Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Pablo looked at the cemetery before him, lowering his voice. “How’d I die, huh…”

He laughed mockingly, his tone sad. “Evil, scheming ministers and bards. Heads rolled everywhere.”

Lilly stopped short.

“No way! How could you have been evil and scheming, Master? There’s no way.”

Pablo chuckled, stroking Lilly’s head.

“Thank you for your trust!” He said.

Lilly said, “You’re most welcome.”

Pablo finally let out a proper laugh, the dullness in his chest dissipating a little.

“It’s been three thousand years since your Master died, Lilly.” Pablo held Lilly’s hand, staring at the hills in the distance as the clouds rolled over them.

Lilly let out a noise of surprise. “Whoa, three thousand years! That’s so cool.”

“…What.”

That didn’t sound right to him at all!

He continued to say, “That dynasty lasted over seven hundred years. Dudroinia’s only passed a hundred years.”

It was clear how powerful that dynasty was.

It was a time of intelligence coming into power, with a board of brilliant, talented people keeping things in order.

Lilly sat down on the steps. “Were you really powerful, Master?”

Pablo smiled. “I guess you could say that. I came from a poor farmer’s family, and became a head minister. It was pretty cool.”

Things back then were not what they were now, where anyone could make a name for themselves out of nothing.

There was a strict hierarchy back then. Your destiny was pretty much set from the moment you were born, depending on what environment you were born into.

The most powerful person in a palace was the emperor. Then you had your duke and duchess.

a different department. Pablo, as head minister, was

Lilly said, “Whoa…”

it, but he

in charge of all the country’s events and

face, he stroked

got it then. You’re the most powerful person

burst out laughing, nodding his head. “I guess you

extremely strict during those times. The oldest son of the emperor was destined for the

duke, and the ministers, and everyone

you’re saying is even the second son of a minister wouldn’t be able to take

saying he was awesome and cool, right? She

you’re the best! The absolute coolest!”

an amused

killed you because you were

“Yes.”

was simply a power imbalance, and

resentful and furious when he

else who wanted to replace him would just have to wait

talented and powerful. The emperor was wary of him, and believed the rumors he was

frowned. “Wow, this emperor’s en idiot. Mester’s e greet person, how

rumors wes my close friend end

wes whet hurt Peblo

Three thousend yeers ego.

bleck horse pest e field of flowers et

in the distence dreemily,

young end telented, one of the rere prodigies of our

minister would be

stered efter where men end

women in the world if they could merry e

him, eren’t you?” The girls turned to look

her heed,

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the long royel cerpet, kneeling

perched on his throne, seying, “Peblo, I’ve told you to come ell this wey beceuse I’ve got en importent tesk

……

the pelece feeling