Graycastle Royal Capital, underground palace.
Tifeko sat leaning on the throne, propping his cheek with his right hand, and looked a little impatiently at the respondent who performed his assassination stunt in the hall.
This is the first few idiots after winter
Probably because he was too tolerant, he let these clowns come forward one by one.
He yawned and felt his eyes dry.
Since the palace of the sky was blown up by snow powder, he moved the court venue to the basement of the palace. After some renovations, several storage rooms were connected together, and the space was not too small, enough to accommodate ministers and nobles attending the meeting. The most important thing is that this place is absolutely safe. There is only one entrance and exit. Above is the magnificent palace. No amount of snow powder will affect this place. The disadvantage is that there is no light underground, and the light source is all provided by turpentine torches. The torches surrounding the wall made the indoor air extremely dry and dull, and the sweet smell of pine resin made him sleepy.
Thinking of the fourth brother, Tifeke hated his teeth so much that if some witnesses hadn't noticed that the opponent's attack came from the sky, he would probably still be building a sentry tower. Now that he knows that this method can't be defended at all, he can only hold a meeting here temporarily.
Roland Wimbledon will definitely pay for this!
"Your Majesty," the respondent's voice pulled his thoughts back into the hall, "Please see, as long as the traitor Roland dares to appear in front of me, I can complete the mission you entrusted with me!"
Tifeko glanced at the other side and saw that the four throwing knives were accurately inserted into the wooden barrel twenty paces away from him.
"Is this what you call a stunt?"
"That's right, Your Majesty," he said confidently, "to tell you the truth, I've done this business before, and no less than ten mice died in my hands. If you shoot in the crowd, most targets will die. I don't know where the flying knife came from."
"Where's the reward?" Tifeko moved his stiff body.
"Only twenty-five golden dragons," said the respondent, clasping his fingers, "five for travel expenses, as well as for dressing up expenses, it is easier to approach the traitorous king by dressing up in an inconspicuous appearance."
"Ser Weimars," the king motioned.
"Yes, Your Majesty." The Knight of Steel Heart drew out his sword, took off his shield from behind, and walked into the hall.
"You, what do you mean?" He was startled.
"Defeat my knight and I will give you the reward." Tifeko winked at Sir.
The latter nodded, pulled down the visor, and walked towards the other side.
"Wait, wait... No, Your Majesty, this can't be done," the respondent turned over in embarrassment, avoiding the knight's slash, and stammered, "I can't face it!"
The kick that the knight followed immediately slammed into his stomach, causing him to swallow the second half of his words.
After rolling twice on the ground, the respondent softly threw a throwing knife, but was easily blocked by the shield. Then Jazz stepped on his hand, swung his sword down, and half of his arm left his body immediately, and the splashed blood formed an arc on the ground.
"My hand!" The other party let out a scream, hugging his arms and curling into a ball.
"First, the royal family is no better than a mouse, and even my stupid younger brother will not easily approach the crowd. Second, if you are helpless with a single knight, what would you use to assassinate a lord with many knight guards around you? After twenty-five golden dragons, you will never come back here again." Tifeko waved his hand, "Throw him out."
If it were a month or two ago, he would not have treated these ignorant and greedy people like this. At most, he would have driven them out of the capital and ordered them not to come back without Roland's head. He gave some financial support to those who were slightly more likely to succeed, but so far, Roland is still alive and well.
Probably because of this kind of attitude, more and more people came to claim that they could solve the rebellion against the king, and the methods became more and more absurd. There was even a guy who pulled the maid in the tavern as an assassin before, saying that the maid was so skilled that no man could refuse her service. I just don't know what it means! Don't they know the difference between ordinary women and witches? They all repeatedly publicized the depraved actions of the fourth brother on the notices. How could a lord who can keep witches care about such a poor thing.
Section Chief Tiffie let out a sigh of relief, teaching these ignorant applicants a lesson, and it should also make others calm down a little.
Perhaps recruiting counterinsurgents from the public is a mistake in itself.
Only pills and snow powder can defeat Roland.
He glanced down the hall, and when he saw that there were no outsiders, he asked the former Prime Minister, "How is the development of the snow powder weapon now?"
According to the information collected from Changsong Fortress one after another, the reason why the miners in Frontier Town were able to defeat the Duke Knights and the maddening militia was because they used a peculiar snow powder weapon. It should be a semi-closed iron tube that uses the impact force generated by the explosion of snow powder to push the lead shot to attack the target, similar to a crossbow. Tifeko was very concerned about this, and immediately summoned the experienced blacksmiths of the king to start imitating this new type of sharp weapon.
"It's not ideal, Your Majesty," said the Marquis of Wake, shaking his head. "The blacksmiths have tried out a dozen of these weapons based on information, but they are far less powerful than rumored. Only a few can penetrate the knights within ten steps. Breastplate, more than fifty steps will make it difficult to hit the target."
"Ten steps?" Tifeko frowned. "Isn't that the same as sticking to the knight's face? Can it stop the charge of the knight order?"
"Indeed, there may still be some tricks that we haven't mastered yet... In addition, even if the blacksmiths and apprentices in the whole city are called in, a maximum of twenty iron pipes can be produced a month, and it is not guaranteed that every pipe can be used." The Marquis sighed. , "As of today, four iron pipes have exploded during training, and the guards are also somewhat resistant to practicing this snow powder weapon."
Damn, Border Town is many times more barren than the capital, but Roland managed to make up hundreds of iron pipes in one winter. He must have obtained the help of the devil.
Tifeko changed the subject angrily, "What about the pills? Has the church not given an answer yet?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," the Marquis replied. "The High Priest said that the Holy City is fighting against the invasion of evil beasts, and he has no energy to provide more maddening medicine. He hopes that we can wait patiently until the end of the evil month to discuss."
"I don't want to see the betrayer still safe in the Westward Castle, not for another day!"
It seemed that he had to write a handwritten letter to the Holy City of Hermes, and Tifeke thought bitterly that if he wanted to recruit believers in Greycastle in the future, he would have to exchange pills for it.
Just as he was about to announce the end of today's court meeting, Sir Blint, the foreign secretary, suddenly stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, the envoy from the Kingdom of Dawn has arrived in the capital today, and I hope to receive your reception."
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