Chapter 1180 fruitless persuasion (six thousand, ask for a monthly ticket)
"Where is the person?" Marquis Maleton's big hands grasped the reporting officer's shoulders like iron pincers, his expression tense and urgent.
This expression rarely appeared on the Marquis Maleton's face.
The officer who reported the news was immediately startled and felt nervous.
In his eyes, the Commander-in-Chief of the Northern Theater Command has always been a typical soldier. He possesses all the outstanding qualities of a soldier, being courageous, perseverant, and calm. Even if the enemy comes to the door, he will not pick it out.
But now, he looks like this, it seems like something big has happened~!
Because the sound was so loud, even the small staff officers who were immersed in their work in front of the map stopped and looked at their big boss in surprise.
The Marquis of Maleton was very dissatisfied with the slowness of his subordinates, and said in a louder voice: "Where is it?"
The officer suddenly woke up, hurriedly put his feet together, and said loudly: "The messenger said they live at No. 35 Blacksmith Street."
"Okay, very good." Baron Maleton said, suddenly standing up.
He pushed the officer away, strode out, and shouted loudly: "Prepare the car~!"
The city of Trento was a military fortress of the empire in the north a long time ago.
Because it was built for purely military purposes, it is different from the large courtyard-like cities that were spontaneously formed by ordinary people. At the beginning of its construction, its layout was very regular and reasonable, like a square chessboard with crisscrossed streets.
The city is divided into different plots.
Each plot of land has its own purpose. It may be a barracks, a horse farm, or a military warehouse.
Therefore, the streets are also named after local functions. As the name of Blacksmith Street suggests, there are a large number of blacksmiths and blacksmith shops gathered on the street.
After all, as a military fortress, there is naturally a place to repair armor weapons, various war machine parts, vehicles and tools. Therefore, the demand for blacksmiths is very large.
Over time, this street where blacksmiths gathered was formed.
Of course, hundreds of years have passed and this has become the largest residential area in Trento.
No. 35 Blacksmith Street is at the end of the street. It is a large single-family house. Although it is inferior to the houses in the central area and the villa area, it is considered a top-notch residence in Trento, and the land price must be several hundred at least.
Gold coins per square meter.
The Marquis of Maleton traveled in a simple carriage, bringing only his adjutant and a few guards. In less than a quarter of an hour, he arrived at the dark gate of No. 35.
The door was open, there was no one inside or outside, and there was an eerie silence.
The attendants looked at it for a few times, and then cautiously stopped in front of the door.
One of them turned around and asked for instructions: "Sir, something is not quite right. Should we be more careful?"
For a long time, some remnants of barbarians who harbored a deep hatred for the Ruman people had never stopped carrying out terrorist attacks against officials and regular troops of the Ruman Empire. This was also due to the carelessness of the attendants.
Marquis Maleton said in a slightly annoyed tone: "What are you afraid of? Just go in. No one can eat you. You are a bunch of cowards~!"
The attendants looked at each other and saw the helplessness on each other's faces.
Everyone made this suggestion out of love for the general.
If there were an enemy ambushed here, they would all be deprived of food and walked away.
At the same time, they were also vaguely curious about what exactly was written on the piece of paper the general received today, which made the old guy as nervous as if he had eaten gunpowder.
In desperation, they had no choice but to crowd the convoy and drive into the gate.
But at the same time, they clenched the weapons in their hands, opened their eyes wide, and watched the situation around them with vigilance.
As soon as the carriage arrived at the courtyard, before the attendants could observe the surrounding situation, and before the carriage stopped, Marquis Maleton had already opened the door, jumped out, and walked straight to the door of the room.
The attendants wanted to stand in front of Marquis Maleton, but they were all pushed away by him impatiently.
Then the old general took a few steps up the steps, opened the door, and stumbled in. What a joke. This is the headquarters of the Northern Commander. If it were in the backyard of his home, someone would be responsible for guarding and protecting him.
This also shows that Mr. Maleton is too useless. Why should he be a general? He can just find a sharp knife and wipe his neck.
He came to the room, stood still, and looked around briefly.
The house is not too big.
The fire in the fireplace was burning very brightly. Right in front of the blazing fireplace, Marquis Maleton saw at a glance a huge and strange animal like a mountain of meat lying there, dominating the entire stove and roasting.
On fire, his long nose flicked, looking relaxed and happy.
Sitting on the sofa by the fire was a young man and a chubby child.
The two men also stood up when they saw him.
Apart from that, there was no one else, which surprised the Marquis of Maleton. How could a big shot go on a long trip without an entourage?
At this time, the followers of Marquis Maleton were afraid of missing something, so they took a few steps and rushed in. But when they saw the situation in the room, they were also a little dazed.
'What...what's going on?'
'The boss rushed here in a hurry just to see the two of them?'
'What on earth do they do?'
'Also, what's going on with that strange animal?'
"..."
"Wait outside," Marquis Maleton told his entourage. He slammed the door and shut out the confused entourage. They were left outside to speculate about the identities of the two people in the room.
"His Royal Highness Leo" Marquis Maleton bowed slightly to Leo on the sofa, then nodded to Lorraine, and said rather complicatedly: "Your Excellency, Earl of Lorraine."
As one of the important ministers of the empire, Maleton had of course met Leo and Archduke Julius, but that was several years ago. Fortunately, Leo had not changed much, and Maleton could recognize him at a glance.
He often led Leo around to cause trouble. The one who convinced him was, of course, the famous Count of Lorraine.
Although no one said it clearly, everyone admitted that this man was the only one who was versatile, knowledgeable, a god in military skills, and profound in thought... who was a great military strategist, philosopher, politician, economist, and inventor... all in one.
Yes, only those with great wisdom can become the mentor of the young master.
The reason why no one said it clearly is because everyone knows that although this ruffian has countless advantages, he is really too greedy, and his methods are too ruthless when trying to steal territory.
If he were officially given a title, he might be like the current Maple Leaf Danlin, shouting about "education industrialization" and then directly collect tuition fees according to the tax rate of the national treasury.
Therefore, many people feel a headache every time they think of Lord Luo. They hate God for being so unfair and handing so much knowledge and talent into the hands of a morally corrupt person.
Leo waved his hand and said: "Uncle Maredon, you're welcome. We came to your territory rashly and excused you for disturbing us. Please sit down."
As he spoke, he moved a chair with a smile and placed it behind Maleton.
The Marquis of Maleton hurriedly thanked him and then sat down.
But then he found Leo standing beside him, not saying anything, but his two big black bright eyes staring longingly at the dagger inlaid with seven gems on his waist.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that the dagger passed down by his family could no longer be saved.
He took off the dagger and said: "Young Master, I came in a hurry and didn't bring any gifts. I'll give this little thing to you."
Leo hurriedly refused and said: "How can I be so embarrassed? How can I be so embarrassed? Uncle, I'm just here to play, how can I ask for your things? I can't. I really can't take it. I hate it. I really can't take it...
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As he spoke, he quickly took it, then looked at the sunshine in front of the window and carefully checked the purity of the gems, and then put them into his arms with a smile.
Marquis Maleton glanced at the dagger with regret, and then smiled bitterly: This little gangster has really learned bad things from following Lorraine~!
When the Marquis of Maleton was sizing up Lorraine, Lord Lorraine was also sizing up the veteran.
Lorraine's own Governor of Naian was appointed by the Marquis of Maleton.
The Marquis of Maleton had served on the northern front for seven or eight consecutive years and had made outstanding achievements. Emperor Rudelun, in recognition of his hard work and merit, specially promoted him to the post of Governor of Naian.
But this Marquis is just as he appears on the outside, firm, rigid and demanding.
In the military, this is the quality of an excellent general, but as a politician who rules millions of people, this stubborn character will inevitably run into obstacles due to his lack of flexibility and understanding of the nature of politics.
Moreover, Governor Maleton had extremely strict requirements on his subordinates, which caused a lot of complaints from everyone up and down.
In the end, there was a mass demonstration by ethnic minorities to resist taxes. As a result, Governor Maleton, who went straight to the point, almost went to the army and marched in to quell the chaos.
When the matter came to Rudelun, the emperor and the prime minister realized that this marquis, who had been a general for many years, was not the one to organize the place. It happened that the northern front was defeated, and they were in urgent need of a veteran general with enough qualifications and prestige to convince the crowd, so
He was promoted to another level and transferred back to the Northern Front.
This can be regarded as a decent result for the Marquis of Maleton. Of course, the regiment on the northern front had just been relaxed for two years, but in the end, he dealt with it ruthlessly, causing those bastards to complain endlessly, and there were many people behind their backs.
Scolding mother.
Strictly speaking, he made a governor's position for Lorraine, otherwise Lord Lorraine might have to go to the Eastern Front or the Northern Front to become an ordinary deputy commander.
In the eyes of the Marquis of Maleton, it was Lord Lorraine who cleaned up the mess he left and took good care of the old man he left behind, so he also had a good impression of Lord Lorraine.
But the future emperor of the empire and the deputy commander-in-chief of the Pan-Continental Allied Forces came to the door together and quietly came to the door quietly. The smell inside was too weird.
They definitely don't come here for sightseeing. In February in the north, spit can freeze to the bone.
The Marquis of Maleton asked cautiously: "Excuse me, what do you want when Your Highness and Your Majesty come to my place?"
Lorraine and Leo looked at each other, then shrugged and said, "I'll tell you some news, so don't be surprised."
Marquis Maleton's heart suddenly thumped, and he thought to himself: It's broken. It's definitely not good.
"In the snowy mountains of the north, there is a huge team of dark mages lurking, waiting for an opportunity to launch an attack on us." Lorraine said calmly.
Marquis Maleton jumped up in fright and shouted: "What? Why didn't anyone tell me? How many people are there and how big are they? Where is the place? When will they come?"
Marquis Maleton asked a long list of questions, but Lorraine just waved his hand for him to sit down and said slowly: "The situation is still under control. The other party built a city and enslaved a hundred thousand barbarians from the past. As for the other
We don’t know the problem either.”
"When did it happen? Why didn't anyone notify me?" Marquis Maleton frowned displeased.
Lorraine explained patiently: "The Northern Intelligence Headquarters has been infiltrated by a dark mage. We did not notify the Marquis because we were afraid that you also have an enemy undercover here."
Marquis Maleton cursed angrily: "Gore, that stupid donkey. He is trying to trick me to death."
The intelligence headquarters has been infiltrated by the enemy. The consequences are quite serious, which means that the entire combat plan has been mastered by the enemy, and the enemy can easily set a trap to defeat them.
Leo stood on the armrest and laughed, and said: "About this point, I have the same opinion as you."
Marquis Maleton slapped the table hard and said decisively: "I need detailed information about the enemy. I must revise the battle plan now and destroy this group of dark mages as soon as possible."
Lorraine shook his head and said: "You and I have different views. The enemy's situation is still unknown. Only one enemy base has been exposed, but is it possible that there are others that have not been exposed?"
The Marquis of Maleton paused suddenly. There were one million troops hidden in the rolling mountains in the north. It was impossible to find them without knowing their exact location. What Lorraine said was very possible.
Marquis Maleton pondered for a moment and said: "But our combat preparations are almost complete. The combat plans have been formulated and distributed to all ministries. After two months of mobilization, most of the legions have been deployed at their starting positions.
70% of the supplies have been prepared, and the war is about to begin in two months. I can wait, but the 500,000-strong army cannot wait."
Lorraine spread his hands and said: "We don't even know where the enemy's army is? They boasted that they would wipe out the entire Northern Army in Haikou, but until now we have not found any trace of the demon army.
We must wait until we get the exact information before we can take action." Marquis Maleton said unceremoniously: "How long will it take, one month, two months? We cannot wait indefinitely."
Lorraine said helplessly: "My people have tried their best. They are risking their lives to work. But the dark mages are very cunning. They have not exposed their clues until now. Our first choice is to wait for accurate information."
Marquis Maleton shook his head and said: "The war must start in May. If we miss a month, our entire year of preparations in the northern theater will be in vain. I wonder if there will be a chance to organize such a powerful force next time?
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Lorraine also scratched his head in distress. He also understood in his heart that what Marquis Maleton said made sense. From the start of the war to the elimination of the barbarians to the return of everyone to the starting point, three and a half months was just enough. Wasting one day could lead to action.
fail.
But Lorraine knew the methods of the dark mage better than anyone else, and said: "If nothing else, Marquis, I saw a monster on Edin Island. It was made by the necromancer using the corpses of ordinary people. It can devour living people indefinitely.
Kill them and wrap yourself in the monster's body."
Marquis Maleton nodded solemnly, he had also heard of it.
"If you encounter this kind of monster called the Corpse Demon, the regular army will have no way to deal with them." Lorraine said.
The Marquis of Maleton shook his head and disagreed with Lorraine's point of view, saying: "Each of our legions has at least five artillery pieces. I have to thank His Highness and Lord Lorraine for this. I believe my soldiers will have no problem dealing with them.
"
Lorraine was a little troubled. It was quite difficult to talk to this old guy. He could only shake his head and said: "You have to deal with a huge number of dark mages. Plague and poisoning are their most common methods. Any one of them will be destroyed."
Sexual.”
The Marquis of Maleton had nothing to say. He was silent for a moment and said: "Well, you still have three months to figure out all this. In this short period of time, I will closely cooperate with your actions.
But in three months, no matter what the situation is, the northern front will launch an attack as planned. At worst, we will focus on attacking the dark mage first."
Marquis Maleton finally said that he waved his hand vigorously and said decisively: "I don't believe he can stop my army of 500,000 people~!"
Lorraine couldn't help but smile secretly.
To be a general, use the right combination and win by surprise.
Frankly speaking, what this old general said is right. No matter how powerful he is or how many conspiracies he has, as long as he uses his strong military power to push through. Although it may take some effort, he can definitely bulldoze the opponent.
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Isn't this what Laohe's troops did when they attacked General Hadou?
With the powerful military power, no matter what kind of conspiracy and tricks Hadou used, they were all useless. In the end, they could only suffer a tragic defeat.
The two chatted for a while. Then the Marquis of Maleton left in a hurry with a piece of detailed information about Aldheim.
He wanted to go back quickly and revise the plan for the summer offensive.
You know, the detailed plan has been leaked from Baron Gore. Of course, the original plan can no longer be used. Moreover, the emergence of the dark wizard has also added variables to the war. We can only proceed with more caution.
But no matter what, Marquis Maleton's attitude of insisting on starting a war at that time has remained unchanged.
Leo also had a bit of a headache with this guy. He and the boss went out together. They failed to win down this stubborn old guy. He could only sigh helplessly: "What a stubborn person."
"Yes." Lorraine nodded and commented: "He is determined, decisive, and a good general."
"Really throwing fifty troops to the dark mage and letting people stew in a pot?" Leo said angrily: "If such a defeat happens, this country will have to change its name."
Lorraine laughed and said: "Of course not, your uncle can stop with just an order. Forget it, let's leave this problem to Russell for now. We still have two and a half months.
This is just a small step on the big chessboard, and even the general is still early.
Instead of wasting my time here, I would rather go and meet the dark mage."
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Goblin Yinguang frowned, and unconsciously turned a beautiful pen in his hand. It had a pure gold tip and the finest sandalwood barrel, and the name of the maker was engraved in gold on it.
On the market, a pen like this always sells for a sky-high price of three gold coins.
But Yin Guang dropped the pen on the ground by mistake without even moving his eyebrows. Yin Guang usually felt distressed for a whole day just by losing a crumb.
The pretty little secretary Candice walked in with a tea tray in her hand and placed a cup of hot tea and a few letters in the goblin's hands.
For Miss Candice, she has simply found an excellent position. As long as she meets her boss at work every day, brings a cup of tea and delivers documents, there is nothing to do all day long.
Clean Yinguang's office after get off work. The day is over, and you don't have to worry about your boss's rudeness. You don't have to accompany your boss to social events, listen to some dirty jokes, and let the men drink hard liquor.
Apart from being a bit ugly, my boss doesn't have any major shortcomings.
The goblin looked down at the exquisite envelope on the table and asked doubtfully: "What is this?"
"Invitations, invitations," Miss Candice replied, "all of them invite you to the banquet."
The goblin nodded clearly and said, "Is it okay if I don't go?"
"Of course." Miss Candice smiled slightly, thinking that the goblin might not be familiar with human etiquette, and explained kindly: "But I have to send the gift and attach a card to express my apology."
The goblin grinned. He hadn't received his salary yet, so he had to pay for it first.
He shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Leave it to you, Miss Candice. By the way, where is Flint?"
Miss Candice had a look of disgust on her face and said, "He and that dirty savage are both in the staff office. Those two people drink while working. You have to let them pay attention to the impact."
"Forget it." Goblin Yin Guang waved his hands in frustration and said, "Let them go."
Just as Miss Candice twisted her waist and was about to walk out of the room, Yin Guang suddenly stopped her and said, "Wait a minute."
"Do you have any other instructions?"
"Let me ask you a question." Yin Guang rubbed his chin and said, "What is clearly right in front of you and you can't see it, but it will scare you when it pops out?"
Miss Candice frowned and thought hard for a moment, then said: "You mean...pay taxes?"
Yin Guang laughed dumbly, waved his hand to let his secretary go out, and secretly muttered in his stomach: "Sure enough, he has big breasts and no brains."
Half an hour later, Goblin Silver Light suddenly felt a surge in his stomach, and hurriedly ran to the bathroom and rushed into a cubicle.
Flint followed the goblin closely, but after smelling a pungent odor that day, he waved his hand in front of him and retreated.
Yin Guang sat on the toilet and wondered why he had a bad stomach. After thinking about it, he must have eaten too much in the seafood dinner in the morning. If he had known better, he should not have eaten so much for the purpose of reimbursing public funds.
At this time, a low voice came from the side, saying: "Hello, No. 7~!" (To be continued)!~!
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