'Everything is really going wrong today,' thought Xiovir.

First, he was interrupted by a Democratic Party boy during his speech in Congress, then the Queen sent a slave to his manor, and then he caught his two sons on the spot and attacked the black slave...

Xiovir reluctantly lowered his gaze.

The little slave on the ground has terrible black hair like a dark cloud, short, messy, and worse than a bird's nest. Her skin is pale, skinny, and weaker than other black-haired people of the same age. Her black eyes look like they have been poked with a pen.

of holes.

Judging from her appearance alone, she is younger than his son.

She was wearing almost nothing, and the rag exposed all the places that shouldn't be exposed.

She just bumped into him, and there was a strange smell on her body.

The cubs of an inferior race.

It's really disgusting.

Xiovir has passed the peak of anger and reached a dangerous and terrifying calm.

He just wanted to take a shower and change clothes.

"Raphael... and Arnold..." His voice was low and slow, with a standard aristocratic accent. "Please come to the study in fifteen minutes and let's talk."

Raphael and Arnold stood upright and responded loudly: "Okay, father!"

Their backs were already soaked with cold sweat.

"As for you..." Xiovir raised his cane.

Karan quickly covered her face, and through her fingers she saw a look of disgust on that god-like beautiful face.

'Of course the Grand Duke will not hit me.' Karan suddenly thought, 'Otherwise he would have to change his cane.'

She slowly lowered her hands.

Siovel could not keep his eyes on her for one more second. He waved his staff and said to his followers like he was shooing away flies: "Place her in the garden and don't let her enter the castle."

Raphael and Arnold were happy to hear this.

But they couldn't relax for the time being, because their father must have discovered that they had done something to the slave.

Some nobles use slaves as sexual tools to vent their desires, but the Siouvir family is not one of them.

The Grand Duke was extremely disgusted with black-haired slaves, thinking that they were unclean, and having sex with them would pollute the bloodline of the nobles.

So before arriving at Thorn Bird Manor, Karan was not worried about being violated.

But she didn't expect that there was a rebellious, bastard with a sperm and a brain in this family.

She was dragged away by the servants and locked in a garden cabin.

It used to be a place for hunting dogs. It has a low roof, a lot of scratched furniture and a running water tank.

The servants locked the door and left her alone.

She thought she would starve to death in this place.

The Siover family has no tradition of slavery. They are too extreme. They prefer "annihilation" to "slavery".

Before dying, Karan wanted to struggle one more time.

She walked to the running water sink, cleaned the wound from the fall, and then wrapped herself in the blanket from the kennel.

It's January now.

The castle has central heating and the garden cabin is as cold as an ice cellar.

It is located outside the greenhouse and has no heating equipment, so the temperature may drop below freezing at night.

Tomorrow morning she will be a cold, stiff corpse.

Karan wanted to run and jump to warm up, but she was too weak to exercise vigorously.

She sat in the corner, hugging her knees, and couldn't help but wonder what the black-haired compatriots in the car with her were going through at this time.

They may have been washed and lying on the aristocratic bed.

Maybe working around the mansion with the servants.

A very small number of beautiful and lucky ones will be packaged in expensive dresses and jewelry and taken to various parties to show off.

In any case, they will not die as easily as she did.

After all, they are gifts from the queen, and no noble dares to kill them casually——

Except for the ruthless and powerful Duke Xiovir.

Karan had heard a lot about him in school, and she had also read about the hundreds-of-year-old Xiovir family in her textbooks.

It outlives the empire.

The current Archduke of Siouville is named Edmond Siouville. He is only thirty-eight years old and is one of the richest people in the empire.

At the age of twenty, he married another large noble family and married his current wife, Tilin Siouville. The two had a pair of sixteen-year-old twins, Raphael and Arnold.

Most political marriages only maintain superficial harmony, and privately the husband and wife play their own roles.

But the Siouville family is very traditional.

The Grand Duke is known as a "family man" among top celebrities. His private life is as clean as a Puritan, and even tabloid reporters find it difficult to fabricate rumors about his infidelity.

His wife Tilin is exactly the same as him. She is an unapproachable iceberg beauty with an arrogant personality and elegance. In her free time, she listens to operas, goes to art exhibitions, and rarely even attends fashion shows - but the antique paintings she took are far away.

More expensive than a haute couture dress.

The couple respected the children's wishes and allowed them to grow up freely.

The youngest son, Arnold, is home-educated. On average, he has to leave a tutor every week, and twice as much on holidays.

The eldest son Rafael entered public school and went to high school with ordinary children because he wanted to "make more different friends."

Karan and Raphael were classmates.

——Before the Queen amended the constitution to deprive black-haired people of their right to education.

So when Arnold tried to violate her, she asked Raphael for help.

It's a pity that Raphael can't help her.

In the end, it was the terrible archduke who saved her virginity.

His momentum and face are unforgettable, and every move explains what it means to be a "noble". His superiority accumulated over hundreds of years cannot be easily imitated by the new rich.

Just like he hates black-haired people,

Karan hates this visible class gap.

At this time, in the castle study room.

The study is connected to three floors, with mahogany stairs spiraling up. It is more like a private library than a "study". The antiques bought by the Duchess are placed here, and the curator of the Imperial Museum will come to help regularly.

Take inventory and ensure proper storage.

Siovel was wearing a gray velvet blanket and pajamas, sitting leisurely on a chair.

Raphael and Arnold in front of him were restless.

Xiovel picked up the black tea and took a sip: "Recently, there is another war on the Eastern Front. I proposed to the Queen to cut the expenditure of Thorn Bird Manor by 45%, and save the money to purchase supplies for the front line. She was very happy."

"Really?" Raphael was a little relieved when his father didn't mention the black slaves.

"What does this mean?" Arnold asked, scratching his head.

"This means that in the next few months, servants will only be able to work during the day. Golf courses, racecourses, and racing tracks will all have to be shut down."

"What!?" Arnold almost jumped up, but was held down by his brother, "Then what else can we do every day? Listen to the opera The Amityville Horror with our mother?"

"You can go and study." Xiovel put down the teacup gently.

The tray collided with the bottom of the cup, making a crisp sound, like a heavy blow to Arnold's heart.

He leaned back on the sofa and didn't dare to speak anymore.

"Now, let's talk about the slave problem."
Chapter completed!