After having read the report in his hand, Count Dernell gently placed this page of parchment on the top of the fireplace, and the old nobleman who had been weather-tested was rarely silent. After a while, he raised his head and looked at his confidant with a gloomy expression:
"I am a waste, and my subordinates are also waste. How long ago is this report?"
"Half a month ago."
"It's been half a month, Tonigel has made such a mess."
"My lord, this may not be a riot." Earl Jean Dernell's confidant said, "No matter how bad Sir Mintai is, he won't be defeated by a mob."
"The other party is a mercenary, but the mercenaries are boring flies, and they won't buzz without smelling the smell of profit—" Count Dernell replied, "Someone is making trouble behind this."
Although it was mentioned in the report that Grudin had offended the mercenaries, this time-tested old noble knew these people very well. Without sufficient conditions, they would not easily go against the local real power lords.
They will not think that Grudin still has his own existence behind him.
To make Earl Denell calm down, he clicked the emerald ring on the index finger of his right hand with his left hand. Those who are familiar with him know that, usually, this means that the Lord Earl is thinking, and when he is thinking, he can't be disturbed.
Seeing this scene, his confidant closed his mouth consciously, waiting for the other party to make a decision.
"I only care about two things," the elder count replied after considering it for a long time. "First, is Grudin dead or alive? Second, who is the man behind?"
The confidant bowed his head humbly and listened, knowing that the big man hadn't finished speaking.
But at this time, the door'Kara' was opened with a sound, interrupting Earl Jean Dernell's words, and he walked into a tall young man from the outside violently.
"Father."
The young man's voice was one step faster than the human, full of breath.
Let Denell shut his mouth and looked at—or rather, he glanced at the visitor sideways, and replied nonchalantly: "How many times have I told you to knock on the door before entering."
"Those who make big things don't stick to the trivial, isn't this what you told me, father."
The young man strode to his father's side. The young man wearing a black trench coat with gold rims on the sleeves and neckline and a long sword on his waist is the second son of Count Jean Dnell—and the only heir at this age who did not receive a fief—he voluntarily gave up the fief. , Insisted on staying with Count Jean Dnell.
Let Count Dernell understand his son’s thoughts of course, but he didn’t mind either, just said, "It looks like you know?"
The urgent intelligence alarmed the entire Paldal Songbao. He didn't think it was weird for his son to come over so quickly. If he didn't know, it would indicate that the other party's alertness was too poor.
"Well, something happened?" The young man looked around, then raised his head and asked with a grin on the sofa beside him.
"Something happened to your brother."
"real?"
Count Dernell raised his eyebrows, and said angrily for the first time: "It sounds like something happened to your brother, it seems you are quite happy?"
"Sorry, father," the young man picked up the cup on one side, then laughed and put it down: "I know it's not good, but I can't help it. I still won't hide my emotions."
The smile on his face was obvious, which obviously made Earl Dernell expected it well.
The old earl shook his head. He was not the same back then, but it seemed to him to be a trivial matter; but the struggle between families was the same thing, and it was different for outsiders to hurt his offspring. Among any nobles, This precedent must never be set.
Even the struggle between nobles and nobles rarely fight each other. Conspiracy and violence are two different things. The blood of nobles is precious and must not be shed in vain.
Therefore, as soon as Count Dernell received this report, he had already made up his mind to retaliate bloodily in order to emulate him.
But in his opinion, this matter is not that simple, so he patted the report and said: "Tonygel has a riot, and your brother's life or death is unknown—"
He paused for a moment: "But I think it's more fierce than lucky." Count Dernell snorted coldly, and let his confidant repeat the current situation.
Sir Mintai was actually defeated
The young man could not help shaking his head when he heard that his brother had been killed by a mob. In his opinion, the mob was a mob. It was a shame to die in a riot as a lord, even himself. Can't help feeling bleak on the face.
In any case, it was his younger brother after all. There was such a trash in his family, and he couldn't hold his head up in front of outsiders. But when he heard the news of Sir Mintai's defeat, his expression was completely different.
This is not a riot.
Although young people are carefree, they are thoughtful people. He immediately stood up and said to Count Jean Dernell: "Father, there are ghosts behind this, please allow me to summon the army immediately-I will make the ghosts behind here pay the price."
Let Count Dernell look at his son and shook his head in disappointment.
"Do you know who is behind it?"
The young man was taken aback, and then said: "As long as the army suppresses the border, they will be exposed."
Not too dumb! The old earl's expression softened, but he still shook his head: "Even though I think it's good, but someone is waiting to see our jokes, you are inspiring and moving the crowd, don't you send the joke to others—"
The youth frowned.
The weather-tested old man nodded his forehead with his hand: "As long as you want to use your brain more, the sword in your hand can destroy your enemies, but it can't lead you to victory. Think about it again."
"Of course, whoever benefits has the motive." The young man replied.
"Yes," Count Denell nodded: "The kingdom is divided into three, but the most likely to do this is the princess line. That cunning little girl is really worrying, because they lack time. Just want to put pressure on me. It would be too simple to think of the Denell family."
"But it may not be impossible that someone is instigating a divorce, father." The young man did not want his father to fall to Anlek's side because of this. His plan was to let the princess win him over. Of course, it would be better to marry him and have a princess. With the help of his power, the position of inheriting the family is firmly established.
Besides, he had long heard of the beauty of the half-elf princess. The reputation of the most brilliant gem on the crown of this ancient king was not only in Eruin, but had even spread to the neighboring Cruz Empire.
But his careful thoughts could not escape the eyes of Count Dernell. The gloomy old man gave his son a cold look: "Don't worry, I won't get hotheaded because of this. I've already passed it. Your age."
"Father?"
"You have to remember a word, Andre," Count Jean Dnell said in a stern tone: "It doesn't matter which side the Dnell family is biased, the important thing is that Dnell must be maintained, or Achieve a more independent status than it is now."
The old man raised his eyebrows and his tone became gloomy: "If you can't get that much, don't think about it so much. How to set your own goals is very important. People who are not greedy will only make others feel disgusted."
The young man was taken aback, then shrugged: "Of course I understand, but what should we do now?"
Count Denell knocked the emerald on the index finger of his right hand, and replied coldly: "That cunning little girl gave me tricks. Of course, the Denell family must pay a tooth for a tooth and blood for blood in return; she Kill my son and I will eat her chess pieces and see how she is going to move next—"
"So?" The young man became excited and patted his sword hilt.
"No, everything is an opportunity in danger. This matter cannot be handled in this way. If a small territory rebellion requires me to do it myself, wouldn't the Denell family surrender themselves?" The old earl shook his head. , Was full of dissatisfaction with this young man's eagerness: "Besides, that cunning little girl and Grand Duke Anlek are staring at me very closely. They absolutely can't take it lightly at this time."
The young man made a cut, untied his sword and threw it on the sofa aside: "I understand, father, you have plans."
His daunting movements almost made Count Dernell tremble with anger, but the old Count was just about to scold him, but the latter had already opened his mouth to interrupt him.
"If we don't do anything, that Pallas is not the opponent of those mobs, father."
The young man put his hands on the back of the sofa and leaned back comfortably, with a lazy expression: "Although the old knight has a decent army, he is stronger than Sir Mintai and is relatively limited. , If Sir Mintai loses miserably, then this Mr. Cavaliers won't win either?"
Count Dernell nodded with a sullen face. Although he could not understand his son's piety, he had to say that only this second son was the most outstanding among his heirs. The others were not like Grudin. That's a waste, but they are just mediocre people.
"I will think about it," the young man replied, "My father, you don't want to let Madara's bones take care of it. They have this ability, but on the one hand, it is not my race, Pallas's honest knight. I'm afraid I can't control them either."
"In other words, father, can you really trust them? That grinning Instaron? I heard that that guy is just a jazz in Madara—"
"Why not?" Count Dernell said in a deep voice. After saying that, he no longer looked at his own son, but said to his confidant who bowed to the side: "Help me draw up two letters—"
"Master Earl?" The confidant raised his head.
"The first letter, written to the dark nobles of Madara, telling them that what they want is still in Fir City, and if they still want to complete the transaction with me, then they can do their best." Commanded coldly.
"The second letter is to the messenger of the mountain people. Don't they want tax exemption? Tell them that if they are willing to participate in this war, not only will I give them tax relief, but also provide food for the army they send!"