"What did you say to him?"
Mrs. Kelly brought the prepared dress for the Queen, and just happened to see Dalton leaving from here. When he left, he held a piece of crumpled paper tightly in his hand, looking embarrassed.
"Something he should know."
Adele sat back at the desk, frowning and began to look through a stack of documents sent by the congressmen.
Mrs. Kelly knelt down to pick up the scattered papers, and after seeing the contents, she cursed Doldon angrily: "If you want me to say, you allowed him to be impeached, the gallows is what he deserves." .”
"I thought he would be an opportunity."
Adele sighed.
What she told Dalton wasn't all lies.
The Queen did pay attention to this rare civilian general very early on.
If we say that the nobles in the Middle Ages, because of their superior living conditions, sophisticated weapons and equipment, and the knight training they received since childhood, made them necessary shields and swords for ruling the country. Well, since the first fireworks craftsman used gunpowder in war, the historical carriage has driven in a completely different direction from the past.
Relying on muskets, even malnourished commoners can kill experienced knights on the battlefield.
Heavy armor and ancient cavalry are facing a serious challenge, and the nobles are doing their best to prevent the arrival of new changes.
However, empires need generals and armies that can adapt to change.
Dalton is such a person.
"I did have expectations of him." The Queen took the documents Mrs. Kelly had sorted out and picked them up one by one. "He is outstanding enough. He was born for war."
Before the rebellion, she was not without smell.
This year's drought is unusual. Since May, there have been signs of uneasiness everywhere, and anti-tax movements have continued to rise. Adele had a disagreement with the nobles headed by Heinrich on this matter. She disapproved of the parliamentary force to suppress it, and believed that some concessions should be made appropriately.
In order to break this deadlock, Adele decided to appoint the first imperial marshal who was born as a commoner in the history of the Roland Empire.
Robert Dalton.
On the one hand, she wanted to send a friendly signal to civilians. On the one hand, she also wanted to use Dalton to impact the long-established imperial system.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to prepare for the military exercises before the coronation day, she transferred Dalton and his guards back from the port of Cohemia.
The commission of the marshal was drawn up on July 15, and the mutiny took place on the 16th.
There was no more than twenty-four hours apart.
"Look," Adele joked with Mrs. Kelly, "the world is so impermanent, God insists that I write a document twice."
"You give people roses and they give you back thorns."
Mrs. Kelly whispered, unable to hide her sadness.
The queen was silent for a moment, shaking her head slightly.
"Everything has a price," she said, bringing up the incident. "I wish I could change the minds of my officials and see what nonsense they have mentioned for me."
She picked up a paperwork from the table, read the first few sentences, and threw it back on the table.
Mrs. Kelly was familiar with her mistress, and immediately understood that these documents from all over the kingdom made the queen more angry than Dalton.
"The drought is about to threaten the taxation for the next two years, and it's about to push the people to the brink of uprising, and they still have to talk about disputes over several family territories!" The Queen pointed out sharply, "They are not even as good as Dalton, at least he Soldiers were sent to kill some potbellied monks so that the farmers could draw water from the 'holy spring' occupied by the church."
It was this imperial system that made her determined to change.
If justice and kindness cannot be achieved, then use conspiracy, viciousness, and blood, and use whatever she can to do it.
Outside the window, doves and crows were startled by the sound of the rehearsal horn, and fluttered across the air.
The parade is coming.
……………
"My dear brother:
I have known everything you have done for me in Roland, and I am especially grateful to you for winning me the heart of a beautiful woman and the future Roland. I can't wait to be reunited with you, and when you return to Loote, I'm going to give you a feast at the Palace of Savoy—you can't refuse it, even if our mother doesn't like it..."
Prince Arthur finished reading the letter from the Root Empire expressionlessly.
For a moment, he let out a cold laugh.
As expected of Orsis.
He was always graceful and approachable, but disaster was about to befall anyone who ignored his warnings hidden in his closeness.
This letter is very Orsisian, a masterpiece of ingenuity, in a gentle tone, with stern warnings and an undeniable order to return as soon as possible.
"Who has visited our Earl?" asked Prince Arthur softly.
The accompanying officer on the side didn't dare to show his anger, and watched Prince Arthur crumpled up the letter from the emperor, threw it into the fire and burned it.
"Dalton."
The accompanying officer answered carefully, for fear that the moody Prince Arthur would push himself into the fire.
"Where is the Earl?"
Prince Arthur asked, his sleeves were still stained with bright paint, and before Emperor Root's letter pulled him out, he had been painting in his room, and no one was allowed to come near him.
"He..." the accompanying officer trembled uncontrollably, "The count returned home a few days ago."
left overnight.
Obviously, Mr. Earl is also very aware of what will happen to Prince Arthur after he finds out that he was bought by Dalton and informed Emperor Root—the prince will definitely cut his throat with a rapier without hesitation.
"A quick escape," said Prince Arthur, in a soft tone steeped in malice. "I hope he is always lucky afterward."
The entourage who was familiar with him immediately understood—I am afraid that when the earl returns to Root, he will meet Prince Arthur's assassin, or a glass of wine that has been poisoned without anyone knowing it.
As long as that guy is not too stupid, he will immediately seek the protection of the emperor or queen mother.
Prince Arthur thought the same, and paced the room gloomily.
If Orsis is wary of him, then things will be more difficult than originally planned... But it doesn't matter, the more chaos, the more it helps evil breed... He quickly passed a series of names in his mind, short The vicious plan that flashed in Prince Arthur's mind for a short moment was enough to make most of the clergy turn pale.
Suddenly, his footsteps stopped, and his eyes fell on a corner of the room.
"What about the original painting?"
he asks.
"Mr. Earl sent it back to the country before."
The attendant replied tremblingly, Prince Arthur's face was too ugly, which made him swallow the following sentence "and you only cared about the Queen's poisoning at that time".
At the same time, in the palace of the Root Empire.
The young ruler of the empire, accompanied by his henchmen, walked through the corridors.
Orsis resembled his brother somewhat in appearance, but with a colder silver-gray eye. He wore a dark coat with double rows of jeweled buttons, and the sword at the waist was scabbard in gold, and it looked more like an ornament than a weapon. However, those who are really familiar with the young king know that he has excellent sword skills and the blade is equally sharp.
"Mr. Earl has confirmed that he is indeed too close to Queen Roland." His confidant was full of worries, "You should be wary of Your Royal Highness."
"I've heard similar words no less than a thousand times." Orsis replied, "Actually, I'm more surprised by one thing..."
He paused, showing a somewhat subtle expression.
"I know Arthur. His pursuit of art and crime is far above everything." Even sometimes causing trouble for him, wanting to see more chaos is more motivated than the desire for the throne.
"What made him change? What kind of people can attract the most attention to him now?"
"It is said..." the confidant said hesitantly, "that Queen Roland inherited her mother's red pupils. Isn't red pupils always considered to be the embodiment of magic and evil?"
Prince Arthur happens to have a love of "sin" that no one else can match.
"Let's go, let's meet the beauty who fascinates my younger brother." Orsis half-jokingly said, "Although, if you ask me, her beauty is probably due to the fact that whoever wins her wins Roland."
While speaking, he had already arrived at the study room, where the portrait of the queen sent back by the count in advance was placed.
Orsis casually pushed the door open.
Several followers couldn't help their exclamations, and everyone, including Orsis, had their gazes drawn to the same place.
— Standing in front of her was a beautiful woman she had never seen before.
The oil painting stands in the room directly opposite the door, and all people who step into the door will be attracted by the person on the painting at the first sight. Prince Arthur's pursuit of art is well known, but even if they are familiar with his harsh temperament, they still can't help questioning the authenticity of this painting - can the people in this painting really be what the world can have
In that painting, in a dark room, a ray of light fell obliquely, covering the face of Queen Roland looking sideways. Her skin was white and fair, her contours were flawless, her lips were as soft as roses, and her mysterious eyes Staring at everyone through the canvas, the red dresses are stacked to the ground...
She reminds one of roses, of summer, of all things strong and fragrant, hot and alluring.
"Okay." Someone murmured, "If it's really like the picture, then it's not difficult to understand that His Royal Highness is in a state of fascination."