Chapter 32 Sigmund II (Chinese)

"Of course I believe that Her Majesty's judgment must be wise, but she is just a girl after all. Even with experienced and capable ministers like Lord Sigmund, I'm afraid there is no guarantee that the kingdom can continue to flourish in this confusing future." Wigridge said.

"I believe the Hastza Empire will fulfill its obligations as an ally when the Kingdom of Vivalia is in trouble." Sigmund said, "Thank you for your concerns, I will convey these concerns to Her Majesty the Queen."

"I just want to follow your former king Izdor and marry his children," Vigridge did not give up on his lobbying. "Build a friendly relationship for generations, Vivalia does not need to worry about her southern border, and Hastza does not need to worry about her north."

"His Majesty Vigridge, unlike your union with His Highness Dia, the marriage between Her Majesty the Queen and His Highness Dhock will be a conjunction between the kingdom and the empire." Sigmund refused,

"Hast Zambia is stronger than Vivalia. At that time, the Kingdom will probably fall into the shadow of the empire and become a nominal ally and a de facto vassal. Please understand my concerns."

The emperors of Hastza were always so self-righteous, thinking that everything in the world belonged to them. They almost conquered everything and almost lost everything, but they always wanted to make a comeback and regain what did not belong to them.

"The desire for freedom is a noble quality, Lord Sigmund." Wigridge looked at the Corva flag on the wall with his sharp brown eyes thoughtfully, "But if the price of freedom is to lose everything, is it worth having?"

Sigmund narrowed his eyes, "Is this a threat, His Majesty the Emperor of the Hastza?"

Wigridge looked back at him, his serious expression turned into a smile, "Of course not, treat this as my own words."

Vigridge never talks nonsense, Sigmund thought. If Her Majesty the Queen refused to propose a engagement with Dorke Apollion, would the Hastza Empire take action against Vivalia? No, even the Hastza people would not violate the sacred ally oath, and Vigridge should not be interested in war.

"Sir Sigmund, do you know where Prince Rudomir and his Black Army are now?" Vigridge changed the subject.

"His Highness Rudomir?" Sigmund shook his head, "I have never seen anyone since the funeral of King Izdor. Some people say that they saw him sailing on a boat in Niwan Town, some say that he went to the Mildew Fort, but in fact no one can be sure where he went. As for his black army, it should still be stationed in Black Fort."

"Does he have any thoughts about his sister being elected queen by the nobles?" Wigridge continued.

"Mr. Rudomir loves his sister, and the Corva family has always been united," said Sigmund. "He is not a powerful adult."

Although King Izdor has always regarded Rudomir as the heir to the throne, Sigmund does not think that he would turn against his dear sister because he did not get the throne. This is also the teachings King Izdor gave to them during his lifetime.

"Hey! Hey! 'Little Giant'! The one standing on the city wall is 'Little Giant', right?" A rough voice came from under the city wall, in Vivalia.

Sigmund looked down at the mercedes and saw a strong man standing on a war horse at the gate of the Zhongming Gate in the north. He was wearing a brown hat and two feathers were inserted.

He was wearing a chain mail, covered with a blue cloak, a long sword on his left side of his waist, and a tight red boot with a white belt on his feet.

"It's you, the 'little giant' next to the old white-haired man! Haha." He said as he laughed at the people behind him, "The cliff almost blocked your entire head!"

"You still have good looks as good as ever, Duke Condrad." Sigmund said to the man under the city wall with a smile.

"Condrad Wilke, the 'Rusty Bear' of Iron Crown and Dawn?" asked Wigridge, "I thought he was a boring person."

"Ha, isn't it?" Sigmund shook his head slightly, "Please allow me to lose my companion, His Majesty Wigridge. There is a bigger problem waiting for me below."

Sigmund quickly walked down the stairs with the wooden handrail and ordered to the servants beside the stables: "Robert, Sevac, Chesari, are ready to set up the guests' horses! Renata, Claudia, wait for the guests to come in and take them to the room that has been packed, the worst quality! Hippolit, come with me!"

He quickly walked out of Zhongming's door, and Hippolit followed closely behind.

"Oh, 'little giant'!" Condrad saw Sigmund coming to him and greeted him with a smile.

Mang Xiong had a white beard, thick eyebrows and round eyes, and his hair under his wool hat had long since fallen off. With that annoying and thick voice, everyone in the castle could hear it.

Behind him were more than a dozen fully armed riders, and their blue-painted breastplate were carved with the white horseshoe patterns of the Wilker family.

The riders protected the carriage carrying passengers or baggage, and there were about thirty or forty servants and servants walking behind them.

According to the letter sent by Condrad Wilke, he said that in order to reduce the troubles of the royal family, he brought only "just enough" people.

"I said don't call me that," Sigmund said. "It's not funny."

"You can't be so serious all day long when you live, Sigmund!" Mang Xiong dismounted, "No wonder you can't find a wife."

"What does it have to do with whether to find a wife or not," Sigmund said. "I have enough headaches. I'm asking for a wife to cause trouble for myself."

"You're still a virgin now, right?" asked Mang Xiong.

"Prostitutes only look at how much gold coins you give." said the young man behind Mang Xiong.

He is about the same height as Mangxiong. Although he is a little thinner, he is still strong. His long brown hair is tied with long braids, blue eyes and a short beard.

"It's right, son." Mang Xiong laughed.

What an old bastard, the Wilk family is all savages without any etiquette.

"Mr. Condrad," Sigmund suppressed his shame, "Are you here to recommend candidates to Her Majesty the Queen?"

"Yes," Mang Xiong affirmed, patting his son's shoulder twice, "It's this kid."

"You must be Mirosla." Sigmund said. Mangxiong had only one son, and the rest were all daughters. The gods were quite kind to him, so he should not be able to give birth to a son.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!