"Marquis Dawson, you took the liberty to come here, didn't you disturb your rest?"
As soon as he entered, the Marquis of Menam greeted him with a smile.
Behind him was Count Anka.
Marquis Dawson smiled as usual: "Of course not."
After greeting the two to take their seats, Marquis Dawson ordered his guards to bring tea, and then he was not in a hurry, sipping tea quietly, waiting for Marquis Menham to explain his intention.
Not long after, the Marquis of Menham took the initiative to speak: "Marquis Dawson, I think you also know that Anka has just returned from Winter City."
The Marquis of Dawson glanced at Earl Anka, and asked with a smile: "I don't know how the mission is going? Does the St. Hilde family agree to peace talks?"
"The attitude of the St. Hilde family is even worse than we imagined!" the Marquis of Menam sighed.
Earl Anka interrupted at the right time: "I found out that the St. Hilde family already knew the news of Mr. Xi's death, which was beyond my expectation!
Moreover, this also made the negotiations extremely difficult! "
The Marquis of Menam looked gloomy, and said coldly: "It is estimated that someone from our side secretly sent news to the city, otherwise the St. Hilde family would not have known the news of Mr. Xie's death so quickly."
Although Marquis Dawson scolded his idiot son bloody in his heart, he remained calm on the surface, and took the initiative to change the subject:
"So, the St. Hilde family does not agree to the peace talks?"
The Marquis of Menam certainly didn't expect that the good son of the ally in front of him had leaked the secret, and he didn't get entangled in it. He shook his head and said:
"No. The St. Hilde family is willing to negotiate peace. However, they put forward an extremely excessive condition."
Marquis Dawson's heart moved, and he immediately thought of the information his son had just brought back, and asked with a smile:
"What conditions?"
The Marquis of Menham stared into the eyes of the Marquis of Dawson, and said word by word: "The St. Hilde family asked me to hand you over!"
Marquis Dawson's complexion changed, and his eyes gradually became dangerous. He said in a deep voice, "So, Marquis Menham, are you going to accept this condition?"
The Marquis of Menham was still staring into the eyes of the Marquis of Dawson, but did not answer immediately.
The Marquis of Dawson, of course, stared back without giving an inch.
The two are like beasts who have met on a narrow road, and they are engaging in eye contact before the battle of life and death.
The atmosphere in the camp gradually stagnated, and the air seemed to be almost unbreathable.
Earl Anka on the side suddenly fidgeted, sweating profusely, and at the same time he was extremely puzzled by his father's behavior—
Why deliberately provoke the Marquess of Dawson
Or in the other party's camp
Aren't you afraid of being hacked to death by the angry Dawson family guards
Just when Earl Anka was about to collapse, the Marquis of Menam suddenly burst into laughter.
Immediately, Marquis Dawson laughed too.
The stagnant air resumed its flow at this moment, as if everything just now was just an illusion.
Earl Anka was a little confused, but he also quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Marquis Dawson, do you think I will accept such a condition?" Marquis Menham asked with a relaxed expression.
The Marquis Dawson was also smiling, as if receiving his closest friend: "Of course not! The friendship between the Dawson family and the Maynam family has been passed down for thousands of years, and they are both the hope of revival of the dwarves!
How can we kill each other? "
"That's right!" The Marquis of Menham clapped his hands and said loudly, "That Viscount Angelet thinks that he can sow discord between us with such an agreement, it's really naive!"
"Haha, since you are so honest, then I won't hide it anymore. I just received a letter from Archbishop Adjani. The letter is still trying to warn me that the Menam family is going to betray Dawson family!"
"Oh?" The Marquis of Menam rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "It seems that Archbishop Ajani has a very good relationship with you, and he actually helped to inform you."
Marquis Dawson waved his hand and said, "Hey, I think this woman has bad intentions. I'm afraid she's just thinking about how to use our Dawson family to do things for her."
"Indeed!" the Marquis Menham nodded, "I dare not get too close to that monstrous female priest, for fear of being bewitched by her. It is a very wise decision for you to avoid her!"
Earl Anka finally came to his senses at this moment, and immediately praised with a smile: "Yes, human beings are too treacherous and cunning, we dwarves should unite as one to fight against foreign enemies!"
The Marquis of Menham nodded with a smile, and he recognized his son's words very much. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the letter in the hands of Marquis Dawson, and asked, "Is this the letter that Adjani sent?"
"Yes. It's full of old-fashioned tricks. It's too late to trick me." Marquis Dawson handed the letter to Marquis Menham frankly, and said, "Do you want to see it?"
"Okay." The Marquis of Menam was not polite, and took it immediately.
But then he frowned and asked, "Why are there so many altered places?"
Marquis Dawson said disapprovingly, "Oh, this is the original document I received. Hehe, maybe the archbishop struggled with wording when he wrote the letter."
The Marquis of Menham glanced suspiciously at the Marquis of Dawson, but said nothing, but carefully read the contents of the letter.
After a while, he raised his head again, returned the letter to Marquis Dawson, and said, "It seems that the situation in Winter City may not be stable either."
Marquis Dawson nodded and said, "That's right, there must be people in Lion's Roar Castle who don't want to see Vera inherit the title of duke, and the Uman family, if the information given by Mr. Xie is correct, also has a blood feud with the Angelet family .
The potential resistance forces in the city must not be underestimated, perhaps, we can make use of them. "
The Marquis of Menam rubbed his chin, seemed to be in deep thought, nodded after a while and said: "This is indeed a feasible method, but how can we contact the city?"
Marquis Dawson coughed a few times in embarrassment, and said, "I have a way to contact Archbishop Adjani, but I don't think this person is trustworthy."
The Marquis of Menam smiled and said, "Then you don't have to trust her. We and the church are just using each other. You should pretend to agree to the other party's request and see what she has for you."
Marquis Dawson seemed to be moved, and nodded after thinking for a moment: "Okay, I can find a way to contact the city and see if those dissatisfied forces can win over Vera."
"Okay! Then thank you for your hard work!"
"You are being polite!"
The Marquess of Menham immediately stood up and said goodbye to the Marquess of Dawson.
The night outside the tent was dark, and there was no moon in the sky, only a little bit of starlight.
The Marquis of Menham and his son walked quietly. After returning to their camp, the Marquis of Menham suddenly asked:
"Do you think Lord Dawson is lying?"
"Huh?" Earl Anka was stunned for a moment, "Probably... not."
"Hehe." The Marquis of Menham sneered, and said, "Have you seen the letter? It is full of traces of alterations. Marquis Dawson said that it was originally like this, but I think it might be after he received the letter. , deliberately obliterated important information!"
Count Anka thought for a while, nodded and said, "It is indeed possible..."
The Marquis of Menham said again: "There is still the handwriting on the letter, have you noticed it?"
Earl Anka was a little embarrassed because he didn't pay attention to the handwriting.
"Don't you feel familiar?" Marquis Menam suggested.
Earl Anka thought about it carefully, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration. He took out the peace agreement from his pocket, and said in surprise, "The handwriting on that letter is the same as the handwriting on this agreement!"
The Marquis of Menham nodded, and asked again: "I remember you said that this agreement was written by Viscount Angelet on the spot?"
"That's right! I saw what he wrote with my own eyes!" Earl Anka finally came to his senses, "So, the letter was not written by Adjani to the Marquis Dawson at all, but Viscount Angelet!"
"Yes, the Marquis of Dawson should have lied." The Marquis of Menham said with a gloomy expression, "And this is not the first lie he has told."
"He also concealed other things?" Count Anka asked in surprise.
"Do you still remember how he reacted when I told him that someone in the camp had leaked the news of Mr. Yu's death to Winter City?"
Earl Anka thought for a while and said in shock: "He didn't respond, but changed the subject!"
"Yes." The Marquis of Menham sneered, "There are such important things as traitors in the camp, and he doesn't care at all. Don't you think it's too strange?"
Earl Anka immediately said, "Unless, he arranged for this traitor!"
"Yes." The Marquis of Menam sighed, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He looked back in the direction of the Dawson family camp, and said quietly:
"Fran Dawson, how can you make me trust you?"
(end of this chapter)