Fedtaler's caution ultimately failed, and his intelligence agents quickly lost track of the envoy, who seemed to have disappeared into Bratislava.

This is indeed the case.

A few hours after the meeting, the envoy stuck his fingers into his eyes and turned his brain into a pulp.

This is not surprising, no mortal soul can bear "memory weaving" twice.

Then Austria's efficient intelligence system in this city immediately came into play, and all the remnants of the special envoy were thrown into a barrel of acid.

Sazastan even reluctantly gave up a very nice rare item that the envoy had on him, lest anyone recognize it.

However, compared to the strange object, Sazhastan was more shocked by the results of Jones' business in this city.

This era is not a post-industrial era where three acids and two alkalis are nothing. A large vat of strong acid that can completely wipe out people is not so easy to handle, but Jones's subordinates can handle this matter properly, so that

Feidtaler's men were unable to trace him.

There are also well-planned safe houses in various neighborhoods in the city. Sazastan has the same feeling as Sirica's boss, that is, this is already a city ruled by Austria.

"How about it? I told you, Your Highness Sazastan, this is the best place to solve the problem." Jones personally poured the liquid that had been sitting for several days into a cesspit and returned to the safe house.

It's been a long time since he did this job.

There are several humans and drow in the safe house.

Jones and Jarlaxle also sneaked into Bratislava, which was indeed completely out of control. Fedtaler disintegrated the forces loyal to the king, but failed to build his own forces.

Zhuoer entered the country in a big way, and the authorities didn't know.

Except for the drow who are best at team combat, the few humans are all dressed as mages.

This time, with the strong support of the Hohenzollern High Commissioner, several court mages reluctantly joined Jones's action team.

So now he seems to be very confident in front of Sazastan.

Sazastan smiled and nodded: "Indeed, Your Highness Jones, this city is the best choice for planning."

Looking at Sazastan's confident face, Jones felt guilty. His action of displaying feathers was actually a stress reaction to Sazastan's "Memory Weaving" move.

This magical magic suppressed both him and Jarlaxle. They might be able to kill people very efficiently, but they would never be able to do such a thing.

The existence of Sazhastan is the best explanation for why spellcasters have so many shortcomings but are still the most important part of the state machine.

Even the ferocious and cunning Jarlaxle was shocked by Sazastan's methods. Kim Murray, who still had the habit of fighting among the drow elves, did not dare to look at this extremely powerful human mage for several days. He was worried.

He started suddenly.

The title of "The Most Powerful Spellcaster in the Human World" has never been secure for Sazhastan, and Jones has never been truly convinced by his "Banshee's Wail". What's the point of something that costs a lot of money and can only kill the weak?

?

This time, the grand chess game of completely brainwashing a powerful demon priest and then single-handedly influencing the entire Europa will not only receive a heavy reward from Ladislaus, but will also give Sazastan competition in the State Council.

Opponents also feel pressure.

It is conceivable that after this extraordinary performance, Sazastan's status in the State Council will rise sharply.

What's more, when it comes to intelligence issues, Sazhastan is not without help.

Jones had to admit that he spent a lot of money but failed to open a passage, and Sazhastan easily solved it as soon as he appeared.

"Okay, let's confirm the details of the operation." Sazastan said calmly.

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King Qin's army outside Buda City all lined up today. They were inspected by their king before heading south to face the Ottoman invaders.

Looking at the endless crowd, King Louis felt so proud.

Twenty-eight thousand soldiers will follow him south along the Danube River, actively inviting an attack on the Ottoman army.

After the Ottoman army crossed the Danube, the Hungarian side could be sure that the enemy would attack Buda directly this time, and the Transylvanian Army could move closer to the Central Army. However, the Ottomans had organized colleges and universities, and their logistics could rely on the Danube River and Shaobo.

The retreating troops are unable to participate in this proactive attack.

His Majesty Louis thinks this is not a problem, he already has a strong enough army.

Although more than half of the more than 20,000 infantry were peasant soldiers brought by nobles from various places, and their combat effectiveness was very doubtful, their cheers were still loud.

There are also about 5,000 infantrymen who are mercenaries from the German area. Their combat effectiveness should be stronger than the mobilized militia.

Most of the more than four thousand cavalry are part of the central standing army. There are also some cavalry guards of the great nobles and a few mercenary regiments mainly composed of cavalry.

After passing through the imposing but seemingly noisy infantry, Louis II came to his cavalry.

Everyone in the Central Cavalry Corps is armored and is the elite of the Kingdom of Hungary.

Their morale is high and their formation is well organized.

It is only slightly inferior to the French Gendarmerie Knights.

"Protect the home and the country!" His Majesty Louis tapped his spurs on his good horse, shook off the entourage behind him, and escaped from the brigade to show his cavalry that he, like them, has the extraordinary riding skills he has trained on horseback since childhood.

technique.

"For the king!"

"Long live the King!"

Although compared to the hunting and galloping that the king enjoyed, the excellent equestrian skills of the cavalry were forced by life, but seeing such a martial king, the cavalry still cheered sincerely from the depths of their hearts.

"Kill those Ottoman bastards!"

"Kill all the infidels!"

These cavalry were from the relatively wealthy class of Hungary. They all opposed the defense of the city and advocated an attack. The king's decision satisfied their wishes, and their morale was now at an all-time high.

"Haha, Mary, the military spirit can be used, the military spirit can be used." With so many loyal and brave people, what does it matter even if Shaoborayi and Feidetaler don't come?!

Even if that damn Ladislaus in Vienna is afraid, what does it matter?!

The world belongs to me, Louis Jaglonni!

Today the queen also accompanied the king to review the troops. Mary's riding skills are also very good.

However, she had been carefully controlling the horse's speed just now, so that the king could exclusively enjoy the honor of leading the way.

"Indeed, Your Majesty, with these loyal ministers, you will definitely be able to achieve a great victory." When Queen Mary said this, a beautiful smile filled her face.

All the objections had been said, and Mary stopped uttering those depressing words when she realized the king's irrevocable determination.

Most of the old ministers also gave up advising the king.

In any case, King Louis left Buda's two thousand city defense troops behind, and they could continue to mobilize in the next period of time, and Sauborai's troops would arrive.

Even if the battle is unfavorable, it seems that Buda still has sufficient defensive strength.

What else can we do? The king is so stubborn. After all, this country still belongs to the Yaglonni family. Since the queen can't speak, we should just live together.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

But obviously there are some people who insist on destroying this harmonious situation.

A white-haired old man suddenly rushed out of the reviewing team and grabbed the king's horse rein.

There was a commotion in the team, and many people recognized him as the head of the Hungarian intelligence department, a veteran who had followed Louis II's grandfather to seize the Hungarian throne.

He had been expelled from the court by King Louis because of the inefficiency and incompetence of the Hungarian intelligence agency in this incident.

"Your Majesty, the Ottomans are in great momentum, so we must not waste the war."

"You old dog! Your intelligence system is slow to respond to enemy invasion. I thought you were working for our family when my grandfather was in Prague, so I spared you. How dare you come to die?!

"

King Louis never expected that something like this could shake the morale of the army.

He pulled out the sword in his saddlebag and was about to kill this old but loyal minister to the Agronni family on the spot.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, why is it like this?" Mary stopped her husband's anger at the critical moment, "This old guy is indeed old and confused. Just for the sake of his stupid loyalty, I threw him into prison first and waited for you, Your Majesty.

Wouldn't it be nice to ask him to confess his stupidity when he returns home in triumph?

Mary took advantage of the king's slight hesitation and immediately shouted to several of her Spanish maids: "Hurry up and put this idiot in prison!"

Seeing the white-haired old minister being gagged and then dragged away by several strong maids, King Louis was still angry in his heart.

Fortunately, at this moment, Mary's cold and soft hands touched his cheek, and her cold and tempting lips sucked the king's anger away from his tongue.

The king and his wife kissed passionately in front of tens of thousands of people, and then spoke the most passionate words of love.

"Promise me to win and come back alive, and then we will go hunting together."
Chapter completed!