Wait, nothing will be done later

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The Count was silent and held the knight's sword in his hand tightly.

He did not remember what the person in front of him said, because he did not believe that Kada, this fortress of his own would fall like this.

Perhaps, Kada is not like Heyman, known as the city defense of iron walls, but it is also one of the support points that form the second defense circle. If it is just a mere infiltration, it can be silently eliminated.

Then it cannot be a small town with a long history for hundreds of years.

Even if this kind of faith might make him die here, the Count still has hope—death or fear, but he has long been ready to face it; otherwise, he would not have come.

When he arrived at this fortress, this small city defense was like a nail hanging alone on the frontier of Tuminis after Heyman disappeared.

If your life can be exchanged for the continuation of family prosperity, then it will be worthwhile for this life...

Or in the eyes of ordinary people, the nobles are always a mixture of wealth, depravity and darkness, but because of this, they may never understand the price behind this rich and graceful food - the tradition and honor of the family that they bear.

, A true nobleman, as long as he lives, can only fight for his family. Only in this way can he pursue his own things after death. The glory on the mountain of heaven or the singing of the wilderness of joy.

The messy thoughts in my mind were driven away by the slowly invasive coldness. The bursts of bursts around my eyes made the count raise their heads. They noticed the burning scroll in the hands of the young man in front of me, and a finger pointing to the inside of the city wall.

What do you want me to see?

The Count was puzzled, but he couldn't get the answer...or, he didn't need to get that answer.

The sword in his hand had fallen under his feet at some point, and it made a crisp sound, which was also spread far away in the rain. However, the count himself was unaware of it. In his wide eyes, the lingering of magic was reflected.

The light and shadow outlined by black and white. In that light and shadow, the scene on the city wall just happened to be repeated, in the distance, near, in every watchtower, every block, and every barracks in the city.

The distance between the sky and the earth became narrow and long in the field of vision, and dazzling flashes disappeared in it, turning from human figures into human figures. So between the two shadows, the bodies of soldiers were silenced or slipped down.

In this cold rainy night of black and white, there were fleeting bright blood reds.

Every lightning indicates the spread of death.

Those shadows, bypassing the long gap, fell in front of every soldier, and entered every camp. When they left, the original silence turned into the deepest silence, and death took away this night.

All sounds beyond the sound of rain.

They are not acting like lightning, but are transformed into lightning... How many people are there with this power?

Ten people? One hundred people? Or... one thousand?

There was no answer, because the Count could hardly capture those figures anymore. All he could see was just a few flags that were inserted into every important location of the Kada Fortress.

"What is this? They...the flag...who are you?" The count's lips shivered. But finally a voice came out, although he seemed to have no idea that he was talking and what he was doing.

He was raising the questions in his heart, but countless questions and countless thoughts had appeared in his heart for a moment, and he could not organize any clear context.

Every soldier in the fortress is his direct line. He believes in their abilities. He believes that if an accident occurs, they will react as quickly as possible, even on this dark and cold rainy night, in this mysterious

During the raid.

However, now, this confidence has been completely shattered.

The trembling question was not answered, so he could only stare blankly at the young man's figure, behind him, the city gate fell from the building, a lightning flashed across the sky, and the pale light and shadow represented the side of the family.

The blue lion shield flag floated down in the rain and dissipated like fallen leaves. On the black flag, a red dragon opened its teeth and claws, but what it spit out was lightning and bright yellow cold light.

The light was so cold and even colder than ice. A fear that seemed to tighten the heartstrings arises in the person who saw it all.

...

Thousands of miles away, the same bright yellow light presents such a warm color, although they are just magical glow without the temperature of flame.

This sexual light sprinkled from the large bronze chandeliers hanging from the dome. Hundreds of magic crystals poured out soft flames, illuminating the entire hall with bright lights.

The brilliant lights reflect a particularly enchanting atmosphere. It shines between countless silver plates and candlesticks, covering countless exquisite food and wine on it, wandering like butterflies, and waiters

The men were busy. So the ladies were talking about clothes, perfume and lovers. But the men picked up wine glasses and whispered together in groups, discussing business. The current situation was the most important thing, the women's

Appearance or interest. These countless noises and bustles also converge into the most common prosperous scene in Louvre Castle.

The noise condenses above the tall hall and gathers into a buzzing sound. However, the cleverly designed dome will make these noises collide and disappear, so at the top of the hall, the space higher than everyone else

Inside, you can be quiet enough to hear the slight collision of liquid.

The wine in the cup is shining with bloody beauty in its luster, and traces are hung on the crystal crystal cup. The thick fragrance lingers around it, just right and the perfume scent around it, and it becomes a kind of intoxicating intoxicating.

concentrated.

This is the most advanced elves ancient tree wine. It is said that the brewing method is really passed down to the hands of those elves. It is praised as the fragrant and rich fragrance that has been tempered through time, and the most durable and hiding without losing its taste. This one at the prince’s hand

The bottle has been stored in a cellar for more than seventy years. It is a treasure that is more expensive than the same gold and is also called the flowing amethyst.

However, when the wine entered his throat, the young man holding the wine glass could not help but frown...

Or because he found that he might not be able to understand the sour smell in his whole life, let alone feel the fragrance from it.

But it did not prevent him from continuing to sip.

Just like such a banquet, it is still fresh and has a unique attraction for him. Although he cannot participate in it.

If you cannot participate in it, you will naturally make things that you are familiar with become particularly unfamiliar.

Even if he became the prince for nearly two decades, and such a royal banquet was held almost every day, he still couldn't enjoy anything, in any openness, for 'that reason' he still

It is necessary to reduce the number of people who can cause trouble with the ape.

But maybe. This is also a kind of enjoyment. Looking down from a high place, what he really enjoys is the eyes of those people looking at him, the reverence, obsession or something that is always filled with... even if there is too much

There are so many false things, this is also the only thing that can allow him to enjoy in this isolated place.

Of course, there are other things that can be enjoyed.

"Hello, Lord Earl, I wish you good health, cheers!"

"Haha, my Count, thank you, I wish you good health too. Cheers! Well, how is the recent business of cloth?"

"Damn it, you can make money by selling spices! How long have we known each other? Why are you still showing off in front of me with this? Knowing this will only make me angry!"

"Haha. My old friend, I only earn a little more hard money than you on weekdays. However, we have known each other for so long, why should you hide it anymore... That kind of merciful Your Highness, let your business at least

It's expanded by one third, right?"

"A little more. For His Majesty Wokin's sake, your profit of spices is three times that of me! Don't think I don't know. Our Majesty also gave you enough benefits to eat for the rest of your life, right?"

"Shhhhh... My old friend, you're still so straightforward... Don't forget that it's Your Highness, Your Highness. Although some things are like that, it's like me. The current supply of goods is about to let the Imperials control the light.

It's not easy to do business."

"That's, damn imperial!"

...

"What do you think about the current situation?"

"Haha, of course it's peaceful. Now, as long as the gods protect you, His Majesty the King will gradually recover, everything will be as stable as usual."

"Oh, yes, yes, of course, we raise our glasses for the well-being of His Majesty the King."

"Yes, for your Majesty's health."

A hand gently stroked the ring worn on the ring finger, a very light and almost undetectable luster surrounded him, so the whispers of those people were just word by word, light

It was lightly passed into the ears of the young prince.

That's enough.

The young prince had no intention of what was going on. The relationship between these nobles was no different from dog shit for him. In fact, if you look down from a high place, how much difference is these so-called nobles themselves and dogs?

If you want to raise a good dog, just give enough feed and teach them what they should do when necessary. For these nobles, haha, they just exchange the feed for something called interest.

, What happened afterwards is no different.

Now, His Majesty the King's bait has been dispersed. If it is just from these conversations, the effect will be good.

Nobles, nobles, this kind of thing may be far less humble than dogs. At least the dogs will not eat the dead person, but now, the bait sprinkled by the young prince undoubtedly originates from the fallen family.

The body. The military minister's wealth has now been divided into dozens of pieces, and has been swallowed by his original colleagues.

Of course, the greatest contribution was held in the hands of the most suitable person, the goods that the family had hoarded in various cities, and a secret mint hidden in Romanti not far away, a certain manor, and

The gold mine vein associated with it is the most rewarding for the young prince.

Of course, in the eyes of those nobles, these are nothing. After all, if the wealth of these entities is dozens of golden eggs, then those smuggling lines are chickens that can lay golden eggs. Just give them a short period of time, they

You can get several times the value of those things.

Everyone gets what they want. Isn't it?

Of course, they didn't know that in the near future, these golden hens would be slaughtered... When the war's war ignited.

"So the core of power is actually just the right to information - because more people know more than those who don't know the truth, or pretend to be more than others, so they use this as a basis to manage others. People with less profound vision may take it.

It comes down to the relationship network. However, the maintenance of the relationship network is also supported by information flow. Oh, you probably won’t understand these things. In short, it means whether to take action or not, but the big stocks around Baiyang Town

We must all understand thoroughly, horse thieves.”

The young prince shook his wine glass and suddenly remembered such a sentence.

It was not from the mouth of a predecessor or capable minister, but from a young teenage hunter. However, it has to be said that this seems to be any concept than any of the hand scrolls in the big libraries,
To be continued...