Chapter 189: Twenty-first Episode: Chapter 8 (1/2)

Chapter 189: Twenty-first Episode: Chapter 8

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Count Philip Goolean had been residing in the huge residence all alone, situated at the depths of the Penelope Avenue and surrounded by huge houses and massive courtyards which were similar to it. The area was unusually quiet.

The Imperial Confidential… or rather, the 'former' Imperial Confidential Secretary, was guarding the big empty courtyard all by himself. Frankly, it was not like this when Alfa III His Majesty had still been alive. Back in those times, Count Goolean had possessed the liveliest living room and entertainment room in the entire upper society of the capital. However, although he understood that there was nothing for him to complain about at this moment, the apparent differences before and after had still disappointed him.

He had long picked up the habit of smoking. However, it was only after the death of Alfa III His Majesty that he had started drinking, and this habit had stuck with him until this day! Right now, he had been drinking in big gulps, bottle by bottle. Alcohol was indeed something capable of providing comfort to people, not only because it was delicious, but also due to the fact that it could allow the pathetic Count Goolean to forget his various experiences. Alcohol could grant him the chance of indulgence and preserve his self-esteem; it made him believe that he was still the energetic, capable palace officer he was before. Apart from the effects of alcohol, it would be difficult for him to boost his confidence under normal circumstances.

At three or four in the afternoon, a guest had arrived at the Count's residence. It was a messenger of the cabinet. When he saw Count Goolean, who had just woke up, he did not say anything and placed a letter entailing the orders signed off by the Cabinet Chancellor.

”What's this?”

”Your service to the empire has been terminated!”

”What do you mean?”

The messenger then placed the letter before the Count, ”This is an order from the Cabinet Chancellor. You've been discharged from your official duties in the country's government!”

”Why?”

The messenger rolled his eyes, ”To my knowledge… it might be due to the fact that you've not shown up in the palace for more than a week!”

Philip laughed aloud, mocking his own stupidity. He thought that he had only missed work for a day, but the matter had been going on for a week.

”Fine! Fine...” the Count stuck his hand beneath the bed and searched around. After searching for half a day, he still failed to find a bottle of liquor. In the end, he could only say, ”Thank you for coming all the way here just for this matter… If you've nothing else to add, please take your leave. I know the Dulin people now are all very busy, all except for me.”

With that, the messenger exited the residence. Nevertheless, he still bade farewell to the Count with his most standard bow of a gentleman.

After this, Philip had gotten up from his bed. He had simply picked a long coat from the wardrobe in his bedroom, and removed every single tiny ornament which emphasized his status as a Count from his tuxedo. These ornaments included the Goolean family's golden buttons, diamond sleeve buttons imprinted with the graphics of the royalties, and the Empire Eternal Contribution Medal which had never left his side.

When the sun was hanging in the West, Philip had gone outdoors, disguised as a pathetic royalty. In fact, he had always been extremely pathetic and unfortunate. Nevertheless, he did not think so whenever he was drinking.

Mistress Kitanova's brothel was very popular in Dulin, as this was the only place in Titan's capital where people could have romantic affairs with tall, fair Ollier ladies. Compared to the Dog Biting Club which had surged in fame at one point, the brothel run by Mistress Kitanova, which the people had normally addressed as the 'Ollier Commerce Chamber', was much higher in ranking than the other services at the red light district.

The chamber was a massive villa with only one gate and one courtyard. The construction style was also of the Ollier's traditional methods which the Titan people had rarely seen. With red roofs and green bricks, the towering castle was just like any other ordinary building.

Count Philip Goolean's carriage had stopped right in front of the gate. Although he had disguised himself as a pathetic royalty, the servants here all knew who he was. The Chamber Manager, who was donned in a butler uniform with great red and gold linings, opened the car door for the Count. Upon seeing the person's white wig, Philip suddenly had the impulse of vomiting. However, he held himself down and only said to the Manager with a low voice, ”Has Kitanova gone outdoors?”

The Manager immediately presented his professional genuine smile, ”If it's Sir Goolean, Kitanova will naturally be at home; if it's any other people… well then, the lady will, of course, be out!”

”Hehe … you sure have a way with words!” said Philip while he played around with the insides of his tuxedo. He then flung over a Silver Ti.

The Chamber Manager caught the Silver Ti in his hand smoothly and then shouted like a hen which had consumed fake alcohol.

”Open the door for Sir Goolean, and ask the girls to welcome our guest.”

Philip entered the big living room after the gate. The ladies of the Ollier Commerce Chamber were already seated inside, looking rather lazy. Some did not even spare a glance at the Count. This was the rule of the brothel as well as the tradition of the prostitutes opening the door and welcoming their guests. Men who had come here to look for joy would have one or two lovers, and they would only pair up with these lovers of theirs. As for the others, they were mere tools to demonstrate the scale of the brothel.

Just like Count Goolean who had visited, the women all knew that this person was a great source of wealth for them. However, this wealthy man was Kitanova's lover, and none of them could lay their finger on him. This was also one of the rules in the industry of prostitution, especially among these Ollier people who had put much emphasis on respecting traditions. If anyone of the shameful sluts happened to seduce others' lovers, a war would no doubt ensue within the brothel.

The Titan Codex had a clause forbidding prostitutes from entering a church. However, to these ladies who were making a living by going against the rules of religion, fighting was the most delighting pastime, followed by washing up, spraying perfumes onto their bodies and hair, trying on those colorful clothes, drawing their brows, eating snacks, and counting the tips received from men. If the situation permitted, the ladies would gather their resources and purchase some marijuana from the servants with wide connections… among all of these pastimes, there would always be trouble caused: they would compete for the tap when washing up, steal other's perfumes, competing for the newly-arrived clothes, and comparing the tips from their lovers… Fights would follow after all of this.

Count Goolean walked toward his lover, Kitanova, who had sitting in the innermost position in the main hall. The pale Ollier lady was still very young. There would always be traces of sorrow in her eyes, and Philip would always feel pity for her whenever he saw her eyes.

”My baby … have you been obedient today?”

”Obedient! She's been absolutely good!” a girl next to Kitanova had answered the question on her behalf. ”She has been washing up since afternoon until three o'clock in the evening. I'm sure that our Count can apply your saliva on her entire body!”

”I'll tear your mouth apart!” the embarrassed Kitanova abruptly extended her pale arm toward her sister beside her. However, her lover had held her hand soon enough.

”Let's go in!”

”Alright…” once again, the lady had shielded her iris with the layer of sorrowful light in her eyes. She stood up from her seat and clung to the Count's arm.

”Are you planning to come straight to my room, or have a drink first at the salon?”

Philip pinched a handful of the Ollier lady's butt, ”My dear, why don't you accompany me to have a drink.”

They had passed by numerous small rooms along the walkway, and the rough pants and various noises, which were too embarrassing to hear, were audible through the rooms. Philip and his lover walked into the chamber's salon. It was yet another big open living room, decorated with sofas and an array of intricate Ollier handicrafts.

The sky had yet to darken, yet the room had been covered with thick cotton curtains. Philip had come a little too early, and half of the seats were left unoccupied in the salon. He greeted the female owner of the brothel. Mistress Kitanova. Then, he summoned a servant to open a bottle of Hennessy. To the current Count Goolean, vintage cognac was nothing more than appetizers before the main course.

Once it was past seven, the guests had entered the salon in a continuous stream. After that, it would be the music, dances, candies, drinks, smoking as well as obscene acts with various men; young, middle-aged, old, married, divorced, single, businessmen, civil officers, Farans, Ollier people, Deiss people, people outside of the province, locals, wealthy, poor, healthy, ill, drunk, conscious, gentle, brute, soldiers, royalties, civilians, undergraduates… These men of various statuses, various ages, and various personalities each embraced their own women, extending their hands to the women's chest and lower body. They studied the parts in detail and explored repeatedly. Subsequently, it was still the music, dances, candies, drinking, smoking, adulteries regardless of time and location, until the next daylight.

Philip had fallen in love with this lifestyle just a month ago. He hated the hypocrites in the palace. He also despised the face of Princess Alanis, which was neither cold nor friendly. Thus, he had fallen in love with this place within a single night. The people here were just so cheerful, so genuine. They would drink if they were thirsty, lie down when they were exhausted, fight whenever they were unhappy, and commit adulteries with a woman the entire night if they were in a good mood. How happy was this!

”Philip, I've heard that you've been sacked by our Cabinet Chancellor?”

Philip rolled his eyes, this was Dulin! News like this spread much faster than the crowing of the princess!

”That's right that's right! I've been fired by Sir Duke Rashel Titus!”

The men in the house all showed caring expressions. They shouted aloud to open a bottle of fine wine for Count Goolean, and that the Count would not have to pay the bill tonight.

”Thank you, everyone! Thank you, my friends!” Philip opened the bottle himself and then poured full glasses for the men around him.

”Why did Sir Duke Rashel Titus do so? What rights does he have?” A nosy fellow suddenly barked. ”I recall that he's nothing more than the brother-in-law of Princess Alanis' uncle's wife, the Cabinet Chancellor of the empire… since when did it become his turn?”

”But he's really the Cabinet Chancellor right now!” A foreigner who looked like a businessman corrected the words of the nosy individual.

”Go away…” Philip finished drinking the delicious drink in the glass in one shot and hugged tightly the young lady in his arms who tended to take on everything without any complaints. ”In terms of wisdom, Rashel is no match for my Kitanova; in terms of looks, the terrible old man simply makes me vomit whenever I see him, and again, he's no match for my Kitanova; as for performances on bed…”

”What do you mean… You and Duke Rashel Titus…”

Philip flung a cushion at the person who had interrupted him, ”I've not had sex with the terrible old man, but I know that that thing on his lower body is pathetically tiny – it's exactly what his wife had told me herself!”

”Hahahahahahaha!” Waves of laughter erupted from the men in the house one after another. Some had even spurted a mouthful of alcohol they had just drank onto themselves.

”I must say... Philip, you're a great man!”

”That's right! That's right! We shall cheer for the departure of our old friend Philip! This is definitely something worthy of a celebration!”

The men and women there had all voiced their agreement. Philip had naturally drunk another glass, and he was now feeling a little floaty. The Cabinet Chancellor, empire's Crown Princess, palace affairs officers, and the lazy and scheming royalties of the capital; let all of those be gone!

As he was thinking, Count Goolean picked up the young prostitute by his side and placed her on his knee. Then, he freed the buttons of his pants, and completely liberated the strong male genital of his. Like an anxious stray cat, soft moans sounded from Kitanova's throat, and her hands were not unoccupied either. She picked her dress up with one hand while grasping the male genital with high fighting spirits with another hand. ”Oh!” Both of them had simultaneously let out a sigh full of desires and did it so boldly in public. On the other hand, the men and women who were sitting beside them had just resumed their entertainment as if nothing had happened.

”I just don't understand what on earth Her Majesty the Crown Princess is doing.” An officer commented with a troubled demeanor. ”The finances of the empire are already strained, and the war compensations which Marshal Alan had fought for can't resolve the problematic situations of the Finance Department and Tax Department either. But do you know? Tomorrow! It's tomorrow! The crowning ceremony tomorrow will be spending sixty million Golden Ti. And this figure has yet to include the expenditures as appreciation to the Vatican!”

”Why are you talking about this?” Someone was displeased!

”That's right! that's right! Let's not discuss this. Let's redirect the topic to the Cabinet Chancellor, that old fellow is just too interesting!” Someone suggested.

”There's nothing much to talk about that guy, let's talk about the ministers working under him! They're just like a Christmas clown, making faces and feigning actions in front of Her Majesty the Princess, why don't they just go on sell off their butts.”

”Her Majesty the Princess doesn't like butts! She likes this…” Count Goolean who had taken over the discussion suddenly knocked further into Kitanova who was in his embrace. Kitanova immediately scrunched her brows, opened her mouth wide, and let out a series of hasty shouts. She felt that the tip of the man had knocked into the deepest part of the soft meat in her body.

It was quite difficult for the men to associate the kinky postures of the prostitute with the empire's Crown Princess, but they were men after all. When an extremely noble lady was being brought into such a filthy picture, it would always arouse extreme delight in them.

”Our Highness the Princess has either gone deaf or blind!” A hilarious fellow who was slightly more conscious than the others said through clenched teeth. ”Look at those people who have turned wealthy overnight! Do I still need to say more about the previous dynasty's Marquis Godzilla? If the Finance Ministry is still under his control, there'll no longer be any hope! Now, let's have a look at the former Taxation Minister. Marquis Nikola Veden had been my coursemate when I was studying at Dulin University, I swear to everyone that he's only capable of single-digit calculations.”

”Hahahahahahaha…” The men here let out a series of laughter again. To think that the empire's Taxation Minister only knew calculation of the first digit, what a ridiculous joke!

”Now look at the Supreme Prosecutor!” The guest who had talked a lot folded one of his fingers as if he was intending to count every single influential figure at the time. ”You won't believe it, our Supreme Prosecutor has in fact been charged with a serious crime, that fellow has been imprisoned before!”

”What charges?” The person who loved to get to the end of every matter could no longer control himself.

”Bigamy!”

Another laughter exploded once more. At this moment, the guest had also folded his third finger, ”Marquis Antonio who's in charge of the daily operations of the State Council must rely on soda water and tranquilizers to be seated calmly in his office! Everyone knows his assistant, who has been a regular customer here. Now, that guy is doing great, I've heard that he now has his own firm in the State Council!”

His fingers were being folded continuously, and the influential figures mentioned by him were increasing. There were, among others, the Patrol Chief who was greedy for money, the cheapskate Welfare Bureau Chief, the archbishop who loved guys, and the Diplomatic Officer who aligned himself with whichever party that had the upper hand and deliberately pleased people everywhere he went.

”Now listen! Look! Who had Her Majesty the Empress of the future appointed?”

Philip buttoned his pants as his romantic affair with his lover had come to an end. The former Imperial Confidential Secretary had widened his disdainful eyes only when he had heard the previous conversation.

”We can only say that Her Majesty the Empress is just too rash! She's in a hurry to obtain control of every single aspect of the empire. Therefore, she has appointed her family for those positions, blindly sticking to loyalty and flattery! While those brown-nosed speculators may have been able to satisfy her sense of superiority of holding a high-up position, Dulin has already been messed up by them into a foul atmosphere!”

The salon had suddenly fallen quiet. The drunk just snored, while those who were not drunk simply stared at the ceiling or looked at the women next to them.

”It's the end for Dulin! It's completely rotten!” Philip said in the end.

”Enough, Count Goolean!” A young undergraduate abruptly raised his wine glass, ”These matters are none of our concerns! Why did we come here? It's for the people and matters outside to go to hell!”

”That's right! Let's drink!'

Ear-piercing cheers sounded from the men again. The liquor bottle was being passed to and fro among the pair of hands which were stained with the female's body liquids and various cheap perfumes. A lady dancer who had been undressed was rolling on the table surface formed by the men's knees, while an old band of musicians was playing out-of-tune music. The cigarettes and marijuana were as cheap as ashes in the royalties' golden ashtray. Drink to your fullest! Dance as you wish! Mingle with the women in your embraces however you like!

All of a sudden, Philip pushed away his lover. The former Imperial Confidential Secretary applauded with all his might, ”Mistress Kitanova, Mistress Kitanova! My little heifer, you must think of a way. Everyone is about to fall asleep! Now, this won't do. You have to arrange some exciting activities! The more exciting, the better it is!”

Kitanova, with a plump physique and wide waist, struggled as she rose from her seat. The two bunch of flesh at her chest were like mountains that could hold a primary school student in place, whereas the fats on her abdomen were perfectly sufficient of manufacturing a few hundred pieces of soaps. As for her butt… Oh heavens! That was no butt! That was a stove, and inside it was a brazier!

The stove was occupied with dry feces.

”Tomorrow we'll be the crowning ceremony of Titan's Crown Princess, we should be celebrating!” the female owner of the Ollier Commerce Chamber let out a humph noise.

”How?” the men turned boisterous again, but they did not think that such matter was worth celebrating.

The female owner, who was like a female pig, swayed to the center of the guest room, ”Gentlemen! Ladies! Why can't we elect a new empress? Since everyone hates the empire's Crown Princess so much, we'll pick one among our girls, and have her crowned…”

”Then? And then?” the men had their attention captured by this suggestion.

”After that?” The female pig showed a menacing grin. ”After that, let her become our bride! Everyone's bride!”

”Listen to this! Listen to this!” An old man jumped up. ”Such a great suggestion…”

Soon enough, the crowning ceremony planned by the men was about to begin. An elderly professor who looked solemn played the role of His Grand Eminence the Pope, while a smooth-talking gentleman acted as the emcee. As for the Empress… the men were begging Count Goolean, they all said that the beautiful and easy-going Kitanova was the best candidate. Philip could not resist the constant bugging and started to beg his lover. It was not a big deal to be everyone's bride for just once as she had always been in this line of profession.

Kitanova seemed to be reluctant to the idea. She was not the empire's empress, but she had still been pushed to the center of the salon by the men. His Grand Eminence the Pope acted by the old professor sprayed holy water onto her which was, in fact, wine, and then sang the holy song while circling her like a mentally-unsound patient; as for the emcee, it was painfully obvious that he had no idea about the traditions of a crowning ceremony, and has asked the men there to worship the Ollier prostitute.

”Well then… who can tell me? What role can I play in the ceremony?” O'Neil Andrew Morisette sized up the hilarious scenes before him.

The room had quieted down. The people all turned to look at the Marshal of the Guards, also the Imperial Prince who had just appeared out of thin air. Philip Goolean was the first to respond. He plopped down and kneeled on the ground, and his thought processes were no longer working. What on earth was this comedy? If the news happened to be spread to Princess Alanis' ears… Would this be considered as betraying the country or humiliating the royalties? According to the Titan Codex, anyone who had been involved in the ridiculous matter would have to spend the remainder of their lives in prison.

”O'N… Prince O'Neil ...” Finally, there was someone capable of recognizing the figure who had appeared all of a sudden. One after another… or to be more precise, instantly, anyone who understood the situation had all kneeled on one knee. The joyful occasion and festive activities had all come to an end. The mighty figure before them was the husband of the Crown Princess, and they had yet to know how he would see everything that had happened here!

Oscar stepped foot into the room. He did not bother paying attention to Philip whose entire body was shivering. Instead, he had pulled the chamber owner up from the ground.