The night was dark.
The Duke of St. Pros stood on the balcony of White Dew Castle and looked into the distance.
From where he was standing, he could vaguely see the fighting in Dongcheng.
Although the Blood Cavalry Army was extremely brave, they were still caught in the layers of defense carefully constructed by the Pegasus Legion.
Of course, the Duke of St. Pros is also very clear that if he really wants to keep this northern cavalry completely in Bailu City, the eastern border may have to pay a very tragic price.
It was even more terrifying than the price paid in the Battle of Shadow Canyon.
But the Duke of St. Pros was still determined to carry out the plan.
Because he understands that the significance of this battle is not just to annihilate this cavalry of less than 20,000 people, but to pull out the sharpest fang in the northern border!
More importantly, this is of greater significance to the East Territory.
The eastern border army has been weak for many years, not because of the lack of a whetstone.
This time, the Duke of St. Pros wants to use the hardest whetstone of the Blood Cavalry Army to help the Eastern Territory forge a strong army of iron and blood!
As for the lives and flesh that will be consumed in the process of "sharpening the knife", in the eyes of the Duke of St. Pross, it is also the price that the East Territory must pay.
This is the cold-bloodedness and determination that a wise lord must possess.
Light footsteps sounded from behind, and the familiar scent of roses made the Duke of St. Pros guess the identity of the visitor without looking back.
Sure enough, the Duchess was walking gracefully and standing beside her husband.
She glanced at the fire in the city and said with a smile:
"It seems that the blood cavalry army really failed to achieve their goals and refused to give up!"
The Duke of St. Pross smiled complacently, and said: "Of course. The Hall family is too important to the northern border. If the blood cavalry army can't pick up those people from Bailu City this time, the northern border will never be able to completely control the Nushui River." .
And we also have a bargaining chip to persuade Earl Hall to change his mind. "
"Are you really going to forgive the Hall family?"
"Do I have a choice?" The Duke of St. Pross said through gritted teeth, "The Nushui River is too important to the Eastern Territory. Didn't that old fellow, Earl Hall, see this clearly before launching this rebellion without fear? Yes!"
The Duchess sighed, and said helplessly, "In this way, Vincent's position as the first heir will no longer be shaken."
Hearing this, the Duke of St. Pross suddenly turned his head, stared at his wife's side face, and asked, "Why did you encourage me to replace the heir?"
"Of course it's because of Vincent's fiasco in Silvermoon City." The Duchess replied casually, "Are you regretting it?"
The Duke of St. Pros did not let this question be skipped so easily, and continued to ask: "No, you have expressed your dislike for Vincent before he messed up the Battle of Silvermoon City.
Moreover, do you really think I don't know anything about why the Fein family was able to be attracted by Evan? "
The Duchess' eyes flickered, as if she had been told something.
She raised her head and put a few strands of hair that had been blown by the night wind behind her ears, as if trying to hide her guilty conscience, she smiled and said, "That's right, I really don't like Vincent very much."
"Why?"
The Duchess turned her head, faced her husband, and said, "Have you forgotten? Vincent is the first child I conceived. Because I have little experience, I suffered a lot, so, compared to the later Evan and Ana, I really don't like Vincent enough.
Of course, this is my own problem, as a mother, I shouldn't be so partial... "
"Really?" The Duke of St. Pros looked at his wife's face quietly, wondering if he believed the somewhat ridiculous explanation she gave, and then asked, "What about Evan?"
"What?" The Duchess was taken aback.
"A few days ago, didn't you persuade me to let Anna inherit the Duke of the East?" The Duke of St. Pross looked at his wife with scrutiny. "How did Evan lose your favor?"
"Isn't that because he has let us down time and time again? Clover City, the Tinder Army, including the arbitrariness of calling the lords to try to besiege Colin Angelet, that's why I think maybe he is not the last person to become the Duke of the East. Good candidate."
"Yeah?"
"That's right. And Anna has made great progress in the way of chivalry, and she is very likely to be promoted to the Sanctuary. It is indeed a good choice for her to inherit the position of Duke of the Eastern Realm."
"Is that all?"
"Otherwise?" the Duchess said with a face of course, and then she seemed to remember something, and asked suddenly, "By the way, speaking of Anna, have you found out her whereabouts?"
Seeing his wife trying to change the subject again, the Duke of St. Pross finally lost his patience and said in a deep voice, "Okay, Kate, stop pretending, I've seen through your methods!"
The Duchess froze for a moment, then looked at her husband inexplicably, and asked, "What are you pretending to do? What means?"
The Duke of St. Pross sneered: "The difficulties in giving birth to the first child, and the fiasco in Silvermoon City, these are all excuses!
The reason why you really don't want Vincent to inherit the title of Duke of the East is because he married a woman from the Hall family! "
Before the Duchess opened her mouth to defend herself, the Duke of St. Pros continued:
"The same is true for Evan, Clover City, Tinder Army... these are all plausible excuses, but in fact, since I publicly announced his engagement to Grace of the Bruckens family, you have started to persuade me to change to Anna For the first heir!
Therefore, what you care about is not who will be the Duke of the Eastern Realm, but who is the Duke of the Eastern Realm's spouse!
If I'm not mistaken, you should have helped Anna find a Christian husband, right? "
"You... Is that how you look at me..." The Duchess trembled slightly, as if she couldn't believe that her husband was so maliciously speculating about herself.
"Isn't it?" The Duke of St. Pros snorted coldly, looking at his aggrieved wife, but his heart was as hard as a stone, "I really regret listening to your nonsense! If I have been firmly defending Vincent special inheritance rights, then none of this will happen now... "
"Hehe!" The Duchess suddenly sneered and said, "So that's it, you are trying to put the blame on me!"
"Enough!" The Duke of St. Pros roared, clutching his wife's arm furiously, "Kate, you have let me down so much!
You have been married to the St. Pross family for so many years, and you have given birth to three children for me, but your heart has always been towards the church!
Of course, this is nothing at all, after all, the St. Pross family is a loyal ally of the Pope.
But, you shouldn't, you shouldn't, you shouldn't have my heir's idea! "
Not knowing whether it was the Duke of St. Pross who hurt her arm, or whether she was being told what was on her mind, the Duchess' face gradually turned pale.
Just when she was thinking hard about how to explain to her furious husband, there was a sudden rush of footsteps.
The butler saw that something was wrong with the atmosphere on the balcony from a distance, and logically he shouldn't have stepped forward to disturb it, but at this time the situation was urgent, and he couldn't care less about it, so he walked over boldly.
The Duke of St. Pros asked angrily:
"What's up?"
The housekeeper did not dare to raise his head, and said in a trembling tone:
"Master, Master Vincent...he...he was assassinated in the Hall family!"
(end of this chapter)