Viscount More is a woodland noble from the north.
The northern lands of the Legrand Empire were considered "barbaric" until they were conquered by Purland's great-grandfather.
In the twelfth century before the Western Continent, there was an invasion from the sea barbarians, although the tide of the invasion lasted less than a hundred years and disappeared. The northern regions of the Legrand Empire have been occupied by barbarians since then. It was not until later that the descendants of the barbarians gradually merged with Legrand, but their language habits were deeply influenced by the barbarian tradition, which was relatively simple and short, and the pronunciation of the vocabulary was turbid and rough.
Because of this, woodland nobles from the north have been ridiculed in the palace.
When Viscount More explained the assassination plan, the king had noticed that his style of expression was very concise - "rude like a peasant" in the words of the middle and eastern aristocrats.
However, the last paragraph of what Viscount More said just now is elegant, and the last "Nian Gaode Xun" is a typical court-like expression influenced by the Holy Religion.
This is not something that an authentic northern noble like Viscount More would use.
—Unless someone said that to him recently.
Maul was taken aback by the king's sudden question, and he didn't even understand how the king knew such a trivial matter.
"who said it?"
The king's tone became tough, like the old Duke of Buckingham just now, his face was like a cold iron mask covering his face.
"Kyle, Kyle Roy."
Moore murmured, and he began to realize something.
"He's a famous traveler."
"Arrest him. Immediately."
…
Meurne Castle today is plagued by disasters.
At seven o'clock in the morning, the castle's owner, Earl Walter, was almost exiled on the spot, and in the afternoon, the soldiers who had returned to the king's command in the entire Morn territory were busy again. All the traveling merchants in the territory were detained and released after their identities were verified.
In the evening, the castle was shrouded in oppressive darkness.
The sound of firewood burning in the fireplace could be heard clearly, and the king sat not far from the fireplace, but his face was mostly in shadow.
Just now, the Chief Inspector of the Inner Court delivered a report from the Defense Forces: they found three traveling merchants named "Kyle". There was only one person who matched Viscount More's description of "talking with them the night before yesterday".
- When the guard broke in, he drew his dagger and cut his throat neatly.
The room was filled with terrifying silence, and the three knights knelt on the carpet with pale faces, lowering their proud heads.
They had some drinks together in the inn some time ago. Drunk, he couldn't help but say something to complain about. At that time, the traveling merchant was next to them, and he said that casually. But God knows what happened, but it was also caused by resentment, maybe it was the devil, and that sentence was deeply rooted in their minds.
Later, they heard the travel merchant sigh again, "If only there were brave monks, it would be a pity that the hero is dead" - in the drama at that time, there was a story about the assassination of the pagan tyrant Caligula by the monks.
In short, it was only after that day that the assassination they planned.
After explaining everything, Moore no longer dared to look at the king's face. The knights realized something terrible: someone had carefully prepared this chain of conspiracies.
They think their heroic vengeance is in the hands of a vicious enemy.
The silence in the room was overwhelming, the king did not speak, and no one knew what he was thinking.
More bowed down, his forehead pressed against the carpet, and he suppressed his shame: "We have committed unforgivable sins, and we are willing to pay the price of our lives for our mistakes. But, Your Majesty! There is a problem with the Battle of Kewen! General! Must have been plotted."
The Battle of Kewen was the battle the old duke's son fought against the expedition to the Kingdom of Blaisey a month ago.
According to reports back to the palace, the young General John, the duke's son, was negligent when food and weapons were plentiful. The Moon River Fortress directly led to the total defeat of the war.
"Are you pleading for him?"
The king looked down at the three knights crawling on the ground, his tone slightly mocking.
"Three dying men come to intercede for others."
"I guarantee with the honor of the family that General John is definitely not someone who will make the mistake of underestimating the enemy!"
There was no blood on Moore's face, but he gritted his teeth and swore.
"As long as I have a false statement, everyone in the Briu family will fall into hell forever!"
"Things after death are in the hands of the Holy Master," the king said lightly. "I don't think a penny is worth a penny for such a thing as eternal hell."
His words made the three knights fall into despair.
"But—" the king changed his conversation, and he looked at the three knights who suddenly raised their heads, "the mission will arrive on the 21st, like the stupid Earl of Mun, you have three days, I want to see a detailed report , reports of the campaigns you've participated in - from the deployment of every soldier, the pointing of every flag, every longbow, every sword-grinding stone, to every bag of grain flour, every piece of cheese prepared... with these things Come and prove to me that your general did his utmost to prepare for this war."
In such a short period of time, the requirement to sort out such a file and report is simply harsh.
But the king did not mean to be lenient.
"If you can't do it—"
The king leaned forward, silver strands of hair falling almost to Moore's cheeks. His soft voice crept into his ears—heavier and more mocking than when he ordered it harshly.
"Then your self-esteemed spirit of sacrifice is nothing more than that."
He expectedly saw the sullen expressions of the knights—no knight could calmly face such an insult to their character.
"Of course, as of now, you don't have such a thing as chivalry."
The king straightened up and leaned against the crimson velvet, with pale fingers interlaced, their tips lightly pressed against each other.
The faces of the three officers were flushed.
In the king's hand, there is still the exquisite crossbow.
"The financial department of the royal family will assist you. But it is up to you to complete it."
He said in a soft but intimidating tone.
"Go ahead and prove to me that he is innocent."
When Mor and the others stood up, they saw the king smiling inexplicably in the blazing fire: "Now, his life is in your hands."
This is a threat.
…
The three knights serving as officers left, leaving the king alone in the room.
He sat silently by the fireplace, the flames framing the delicate contours of his face.
Zhu Chi didn't care whether he could find out the reason from the report.
No one knows the military better than the officer who rolls up from the bottom. What he wanted to do was to gain a preliminary and unmistakable understanding of the objective information of the army of the Legrand Empire.
Stand tall.
There are too many heavy tents around the king.
Perhaps someone like the old duke, who survived decades of battle, could have a good idea of the army's situation, but Poolan
Come on, he should thank the nobles and officials for their consciences if three of the ten sentences he heard were unadorned or exaggerated.
After a while, Zhu Chi woke up from his thoughts.
Looking at the snow outside the window, he was silent for a while, and asked the Housemaster to send the old Duke of Buckingham a brand new cloak that could be called a duke.
…
The old duke unfolded his scarlet cloak, which was made of soft snow fox fur and was expensive. But that wasn't what the Duke cared about.
His thick, calloused hands—from years in the field—smoothed the rose pattern embroidered with gold thread on the cloak. The rose is the symbol of the Legrand royal family.
"My little Purland."
The old man sighed softly.
Strictly speaking, he took over his infant nephew from the queen before his brother William III. At that time, the elder brother was still fighting against the rebels, and it was he who guarded the newborn baby for the elder brother.
The Duke of Buckingham took off his jet-black robe and put a cloak with the rose family pattern on his body.
He is happy to be able to play for his little king again.
…
The king's officials soon arrived in Meorn.
Obviously, the king's wayward behavior of sneaking out of the palace this time has caused these officials a lot of trouble. But the matter of the Duke of Buckingham made them unable to persuade the king any longer. They joined in sorting out the war report.
And there was one man who was summoned by the king alone.
As soon as the dusty Minister of Finance stepped into the door, he heard the king's words:
"How long will it take to raise twenty thousand pounds?"
It was dark before his eyes, and he nearly tripped.