Chapter 829: A red heart for the Holy See, and two hands ready for the Parliament
The Duke of the Netherlands shouted angrily, and the entire small conference room immediately fell silent. The Duke's face was as heavy as water, and his eyes swept over one by one, from left to right:
"Do we have spellcasters? I know that each of you, including me, has funded some clergy. However, when Zhenyang and the Holy See are at odds, do you think these priests and bishops will stand on your side or on the Holy See? there?"
Count Dordremet and Count Delft bowed their heads together. Count Flanders muttered unconvincingly:
"It's not like there aren't other spell casters.
"Yes, it's not nothing." The Duke sneered:
"One? Or two? What is the level? Are there any central professionals above level five? Are there any above level ten? Even if you have experience, equipment, and unique spells, can these things be compared with the Holy See? Guang Nedlanyang The archbishop is a level 12 central powerhouse!"
Being a nobleman always has some privileges. If you sneak around in the castle, raise a magician, a warlock, a bard who can cast some minor spells, etc., as long as you don't make any noise, the Holy See will basically turn a blind eye. Close one eye.
After all, these spellcasters could only provide the lord with a small secret room, personal protection, some cool breeze in the summer, and a heater in the winter.
When traveling to the central government, explore the way, and ask for divination if you encounter difficulties. For some elderly and frail nobles, you may need to ask a spell caster to create some kind of potion.
Most of them appear as consultants, tutors, or "that weird guy who lives in the castle tower." They don't dare to practice spells openly, and they don't dare to recruit disciples openly. As magicians, they don't even dare to build a mage tower!
Such a central spell caster is really useless when it comes to the battlefield?
"We are close to the sea here, and those who have some ability to cast spells have gone to the other side.
Count Flanders lowered his head and mumbled softly. Next to him, Count Ostend looked sideways:
That's not true. The narrowest point of the strait is only about 30 kilometers away. The water is good. If you hold a wooden bucket and swim desperately in the dark, you might be able to reach it. If you have a little bit of ability and a little courage, why don't you run away and wait to die here? ?
The central knife of the Holy See is always hanging in the air
"There is also treatment. Mao is fighting. Do you not need treatment, or do I not need treatment? Do you have enough healing scrolls? Do you have enough healing potions?" The Duke's face was solemn, but his tone became more and more severe:
"People are dying from illness and injuries here, and the Holy See over there says they will treat them as long as they surrender. How many people do you think will run over?
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This is really hard to say. Birth, old age, illness and death are the most primal fears of human beings. In order to cure their burning children, poor peasant women dared to kowtow on the church steps until their faces were covered in blood;
In order to be about to die, old man Yang, the most honest farmer from Bajiaoyang, dared to break into the church with a pitchfork;
Not to mention that during the war with the Central Committee, for the sake of his own brother and younger brother, he always took care of his own captain, and the lowest level soldiers dared to gather together and overturn the priest's camp.
If all the healers evacuate, it's hard to say how many people will be willing to follow them and how many will defect halfway.
"There are still people. Under your rule, how many people devoutly believe in the Lord of Glory?" Seeing that the Earl of Orange was still a little unconvinced, the Duke's tone sank again:
"We are fighting openly and openly with the Holy See. How many people will tip off those barefoot farmers in the fields, those fisherwomen sitting in earthen houses weaving ropes and mending fishing nets, and those vendors selling bread on the streets?
"
"Then what do you think we should do?'
The Count of Ostend had been sitting at the edge, holding the lady's hand tightly and saying nothing. Seeing that the Duke laid out all the difficult conditions that he thought of, he finally spoke:
"Is this how you tolerate it?'
"If you can't get something central on the battlefield, you can never get it on the negotiation table." The Duke of the Netherlands stood up from the table, walked a few steps with his hands behind his back, and then walked back from the other end of the conference room:
"If you can't beat it, you can only endure it, endure it first. Be patient, beg, and petition the king and the Holy See."
"Organize a noble group as large as possible. Let's go together. Everyone will go." He turned his head and spoke to each person in turn.
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Everyone looked at each other until every count nodded affirmatively before continuing:
"Everyone petitions together, and the king and the Holy See will always give them some face. Then, they secretly accumulate strength and educate the people. These people will not survive until they cannot survive, and they clearly know that they cannot survive because of the Holy See.
Only then will they stand on our side.”
"This is not enough."
Count Flanders said in a low voice. This time the central government issued an edict, his central government's industry was hit hardest and suffered the heaviest losses, and his resistance to the central government was also the most serious. On the way to the Netherlands, he checked the central government's strength several times.
, now he gritted his teeth and decided to bleed profusely:
"I can provide 500,000 gold coins, including central supplies of the same value, to hire spellcasters and purchase potions."
"I can also pay 200,000."
"I am poor here and can only afford 100,000 yuan
Several counts echoed in confusion. The Duke of the Netherlands listened silently. When he finally finished listening, he sighed:
"Of course it's good for you to have this idea. However, with such a large central bank trading volume, who can you buy from is a problem."
There was a sudden silence in the conference room. As a noble lord, it is not surprising to buy some healing potions from the Holy See on a daily basis; buying in large quantities will definitely alarm the other party.
You can obviously go to the church to pray and receive treatment, but why are you stocking up on medicines in large quantities?
Is he planning something evil?!
Moreover, in addition to healing potions, we also need to reserve some other central magic props and hire some spell casters. With such a large central transaction volume, it is no wonder that there is only one central buyer who can absorb it.
"Who will do it?"
The Duke put his hands behind his back and faced the crowd. His eyes were casual and he was not staring at any one person in particular. However, all the Earls of Central turned their heads collectively and stared at Count Ostend:
After so many years of knowing each other, who doesn’t know who the other is? Your Madam Yang is a magician. If you don’t go, who will?
The Count of Ostend held the lady's palm and lowered his head in silence. After a moment, the Duke of the Netherlands coughed, turned around and took out a scroll from the corner of the conference room, and spread it out on the table:
"This is a serious matter. I, William Oren, swear here that if any word of the Central Committee's plan is leaked today, I and the blood descendants of my Central Committee will be killed on the spot!"
He cut his finger open and pressed a fingerprint with blood on it. The scroll flashed on and off, and a spell flew out and sank into the Duke's body. The earls looked at each other and came up one after another, and each one swore with blood:
With the guarantee from the Magic Central Committee, there is no need to worry about traitors unless absolutely necessary!
The Count and Lady of Ostend were the last two in line. After taking the oath and pressing the bloody fingerprints, he stood up straight, looked around, and whispered
"Contact the central government to work with the parliament, let me do it. I have a way to win their trust.'****
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