In the silence, only the warhorse snorted, and a small cloud of white mist dispersed.
Earl Walter died in his room.
In the past few days, he is still running around to find out why the messenger is missing, and there is no other abnormality except for a little anxiety. However, just now, the king's internal affairs chief pushed open the door and found him sitting in his bedroom holding a blood-stained sword, slitting his throat like the traveling merchant.
There are too many things to do to prepare to negotiate, and people have neglected this Mr. Earl, who has been detested by the king for a while. If the king hadn't asked, his body would probably not have been found until the evening.
The negotiators all looked at the king nervously.
The death of the earl was particularly strange, and they feared that the arbitrary king would delay his departure.
But failing to arrive at the agreed time would be an insult to the other side of the negotiation - probably not a big deal to the king, who was born arrogant.
But the current war situation is not optimistic for Legrand.
Fortunately, the king doesn't seem to have gotten to that point yet.
He motioned the Duke of Buckingham to come forward and entrusted him with the investigation of the truth of the Earl's death.
"Of course, this is not the most important thing." The young king stretched out his hand from the car window, and he looked into the eyes of the old duke. "You know what?"
"The only one I can trust now is you."
He lowered his voice so softly that only the old duke could hear it.
The Duke of Buckingham bowed his head and kissed the back of the king's hand according to etiquette, and replied in a low voice, "I will protect Legrand for you."
"For Rose's glory."
The king took a deep look at his gray-haired uncle.
The Duke of Buckingham stood up straight, he took a step back, his cloak was blown up by the cold wind, and it was as scarlet as it was stained with blood. He stood as majestic as a lion. He has been cautious for his nephew for many years, and it was only at this time that people realized that the old duke was still the iron-blooded general who was famous all over the world.
The Duke clenched his fist and struck his heart, and said in a deep voice:
"For the glory of Rose!"
The smell of iron, blood and fire came out from his voice, like a knife.
Everyone shouted, and the knights who escorted the king clenched their fists, and the iron armor on their bodies glowed in the sun:
"For the glory of Rose!"
In this sworn Legrand royal motto, the negotiating mission set out. The old duke stared at the king's carriage for a long time. The crimson flag was fluttering in front of the carriage. On the blood-like color, the dark golden iron roses were in full bloom in the middle of winter.
Please bless our king, the heroic soul of the ancestors of the Rose family.
…
Moon River Fortress not far from Tru City.
The Moon River Fortress was built a hundred years ago when the "Lion King" quelled the rebellion in the east.
It was built of solid white stone, and the gaps were filled not with dirt but with pig iron. It is said that this fortress has almost emptied the "Lion King" of all his belongings. For the next hundred years, Moon River Fortress became an iron barrier guarding the central and western plains of Legrand, and it was impregnable.
It is precisely because of this that General John's defeat caused such a big noise in the country.
Today, a blue tulip flag hangs on this beautiful and strong fortress.
The leader of the Blasey Kingdom's expedition is standing on the wall of the fortress.
The general's face was trimmed very cleanly, and his green eyes were like the northern snow wolf. Wearing black iron armor, he never leaves his body with his sword, and he can jump up and cut off the head of the enemy anytime, anywhere. At this moment, the general was stroking the white stone and looking at the Legrand Mountains in the distance.
"General, what do you think of the ambassador's letter?"
It was an odd young man beside the general who asked the question. He was shrouded in a pitch-black cloak from head to toe, tall, thin, and somewhat gloomy.
"The Grand Duke asked us to disrupt this negotiation, are you going to do what he wants?"
"Of course—" the general laughed. "No."
He restrained his smile, his face showing a bit gloomy: "If the Duke of Buckingham dies, he will naturally be able to ascend the throne without hindrance. Since we have fulfilled the requirements of cooperation, we have created conditions for him as much as possible. He failed to As promised, let the Duke of Buckingham fall, so why should we continue to do our best to help him?"
"The Grand Duke may not be satisfied with this answer."
"Blasy Kingdom is not his nanny."
The general sneered.
"Since the Duke of Buckingham is not dead, we have to prepare both hands."
"what do you mean… ?"
"I received a letter from the queen the day before yesterday. There are changes in the country. We can't stay in Legrand for too long." After that, it has nothing to do with us whether that brainless grumpy king is dead or alive."
"You don't seem to think highly of King Legrand?"
The young man caught a little.
"I'm really sorry for William. He was a respectable enemy when he was young. It's a pity that his son is a disgrace to the Rose family. A huge empire is falling apart at the hands of a tyrant." The general sighed, "I don't know the Duke of Buckingham. Why be loyal to him."
"But the general..." The young man hesitated. "The ambassador mentioned in the letter that he felt that the king was a little different from the rumors."
"What could be wrong?" The general smiled contemptuously. "If it wasn't for his uncle, this young king would have been torn to shreds by those nobles."
"Hopefully as you say."
"What's the matter with you? My dear master of astrologers?" The general looked at him suspiciously. "You seem to agree with me agreeing to the Archduke's request to help them kill Purlan I?"
"I think it may be better for us to become the king of Legrand. After all, we have his grip in our hands, don't we?"
"No, that's not the case." The general smiled and said gently, "your astrology is really good, but your political sense is a little worse. Why should we replace it with a young and strong wolf? What about a young and incompetent lion? Why not let the jackal and the old lion fight to the death."
"However, the fate star has changed."
The young man answered.
"I saw a blazing sun about to rise. It was in the middle of the Deep Strait. It might belong to us, Blasey, or it might be Legrand. I am disturbed, General."
"That must be our majesty."
The general said firmly.
"Blasy will conquer the earth, and the tulips will never bloom."
…
The king's carriage was very spacious.
Unlike the one he took out of the palace in an emergency that day, this carriage was fully drawn by twelve horses, and the paving was even more exquisite and luxurious. The oil lamp was burning behind the glass cover, and the light was dim.
Zhu Chi was reading the report submitted to him by the Morr Knight in the firelight.
He has been reading the report carefully all the way.
In fact, he originally did not have many requirements for this report, after all, three days is too short. But perhaps the phrase "Now, his life is in your hands" was too exciting. The three knights who were trying to save General John tried their best to sort out, and actually handed in a thick and very detailed report.
Of course, this is still too brief for the entire battle, and it is naturally impossible to meet the standard that the king said that "every piece of sword sharpening stone" needs to be explained.
Therefore, when submitting this report, the three knights lost their minds and could not wait to stab themselves in the throat.
The king said nothing and took the report with a blank face.
The three knights did not know what the king meant, so they had to follow along with a little hope. On the way forward, the king did not appear outside the carriage very often. From time to time, he would call Moore and the others into the carriage, and raise his own doubts about a certain point in the report.
This also surprised Moore and the others.
They found that the king seemed to have a particularly keen intuition, and the questions posed were more difficult to answer than the next.
The king didn't sneer at their difficult answer, but his expressionless brows and eyes with coldness were enough for the three knights to be embarrassed.
Seeing that they were approaching the negotiation site, the three of them felt a strange sense of relief—
Live or die, have a good time, Your Majesty.
Of course, they dared not say this.
The carriage vibrated slightly, and the lights flickered.
Zhu Chi pressed his temples and raised his head.
"Tru City is here, Your Majesty."
The chief of internal affairs rode his horse out of the car window, respectfully.