the Earl of France. And the you that people see on the street every day are actually pretended to be the sister of the Earl of France..."

Looking at the gradually bleak face of the Duke of Aquitaine, the general spoke softer and softer:

"It is said that when he was young, the sister of the Count of Ile de France once worshipped a noble, handsome, and handsome 'White Knight' and learned the art of disguise. A few days ago, after the four candidates in Paris were captured by thieves, the rumor spread even more. People were talking about... These nobles were actually all over the plan of the Count of Ile de France and were dealt with by him!"

"That is," said the Duke of Aquitaine with a pale face, "I have to issue a special statement now, and travel around the nearby villages to prove that I am still alive?"

"I'm afraid it's useless..."

The general hid in the corner as he spoke

"There is another version of the rumor, saying that the Earl of Ile-France had actually died a few years ago. Those who have been controlling Paris are all magicians of the Abraham Church. They killed the Earl of Ile-France and used the magic of resurrecting the corpse to control the body of the Earl of Ile-France. This is why the Abraham Church was rampant in the Federation of Almany in this way. After Duke, you entered Paris, you were soon treated the same way. Now you are only an empty shell, and the wizard of the Abraham Church is actually controlled by you. This is why you suddenly change your attitude after entering Paris and accept the Abraham Church - all I heard from outside, not what I said!"

Seeing that the Duke of Aquitaine had picked up the candlestick on the table, the general hurriedly hugged his head.

"Isn't this conflict with the rumors in the previous ones?" Duke Aquitaine yelled, "Even if someone has made up a whole set of rumors for me with ulterior motives, it must be logically consistent!"

--wrong.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Duke of Aquitaine reacted.

It is precisely because there are many different versions of the rumors that it is difficult to falsify one by one, and more and more new rumors are born. However, all of these different versions of rumors are saying "The Duke of Aquitaine has died." As long as someone believes one of them... the purpose of the person who spreads the rumors will be achieved.

"But, no matter what, these rumors are too outrageous, right?"

The Duke of Aquitaine tried hard to stabilize his emotions.

"Without the slightest evidence, will anyone really believe these absurd words?"

"I think the farmers talked with relish..."

"I'm not talking about farmers! Farmers are fools! I'm talking about those lords! Do they all believe such nonsense?"

"Actually... there is some evidence to prove it... although I don't know how it came about."

The general mustered up his courage and continued:

"Some people...many people... once saw a coffin coming from Paris late at night under the escort of many soldiers. The soldiers and the coffin were not used with any special patterns, but the next day, someone found something where the coffin passed. It was a precious token that belonged only to your family, the Duke..."

"What?"

The Duke of Aquitaine opened his eyes widened.

"And then today, we discovered this again..."

The general took out a piece of kraft paper from his arms with his trembling hands.

Kraft paper was written in the name of the King of Bohemia. The above content roughly says: The Abrahamic Church used magic to control the consuls of the Federation. After the conspiracy was discovered, the church carried out a bloody massacre in Paris and blocked the news. Fortunately, some nobles escaped. The King of Bohemia hoped that lords from all over the country could stay away from Paris and go to Bohemia to discuss matters against the Church of Abraham.
Chapter completed!