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After lunch, Roland called Barov into the bedroom.
This is the first time for the Chief Executive to come to this kind of place. His hands and feet are obviously more restrained than before, but the expression on his face is very excited.
Seeing the other party's performance, Roland couldn't help but think of the story of a famous person in history who ran out of clothes to receive a visiting courtier, and the latter was greatly moved. Obviously it was just his own lazy behavior, but the boss felt a strong sense of trust, which was considered unintentional.
It has to be said that male officials still have unique advantages in enhancing loyalty, such as talking at night, sleeping on their feet, etc... If it was Edith Kant, it would be a different idea.
He shook his head with a smile, and put aside these distracting thoughts, "How many letters have you received during the time I was fighting in the Northland and in a coma?"
"There are sixteen letters in total," Barov quickly reported, "most of them are letters from the lords of various places requesting business or visits, and there are two secret letters from the guardian of the east border expressing peace talks with you. I follow your previous letter. All the requests were answered one by one.”
According to the tasks given by the pre-war meeting, when the king led his army on an expedition, Neverwinter City was temporarily managed by Barov, and the letters sent to the king were also read by him. message, and then send a flight courier to forward it to the front line.
"Just for peace talks?"
"Yes... They are not willing to hand over the enfeoffment rights, and they also advise you to keep the tradition and glory of the nobility."
"When the spring of next year begins, those people will naturally know what choice to make." Roland shrugged, "Then what about the letter that I need to see in person? Where did it come from?"
"One is from the Astrologer's Association in Dawn City, and the other is from the Kingdom of Dawn," Barov handed over two pieces of letter paper. "You were in a state of sleep when they arrived, and the content was... weird."
"eccentric?"
Roland first spread out the parchment with the constellation pattern on it.
The letter was written by the Dispersive Star Bachelor, and the first half of the page was greetings and thanks—the astronomical telescope that had been given to the observatory had come in handy, and it was natural for them to express their gratitude, but the following content made him stunned for a moment.
The trace of the "Destroying Star" was actually found in the starry sky
A star that glows red in a fixed position
Roland immediately thought of synchronous orbit.
Judging by his poor astronomical knowledge, only objects in synchronous orbits can remain relatively stationary with the planet.
But if the red moon appears in this orbit, it is impossible not to affect the planet itself, and the observation results also show that its volume should be extremely small.
So the red moon is not a natural celestial body, but an artificial satellite
Roland thought for a moment and then rejected the guess. If it was a satellite, how could it be possible to "come to the world"? According to Agatha, when the red moon appeared in the world, people all over the continent could witness its existence - it was bigger and brighter than the moon, and the scarlet light stained the stone walls of the holy city. With a touch of blood, even in the daytime, its outline can be seen.
This is totally unreasonable.
He was silent for a while before putting the letter aside. "Prepare a letter for me, inviting astrologers to come to Neverwinter."
"But last time they rejected you," Barov hesitated, "this time I'm afraid..."
"The situation is different. The Astrological Society has found the star they want to pursue, and then they just need to stare at the sky." Roland tapped on the table and said, "You tell them in your letter that Neverwinter has developed a more advanced technology. Good astronomical telescope, and also found some ancient books about the extinct star, I believe they will come."
"Yes."
He spread out the second piece of paper—or rather, a note, and like the usual secret letters, the messages delivered by the flying messenger were always very concise.
"The Lord of Dawn has passed away, and the eldest son, Ampein Moa, succeeds."
"He ordered the extermination of the church members, the severance of trade routes with the Holy City, and the hunt for witches."
"Affected by this, there has been a rebellion in the border areas, and our caravans have also been affected."
"The original plan may need to be temporarily suspended."
Roland couldn't help frowning. Barov didn't know what the church was doing in Dawn, and it was normal that he couldn't figure it out. After Isabella and others evacuated, the Lord of Dawn, who had no medicine supply, died of coma sooner or later. He just didn't expect that Amperin would hate the church so much, and even the witches would hate it.
Among these policies, the followers of Qing and Suppression can say that unilaterally banning trade is basically cutting off the financial path of the border lords. There must be a shadow of the church behind the rebellion, and the search for witches is completely contrary to their own interests.
Such an impulsive order is unlikely to be the idea of the three major families. It can only be said that the new king has been carried away by hatred and wants to avenge his father.
He originally thought Chen Xi would be a potential ally, but the result was a big disappointment.
"Send an official diplomatic letter," Roland said slowly, "first congratulate him on his coronation as king, and then warn him not to do so—the pure are not the same as witches, and Graycastle has formed an official witch organization to put the What they see as an enemy is an enemy of Greycastle."
"Er... Your Majesty," Barov wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Are you sure you want to write this?"
"Any questions?"
"The other party will not take it seriously at all, and may regard your words as a threat."
Roland naturally knew that sometimes even the vassals of local lords would not accept the king's orders, let alone intervene in foreign affairs. But times have changed, and if the other party doesn't understand, he doesn't mind teaching them what constitutes true diplomacy.
"This is a threat in itself," he replied nakedly, "If Ampain Moa insists on going his own way, when he captures the Holy City next year, let Dawn change to another king by the way - one willing to stand on the side of Graycastle and fight together. A wise person in the Battle of Divine Will, such as Andrea from the Quinn family is not bad."
The diplomacy of the new era will be built under the guns of steel, and what cannot be obtained at the negotiating table will be achieved by the military. Not to mention interfering in the internal affairs of other countries, changing heirs, supporting the opposition, and directly sending troops to occupy are all common methods. Before the red moon came, Roland didn't want other kingdoms to hold him back.
Therefore, the core content of the entire diplomatic letter is "Don't say it's not a word."
"I... get it," a complex look appeared in Barov Mons' eyes, with surprise, excitement, and awe that could not be hidden... He bent down deeply, "I will convey your will to the Dawn King's."