In broad daylight, it is obviously unrealistic to escape alone among the hosts. Dozens of knights immediately surrounded them from all sides and surrounded them in the center! After the price of the collapse of several tents, they finally closed after the encirclement. After a while, the knight who came to report to the Pyrenees looked embarrassed: "Report to the general...the two people are dead. They carry very violent poisons, and we cannot stop them from committing suicide. ”
"Oh." The old general nodded, but did not express any comments, but turned his gaze to Earl of Hermann.
"God General, what do you mean?" The old general's eyes could be calm, but Hermann could not maintain his rationality, especially now, almost everyone's eyes were on him, and the sense of suspicion was found in it. , self-evident, the count's forehead instantly bleeds a piece of sweat, shining on the blue and white, blood-deficient skin: "Just relying on these two dead people, can I explain what connection I have with that... God of Conspiracy... Is? I have never even heard of such an evil god's name! You should put away this kind of inferior scheming! No matter how you confuse the public, you cannot cleanse that vicious woman and that major criminal Crime!"
"Oh, is that right? You have no connection with him?"
The psychic warlock's voice was a little cold, but then turned to the surroundings: "I think everyone has heard what count Herman just said, so I want to ask everyone a question." After a pause, he asked word by word He said: "Have you heard of the god Arestotles before?"
There was silence in the venue. The people in the front row looked at each other and saw their slowly shaking their heads in the eyes of each other. There were many gods in this world, but in order to spread their faith, most gods hoped that they would be well-known, even if they were in charge. The assassinated god will not make himself unknown.
"You...you are shameless slandering! I have never had any connection with...the God of Conspiracy...! You are a spy of the empire, a traitor, our Herman family is a loyal minister of the kingdom, you are like this A small frame-up, fundamentally…”
Hermann's face was pale and screaming! His mind was in chaos, but he didn't know what was going on. The damn black robe mage, the Claudia... and the two How did the assassination come from? One question goes back in his mind, but everyone around him looked at him at this time. He had already looked a little clear, even the two around him. The priests of the God of Dawn were immediately owing their bodies, as if they were about to avoid him!
"Enough, Lord Earl. Where is your noble demeanor?" The Pyrenees finally couldn't help speaking at this time, interrupting the harsh howl.
After shouting that sentence, the old general couldn't help but shake his head. He almost couldn't maintain the cold expression on his face - what a ridiculous and weird scene was this? He actually made himself say the shit-like word "decoration" Come on? It’s really a farce. a complete shit farce!
Cindy Claudia and Pyrenees have heard of it, although the title of "Flower of the Northland Knight" is a bit exaggerated to the veteran general - after all, women, especially beautiful women, In the barracks dominated by men, they will get some preference. But women should never be the protagonist of the war! So losing the city, or even turning against the war, is nothing strange about a woman. matter.
However, in his judgment on this matter, he turned to the woman without hesitation, because the veteran general who was promoted from a soldier was also familiar with the struggle between the nobles and the knights.
In the eyes of those nobles, soldiers are just rude criminals, a tool that must be relied on but disgusting, or among the nobles there will be some real knights who are willing to share the joys and sorrows with the warriors, but most of them,
Especially those shit cowards who are as weak as the middle-aged man in front of him often have a strong rejection of the knights, they call it the arrogance of the nobles, but in the eyes of the Pyrenees, that is nothing more than
The deepest jealousy - like those ugly women who like to use various vicious stories to arrange beauties, the performance of women is no different!
This kind of jealousy seems to be the natural strength of those who do not have the advantage. It can make those women think of all kinds of vicious curses, while those nobles prefer to implement the boring and insulting tricks.
Things like conspiracies are what they are best at. In the past few decades, even the Pyrenees themselves have experienced many times because they offended their superiors.
The rewards deserve to be used to destroy such a bastard, so if you say that this stupid and cunning fool didn't do anything in this matter... Even if the God of Dawn came forward personally, there would be no problem in keeping the ban.
The Renees would not believe it either!
But more importantly, he actually brought the assassin into the military camp! What if his target was not just that woman? What if there was an accident?
The terrible association made the Pyrenees feel that something cold and cool on their backs kept flowing downwards, grinding their teeth with hatred. The old general narrowed his eyes and stared at the pale middle-aged man.
: "Your Excellency Earl, you'd better answer me a question." He pulled the reins and gradually approached the guy. His low voice was word by word, as if he was hitting the anvil: "You said those two people were you
It doesn't matter, you have no idea about this, right? So good, tell me, how do you know that Ares or something, he is the God of Conspiracy?"
"Me? I haven't said it, I haven't said it! I don't know he is... I have never said he is the god of conspiracy!" Herman was stunned and then screamed!
This answer is simply
"Shut up!"
The roar of the Pyrenees was like a thundering sound that bloomed on the spot! He pulled out the sheathed sword around his waist and pulled the other party down from the horse with a bang!
"It's enough! Your Count, let me tell you something like this. Your Highness! Of course, if Your Highness is willing to see you, a bastard who is full of lies, you! Come and arrest me!
Ask him carefully how many assassins he has arranged in the military camp!”
"What you said, no. What I said is true! This is a conspiracy, a trick created by spies from the empire! Someone framed me!"
The impact of falling from the horse's back made the unlucky count really dizzy! He sat on the ground, not sure what he had done wrong for a while, until several knights like wolves and tigers dragged him
He got up and pulled towards the other side, and then he remembered to yell: "You can't do this, Pyrenees! You are just a third-class count, you have no right to capture me! I have made contributions to His Majesty the King, I
I have shed blood for the kingdom! I am the city lord. I want to see His Majesty the King, I want to see the King..."
"Pooh!"
Spit at the person who was struggling away, and the old general waved the sword in his hand hatefully: "This damn noble scum who is full of lies! It's simply a god-killing... That shame! What a shame! Good
Now, boys, all of you are dispersed! Check my respective camps carefully. Don’t let someone get some sneaky things in! As for you, Viscount Vincent.”
The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the standing black burqa: "Your Highness the Prince will definitely ask about this matter. I hope there will be no magical problem in it?"
"God General, you are too worried." The psychic priest raised his head and raised the corner of his mouth: "It's not a magic turn for such a simple thing, right? If I want to use magic, do you think these two priests will
Can't you see anything strange?"
The smiling face hidden in the shadow of the hood seemed particularly gentle and brilliant, but when looking at him, the Pyrenees felt that he was shaking in an unknown way. The gentle smile, for some reason, suddenly made the gentle smile.
He remembered the catapult cart of the enemy he faced when he was young when he was on the battlefield for the first time. After quiet, the carved animal face of metal hidden the ferocity that could burst out at any time and the cruelty of killing.
The sudden chaos interrupted the old general's thoughts. He turned his head and saw soldiers not far away gathering together.
"What's the matter of God's Killing?"
"General, that...Earl of Herman..."
"What the hell is wrong? What tricks did he play?"
A soldier squeezed through the crowd and ran to the general, hesitating and speaking, but stopped again. So the old general became completely impatient. The series of things just now had completely exhausted his little patience, and when he thought of it,
The troublesome problems he dealt with later, he felt the center of his head tightening - so the questioning was particularly fierce.
"Yes...yes! That, Count Hermann, he...he committed suicide!" The poor soldier swallowed a few saliva and responded loudly.
"What?" Pyrenees was stunned for a moment, then jumped off the horse and grabbed the unlucky guy's neckline: "He's dead? Who killed him?"
"He committed suicide... General. Cough cough... He suddenly snatched the captain's sword. No one expected that he would have such great strength... Then he wiped his neck and almost cut his head.
Down..."
"asshole!"
The old general shook him away, turned his gaze, and looked at the man in black again - this time, he widened his eyes, as if he was looking at something he had never seen before. But after a moment, he just
Shaking his head, he turned around and left: "You go and explain this to Your Highness yourself!" He left this sentence as if he was talking to himself, and the old man left with a hint of bleakness in his back.
Edward just smiled.
Explain? What to explain?
He had wanted to take off the crooked crook of Claudia for a long time, but the matter involved was too troublesome, and he had no reason to waste time running so far to find trouble for the other party.
Forget it, but since this time, the unlucky count came to him personally, he naturally didn't mind, giving him a psychic impulse to commit suicide.
If a case wants to make a successful comeback, the best and fastest way is naturally to find the most direct evidence, but if there is no evidence... then creating one is obviously faster and more effective than finding the original one.
The unlucky count may never understand how the fact that Arestotles is the god of conspiracy has become evidence of his arrest—his question just now is just "I have never been."
It has no connection with Arestotler or something!" Unfortunately, when the sound left his mouth, the psychic tentacles that spread around him rotated and twisted, and the sound had been decomposed and recasted by the psychic energy.
Turned into another note. Excited, how could this Count, who had little knowledge of magic, know that there would be such a strange power as psychic energy in the world, which would have such a destructive purpose?
Or in this world, there is no saying that seeing is true and hearing is false, but even if there is, no one will believe that someone will do such an incredible thing in full view of the public?
But it's a pity. This matter obviously will not end with the death of the poor count.
...
"You've done this too much, Vincent."
Prince Strang put down the teacup in his hand. He looked at the friend in front of him and shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The Hermann family will not let it go. And even if Count Hermann dies, I cannot directly cancel the situation to General Claudia.
She is still a criminal for the sentence.”
"The Hermann family doesn't want to give up? How many people are going to die before they can give up?"
The psychic warlock did not touch the teacup in front of him, but just leaned on the chair without caring and raised his head slightly.
At this moment, they were in a place where the prince was a tent that was used for magic, and were isolated by magic. There was no risk of being eavesdropped, but he was somewhat worried - the Marquis of Rudolf, who was standing in the shadow of the corner of the tent at this moment.
.Starting at him with a wolf-like gaze, his squinting eyes could not hide the anger in his eyes, as if he would pounce on him at any time and choose someone to eat.
But Edward just looked at him and smiled without caring.
"Visson Vincent, what do you want to do!" After enduring for a while, the demon wolf finally couldn't help but speak, and his low roar was a little hoarse: "This time on the expedition, the number of soldiers of the Hermann family occupied.
Twelve thousand are the main force of infantry in the army. Are you planning to make us lose this war?”
"I proposed a method that I proposed is much better than you." The psychic warlock turned his gaze, stopped looking at him, and spoke directly to Strand. "You think the coalition forces are fighting and the decisive battle is a means of "
,OK?"
"Now the kingdom can call more than 30,000 soldiers, but the empire can get almost so many soldiers with just one province. Although the number of mages and the quality of soldiers are much worse, we will finish the decisive battle.
, The Empire had already used this time to mobilize the second group of people to come soon, and we won’t have much time to rest... Food and grass are even more of a big problem."
Strand smiled bitterly, but in the end he did not make any statement against his will - he knew very well that his friend had known these problems for a long time, and even if he lies, he would not change the result.
"Well said." The psychic nodded: "Then, tell me why should I choose this stupid method to launch an attack?"
"Okay, I know if you don't say it, is it the one who asked?"
"The role of this idiot has actually been completed, so it would be better to take advantage of this opportunity to kill him rightfully? Or, you want to use his family to accomplish something, but in my opinion, there is nothing wrong with this. Necessary, in fact, the military power of Greenland,
"You know?"
"What do you know? Haha, I don't know if you know what I know?"
What he knows about the world history is that it evolves in war. There is no so-called peace, only war, and the preparation stage of war... However, about war - it is very interesting that between two civilizations, I always like it Adopt two completely different habits. Westerners pay attention to decisive battles. Whether they fight with two people or fight with one person, they pay attention to fairness. If they are lined up in two rows, they won’t talk about fighting. When fighting for duels, they are also two people back-to-back, each moving forward. Take a few steps, then turn around, draw your guns or swords at each other, and start a duel until you kill one... If this kind of thing is on the oriental people, you won't fight with you. As long as you turn around and go up Kill you in one go. And the two armies are in a fight, you must be happy during the day and curse and swear, you must be the best brothers, and then you will take the soldiers to smash glass at the house in the middle of the night, gold, silver and soft, little girls I'll take a slim glimpse... (To be continued, please search Piaotianyi, novels are better, updated and faster!