After a few days, the three of them finally "convinced" all the people on the list given by Frederick.
Although some diehards were still stubborn, they had undoubtedly completely relaxed in their hearts. As long as Frederick explained the pros and cons to them at the next clan meeting, even if they could not bring themselves to support him, they would no longer have any reason to oppose him.
As for the majority of fence-sitters, they have already completely joined the pro-war camp and are eager to wave their flags and shout slogans right away, and go into battle for their families.
Of course, Medea also did some tricks when implanting the idea:
Since what everyone wants to annex is the Duchy of Swabia, which is the fiefdom of the Griffin Family, then it is undoubtedly a more appropriate plan to take advantage of the situation to deal with the Duke of Franconia, and preferably have him killed by His Majesty the Emperor.
To be honest, dealing with these nobles is more tiring than going directly to the battlefield.
The etiquette of visiting, the way of speaking, and the accompanying expressions and body language must be appropriate and not impolite.
Medea and Nora were naturally clear about these etiquette details.
Ask was completely unaware, but he was acting as Nora's secretary, so he only had to keep his head down and write down notes. Medea was in charge of the conversation, and Nora represented the Licinius family, and she stood by with a pretentious smile the whole time.
As everyone talked until the last day, Ask's hands were sore, Medea's mouth was dry, and Nora's face was almost cramped from laughing, because these nobles were so good at pretending. Even though they had completely changed their minds, they had to put on expressions of "reluctantly", "although I have my own opinion", and "but what you say does make sense". They dragged out something that could have been discussed in a few minutes into several hours, and they had to say countless polite words in between.
"What a loss! Such a loss!" Medea complained as she returned to the castle corridor. "How can a 20% price increase be enough? If I had known it would be so exhausting, I should have at least increased it by 60%!"
"It's okay." Ask said, "We'll make up the extra difference later."
"Well, it's up to you." Medea said this and followed Nora back to her room. She played the role of a war broker and political speaker invited by Nora from outside the city, and of course she had to live in a room in the castle.
Ask also returned to his bedroom, ran water in the bathroom to wash his face, and when he looked up, he saw mist emerging in the reflection of the bathroom mirror.
At the same time, a gray figure suddenly appeared behind him.
"Wait a moment." Ask said, wiping his face with a towel.
"You don't seem afraid of me." said the figure in the mirror.
"If I didn't know who you were," Ask said, staring into the mirror, "I wouldn't have stuffed the coin into the corpse's mouth that day."
"I don't know if you are brave or stupid." The figure said calmly, "I am the ferryman."
"The ferryman of the Styx."
"Since you know this ritual, you should also be clear about your purpose and the corresponding price required to summon me."
"Of course." Ask said calmly, "I want to talk to Apirius, and he will pay the price."
"Are you sure he will pay for you?" The ferryman slowly stretched out his hand. A long, narrow sickle emerged from his arm made of mist. Just looking at it made people feel as if their souls were leaving their bodies and they were out of control. "If he refuses, your spirit will belong to me forever."