"Before that, ladies and gentlemen, I would like to ask you what you think of the Little Queen of Eternity..." Talleyrand gave up at first, and then the lame man asked in turn: "Well, that is to say, ladies and gentlemen,
Do you think it is necessary to organize a rescue army?"
"Sulia, what do you think?" Morgiana couldn't help but frown when she thought of Alisala. The Lake God Witch first thought of the two guys who were circling around the little queen, the unpleasant eldest son.
Frederick and Devon Hill, who was very well-behaved and lovable, called her Aunt Morgiana, and then thought of Ryan.
The Lake God Witch suddenly felt a little pain, numbness and itching in her lower abdomen. She looked directly at Sulia and told Talleyrand that Sulia would make a decision on this matter.
"You won't be grateful to us." Sulia said calmly: "High elves are not dwarves."
As expected, it was much easier to handle this way, and the lame man felt like he was in the clear mirror.
But he still had to add one more sentence: "But what you mean..."
"This is not what I mean, this is what our Brittanian court means." Sulia corrected slightly.
"Then this matter will be much easier to handle." Talleyrand nodded immediately. With these words, he dared to tell his plan in detail: "What we have to do is to do nothing."
"Do nothing?" Sulia thought thoughtfully, while Morgiana sneered.
"Yes." Talleyrand nodded. The lame man did not look at Morgiana, but explained directly to Sulia: "Madam, I understand Asul. We have said before that no matter whether we save this kind of thing,
If we don’t save him, we are destined to be disgusted by the high elves. After all, the existence of the three guards of the Badlands will make us more or less angry."
Lidya Su and Morgiana both nodded at this point.
"Therefore, our best course of action is to remain silent. We do nothing. We do not prepare for military rescue, nor do we take any measures to inquire or apologize." Talleyrand leaned on the ground with his crutches: "
We have one and only one thing to do, and that is to deliver the news about the little queen to the Phoenix King Court and to Ulthuan, as it is, and that is enough."
"But the high elves..." Sulia seemed to understand: "Yes, are you teaching me how to do things?"
"Maybe the Asurs still think so, but the fact is that Ulthuan is no longer the suzerain of the world." Talleyrand nodded with a smile: "If you want help, you can come and ask for it, otherwise, no one is nobler than the other.
, Aren’t countries equal? Are Lord Tyrion and the Elf Princes still living in the dream of the Elf Empire’s tribute system?”
"This is a good idea. This matter has nothing to do with us in the first place. The problem lies with the dwarves." Morgiana agreed almost immediately: "Let the elves and dwarves argue."
"And based on the current situation, it is almost impossible for the high elves and the dwarves to reach a consensus. When they quarrel, it will be a disaster and they will forget us." Sulia also nodded with satisfaction: "Unless we can really save the little queen...
…”
"There is another reason. It takes roughly three months for the messenger to set off from Le Angoulan, go to Ulthuan, and come back again." Talleyrand added: "This time, a lot of things will happen.
We just need to wait and see the changes, and His Majesty will have returned from Obien by then, and we will discuss the situation separately and adapt accordingly."
"As for the spirit of chivalry, we will not be indifferent and do nothing. Her Royal Highness the Little Queen Alisara is our old friend, good friend, and witness of friendship in Britannia. We can take this matter
Tell the knights, nobles and commoners that with a chivalrous heart and an eagerness for justice, zealously
The people of Tania spontaneously organized a chivalrous army and prepared to go to the Bad Land to rescue the Little Queen of Eternity. What kind of spirit does this embody? Doesn’t this embody the glorious spirit of chivalry in Britannia?" Talleyrand clapped his hands:
"Of course, all this is organized voluntarily by the people and has nothing to do with our court."
This cripple is really useful. Ryan did the right thing by leaving him with me.
This is what the Queen of Knights thought.
But a certain thought arose in Sulia's heart, making the Knight Queen very vigilant.
This cripple... is so smart. He has almost taken everything into account. Even the palace of Ulthuan is included in his calculations. I am afraid that even the reaction of me and Morgiana...
interesting.
It's really interesting.
Sulia chose to accept the challenge, and the Queen of Knights pretended to be casual and said casually: "The weather is good today, Talleyrand. Look, the sky is clear and there is only one cloud in the sky outside the castle. It looks really strange."
"???" Morgiana looked confused. It was sunny again in August and there were no clouds in the sky.
Talleyrand immediately laughed and said: "Yes, the sun shines on the earth, so there is no need for this cloud, but clouds also have their uses."
"Clouds will block the light of the sun, how can it be said to be a benefit?" Sulia laughed: "When drinking afternoon tea, too many clouds will make the atmosphere gloomy."
"Without cloud cover, the sun's light is too strong and will burn passers-by and plants." Talleyrand said respectfully: "Clouds can block the sun, but they can also drop rain. His Majesty said that when clouds are in the blue sky, water is in the bottle.
All things change with the seasons. Some clouds will turn into water, and some water will turn into clouds. Everything is determined by the sun and the climate environment. Look, Your Majesty, isn't there only one sun on that cloud?"
Sulia couldn't help but chuckle, and the queen thought to herself that no wonder Ryan liked to talk with Talleyrand.
It's really interesting.
"Then let's decide." Sulia glanced at Talleyrand again, and the Queen of Knights finally made the decision: "Send an envoy to inform the high-spirited ambassador of Marienburg, His Excellency Tamarg Den Carbone, of Eight Peaks Mountain
I want to ask King Belegar how Eternal Peak will respond."
"yes!"
A few days later, the disappearance of the Little Queen of Eternity quickly shocked the upper echelons of the old world.
Among them, Baron Frederic of Noor jumped up almost immediately when he heard the news.
What? The high-elf envoys were completely wiped out? The little queen Alisara is missing?
This...how is this possible?
Frederick's first reaction was to find his mother, Countess Emilia of the Empire.
At this time, Emilia was staying in her palace doing maintenance. Ryan's little maid didn't like the hot weather. In July and August, Emilia spent most of her time in her own palace.
In the palace, I deal with internal affairs, read reports, drink afternoon tea, hold banquets, listen to operas and hold academic lectures. My life is very comfortable. Only occasionally, the Nuer City Council is so noisy that no results can be reached.
Or if there is a major trial that requires the Baroness to attend, Emilia will appear.
This year's Nuer is relatively calm compared to the bad situation in the empire. The Wesen Territory has also encountered the problems of beastmen, greenskins and reduced food production, but Frederick has grown into an excellent commander at this time.
Recently, the Baron has been leading the provincial army with a small number of Nur elites to continuously clean up the threats of beasts and greenskins.
As for the reduction in food production, it has indeed caused some trouble for the industrial city of Nuer. However, due to the special relationship between Emilia and the Sun King Ryan, Nuer can easily import a large amount of food from Britannia without the need to travel.
Limburg profiteers' trade routes, so the increase in food prices on the market is barely acceptable.
As for the problem of fever, Noor can also get wood elf medicine from the Oliver Chamber of Commerce.
"Mom, we must quickly organize an army to rescue Her Majesty Alisala!" Frederick opened the door and saw his mother lying lazily on a bed of agate boulders imported from Arabi.
The big bed is pillowed with a full set of assu imported from Ulthuan.
She was wearing a blanket and satin pillow, and a maid was serving pastries and afternoon tea next to her. The Imperial Countess let her long blond hair spread behind her head, and she was holding a copy of the famous books "Mrs. Stewart" and "Mrs. Stewart" published by Noor University.
"Half a Year as a Widow" is a book I'm watching with great interest.
"Mom, why are you still here?" Frederick looked heartbroken. The baron rushed directly to his mother and stamped his feet: "Her Royal Highness Alisala has been arrested!"
"Oh, really?" Emilia raised her head and glanced at Frederick, then continued reading the novel and picture book: "That's really bad."
"Yes, the situation is very bad. Mom, I propose that we organize an army immediately to rescue Alisala." Frederick looked excited: "Now in the entire old world, only our empire has the ability to immediately
An army has been organized, and my father’s chivalry army is still on an expedition to Albien.”
"Is this necessary?" Emilia's eyes did not leave the book at all. The Imperial Lady said casually: "That is a matter between high elves and dwarves. What does it have to do with us."
"This is related to the safety of the old world!" Frederick continued to be very excited, and the Baron jumped up and down: "If the little queen cannot be rescued, then the Battle of Longbeard is very likely to happen again! The alliance of order will be broken, mother, you will too
Don’t you want to see the whole old world fall into war?”
"Still caught in the flames of war, I think it's because you can't bear to leave Alisala, right?" Emilia sighed. All her son's little thoughts were invisible in front of his mother, and Frederick lowered his head in embarrassment.
But he was still stubborn: "I am doing this for the sake of my father, godfather and mother, and...Alyssa told me that we will meet again."
"Do you know how much manpower and material resources it takes to organize an army to expedition to the badlands?" Emilia's tone was filled with blame and doting. The Imperial Baroness looked at her beloved son and stretched out her hand to rub Frey's hand.
Derek's hair: "Look at your father's expedition to the Eight Peaks Mountains. How many armies were organized, how many logistics supplies were prepared, and how much manpower and material resources were spent? In the end, he narrowly escaped death and was lucky enough to receive timely support from the wood elves? We
Now I don’t even know where the little queen is.”
"But..." Frederick was about to refute, but Emilia interrupted her son: "According to the intelligence, there is no doubt that the undead took Alisala to the south of Iron Peak Castle. How far is that distance?"
Far? Thousands of kilometers away! If you think about it again, the undead can wipe out hundreds of people in one day.
How strong are the Jing envoys and the dwarf army of thousands of people? Even Nur's army has no chance if it does not organize an expeditionary force of more than 20,000 people. Then the question comes again.
How much logistics and military expenses will an expeditionary force of 20,000 people consume a thousand kilometers away?"
"I……"
"How are you going to convince the city council to form an expeditionary force? Your father's attack on Bafeng Mountain will surely bring huge rewards. Even if he assists the empire in resisting Motekin's invasion, the entire logistics and military pay will be paid by the empire. How about you?
"
"this……"
"Okay, even if you know where Alisara is, you have formed an army and figured out the logistics. My son, how are you going to win? There are only three strong men in the sanctuary in Nur, and Justice Theodore
-Bruckner, Elspeth von Drakken, the dean of the Amethyst Academy, and Bernd Abelwald, the newly emerged great wizard of the beast-type sanctuary, who can you persuade?
What about you? Do you think that you are as good at commanding as your father and can achieve epic victories like the Battle of Three Kings? Or do you think that you are like your father and can deal with Neferata and Gul, two established sanctuaries, one against two at the same time?
Strong? Or are you confident that you can have friends everywhere like your father, with dwarves, elves and even Tomb King allies in front and behind to constantly save the army in danger? "
Frederick was completely defeated, and the Baron cried sadly: "Is there really, really nothing that can be done? Mom?"
"Anyway, I won't help you convince the city council, nor will I open Noor's vault or my private vault for you." Emilia shook her head.
"Then...then I'll go find the godfather!" Frederick was furious.
"Go and don't come back. Also, none of the Nur Iron Armored Army and Blackstone Guards are allowed to move. Your personal guard can be taken away." Emilia signaled her son to get out: "The same goes for funds, except for
Your own salary and the pocket money I gave you, and other funds are not allowed to be used."
"Damn it!" Frederick was completely helpless: "Damn it!"
At the same time, exactly the same thing happened in the Earl of Glamorgan.
Sulia's behavior is almost exactly the same as Amelia's. The gentle and virtuous knight queen directly told Devon Hill that it was impossible to send troops to rescue. At least everything had to wait for your father to come back from Obien.
Devon Hill is much weaker than Frederick. Unlike his brother, he has neither been on the battlefield nor commanded an army, nor does he even have a source of income.
Unable to convince his mother, Devonshire rolled his eyes.
He came up with the idea of his uncle.
Chalon Forest, Red Fish Village, and Angron Manor in late August.
"I won't go." Angron's head shook like a rattle: "I just won't go."
"Uncle! I beg you!" Devonshire pulled the hem of Angron's oversized shirt. The young baron blushed and looked excited: "Only you, only you can help!"
"I'm not going anyway." Angron continued to shake his head. There was no bored look on the face of the World Eater Primarch, but he was very determined: "It's useless to say anything, I won't go."
"But uncle, listen to me." In order to welcome his nephew, Angron personally cooked a cheese and beef baked Tyrell noodles, and also cooked most of a roast goose. This is what an uncle does.
Ignoring his nephew's pushing and pulling, he pretended
He put the delicious food on the clean and tidy table, listening to Devon Hill's chatter: "We must save Alisara. If we cannot save the little queen, then the Battle of Longbeard is very likely to happen again! Order
The alliance will be broken..."
"I don't want to know that. You should tell your parents about these things. I'm just a simple old farmer." Angron then shook his head. The original body looked at his nephew and smiled: "Big
It’s a hot day. You must be tired from coming all the way. Eat something and take a rest in the afternoon before going back.”
"Uncle!" Devonshire roared angrily: "Are you listening to me?"
"I'm listening." Angron nodded at first, but then shook his head: "I said, those things have nothing to do with me, I won't go, you go find someone else."
"But only you..."
"Go find someone else."
"Angron!" Devonshire, who was furious, directly picked up the iron plate and the big bowl on the table, and threw the entire bowl of Tyrell noodles and the entire plate of roast goose directly at Angron's face:
"I'm begging you! Your nephew is begging you!"
Angron's eyes narrowed, and King Slash stretched out his arm like lightning. He grasped the big bowl from the air with one hand, flicked his wrist and moved it left and right, collecting all the noodles that splashed out in the air back into the bowl.
The other hand held the lower part of the iron plate. The plate rotated up and down in Angron's hands, as gorgeous as a Wanhua mirror, and the chopped roast goose meat was rearranged neatly.
"Dong~" The pottery bowl and iron plate were placed on the table. Angron looked at Devon Hill who was stunned by the fright, and still shook his head: "Stop doing useless work here, I can't possibly save him."
What about the eternal little queen? Outside matters have nothing to do with me. Let me tell you one last time, if you don’t want to have lunch here, you’d better go back as soon as possible.”
"...You will regret it, uncle." Devon Hill gritted his teeth and said, "I definitely will."
"No." Angron continued to shake his head.
The roasted goose legs fell on the iron plate.
The original body watched his nephew mount his horse and leave. Looking at Devonshire's retreating figure, memories suddenly appeared in Angron's eyes.
Will you regret it?
No.
I, Angron, will never regret it!
…………I am the dividing line that will never regret…………
Taimag, the high-elf ambassador of Marienburg, was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground after receiving the news that the envoy was completely destroyed and the little queen was missing.
His future is over.
But this was not the time to be depressed. Taimag immediately sent the fastest speedboat to send the news to Ulthuan! At the same time, he immediately prayed to Asuryan, praying to the Phoenix Lord to bless the little queen's safe return.
.
The envoys were completely wiped out! Alisara, the eternal little queen who symbolizes the future of Assur, is missing. It has been confirmed by the old world that she should have been captured by the last vampire count Manfred von Carstein with the undead army.
Got it!
After the urgent news reached Ulthuan, the entire high elf clan was shocked.
Imperial Calendar 2520, early October, the Kingdom of Etain, the capital Lothern, the Phoenix King's Court, and the High Elf War Council.
War Lord Tyrion rushed from Avalon without sleep and summoned all the heroes of the high elves.
Even before Phoenix King Fenubar had time to speak, Tyrion blocked him directly in front of Fenubar. The war lord's eyes were red, and his face that was so handsome that it made the gods jealous was twisted, and he was holding the Sun Flame Sword.
The veins in his hands popped out, and the sword blade and scabbard collided violently, making endless clicking sounds.
"Gentlemen, Alisa, she was captured by the undead!!!"