Peidi's question stunned Morinda for a moment, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, so he could only use silence to dodge it.

"As plenipotentiary in this negotiation, don't you have any ideas?" asked Pedi, "or are you not going to help me with this?"

Faced with the question, Morinda thought for a moment and then whispered: "I am only your military and diplomatic adviser, not a political adviser, Your Majesty. ”

"We have a very formal conversation right now. Pedi said in a serious tone, "Not just a little joke." ”

"I have no intention of joining any Cabinet fights, I just want to do my job. Morinda and his king looked at each other, "and..."

Pedi got up slightly and moved his chair, then sat down again and said, "But your king needs your support now, and he also needs your advice. ”

“... My suggestion only makes things more confusing, and for this matter, the advice of any other cabinet member is better than mine, and every word I utter is for the nobles of the kingdom..."

"Do you think your silence will bring your people a stable life?" Peddy interrupted Morinda and pulled a copy from a stack of papers on his desk and threw it directly at the old orc's feet, "Take a serious look and see what kind of disaster your people are facing. ”

Morinda stared at the scattered papers at his feet, listening to the words of the king in front of him, and felt a sense of helplessness in his heart.

He didn't want to pick up the document, let alone see its contents, because only then could he continue to play dumb. But in the face of the king's aggressive gaze, the old orc could only bend down to pick up the scattered documents and look at them carefully.

"I'm sure you should have discovered these problems a long time ago... No, I should say that the whole kingdom knows about it except me. Pedi's voice rang out as the old orc flipped through the papers, "My ministers all swore in front of me that they would ensure the safety of the orcs, and then they recklessly acted out of sight..."

"I should have thought it wouldn't be that simple... I should have thought that..."Pedi said with his hands pressed on his desk and became more and more excited, "I should have thought that they would not compromise easily, and that they would make up lies in front of me and try to obstruct my view... They succeeded, at least before. ”

"But... They were able to succeed because I would like to believe that their words were true, and I would like to believe them... Because I don't want to see a river of blood again, I want to put away my butcher's knife... I really don't want any more killing!"

"I can imagine their sneering faces in the corner. Pedi's tone gradually returned to calm, and finally he said in a frighteningly calm tone, "You say, what should I do about this?"

"Your Majesty!" Morinda looked at the magical photos attached to the documents, his hands trembling uncontrollably. He was obviously angry and agitated inside, but he was suppressing his anger, "This kind of thing is not unexpected... For we have been at war for the last three hundred years, and for more than three hundred years we have spared no effort in educating our offspring, desiring to describe each other as terrible, vile, and vicious as the most evil devil in the legends. ”

"Although Krewe established contact with the tribes and began trading by sea a hundred years ago, the real contact with the orcs was a war... Three years ago, the expeditionary war launched by my people had just subsided, and the Garmici steppe still had the scars of our war, and many families in the kingdom were torn apart by that war. ”

"The people of the kingdom have reason to hate us, and my people have reason to be hostile to them, and for hundreds of years we have hated each other, and that is a hatred that goes deep into the marrow!"

"But even so, I believe that the day when the hatred between us may be resolved... Because my people are not naturally warlike, and your people are not gods of war... We love peace equally, but it takes time, a long time, to get to know each other. ”

"But only if no new hatred is added to this long period of time. Pedi took two cigars out of the drawer, tossed one to the old orc, and said, "The new feuds that keep adding will only make things worse... You should be able to understand this, but you didn't stop it in the first place!"

Morinda took a bite of his cigar and said, "Your Majesty, things are not as bad as you imagined... It is true that some people are undermining your immigration policy, but there are also people who support your decision, and some orcs and certain humans have become friends and partners, and these people are our hope, and they will spread our goodness to each other and spread our common beliefs. ”

"Whew" Pei Di spat out a puff of cigarette, a pair of bright eyes fell on the old orc's face, he looked at the old orc very carefully for a few seconds and said: "Although I don't know how much of your words are from the heart, but I am very happy that you can say this... Because it at least gives me a glimpse into the future. ”

"Many of my clansmen have the same idea as me..."

"But I still won't allow that to happen!" Pedi brutally interrupted the old orc, "If I don't stop it, they're going to go too far—" he stared at Morinda, "I'll settle this issue once and for all in my regular meeting tomorrow morning." ”

Morinda's eyelids jumped uncontrollably, "Your Majesty..."

"This is my decision, the King's decision!" Pedi said with unmistakable majesty in his tone, "Shikan-Silveraxe is about to begin his war... Oh no, it should be our war, I don't have time to play cat-and-mouse games with some nobles ... I prefer the War Bear to the cat because it has the sheer power to destroy everything. ”

Morinda looked at the anger burning in his king's eyes, and after two seconds of silence, he hammered his chest and promised, "My people and I will stand firmly by your side." ”

"You don't have to be so formal, and you don't have to worry too much... Those nobles are simply vulnerable to my royal power. "In the past few years, I have wielded a butcher's knife several times, and many noble bloodlines have been severed because of this, and their ancestors have fought for my family countless times, but I had to hang them..."

"Before I implemented the immigration policy, I thought that my butcher's knife would once again infect the blood of many of my Paozawa brothers... However, this time there was no one to oppose me, and I was very happy, from the bottom of my heart, can you understand? That's really happy!" Pedi turned the couch to face the filing cabinet behind him, "I thought they finally understood me, the meaning behind this migration..."

"But!" his voice suddenly increased with anger, "but... When I realized that it was all a lie... It's a lie!"

Hearing these words, Morinda subconsciously bowed down, and raised his eyes to look at the sofa that turned over, the slightly trembling sofa and a chill soaked in the bone marrow made the old orc understand that the young king in front of him was brewing a storm of anger in his heart.

"Can you understand that feeling?" Pedi's sudden rise suddenly disappeared, and the voice that came out became relatively gentle, but the coldness in his words was still obvious, "When I was about to trust them, I realized that they were nothing more than a bunch of damned betrayers, a bunch of moths who deserve to go to hell. ”

Morinda is silent at the moment, and he can only be silent...

"Go back and get ready, and I hope to hear your wonderful speech tomorrow morning. ”

The old orc let out a sigh of relief, "Then, please allow me to retire, Your Majesty!"

...

January 27 of the first year of the Kingdom of Crulia is an ordinary day that could not be more different.

The citizens of Crewe get up early to work as usual, while farmers outside the city are busy renovating their fields and inspecting pastures.

Outside the king's dormitory in the backyard of Kavalburg, the sky is still dark,

Pedi was on the training ground two hours early today for his daily routine. When the morning fog had mostly cleared and the silhouette of the mountains in the distance emerged, Pedi ended his training

Around six o'clock, Pedi appeared outside his inner hall office.

The Secretary-General, Knight Otwood, Knight Rory Greda, and the clerk of the office, Sir Benjie Alva, were busy in the nearby workshop before Pedy.

As soon as Pedy walked into the office, the Otwood Knight immediately followed him into the office with a stack of papers.

A few minutes later, Rory Greda was busy cleaning up the room with a steaming cup of morning tea.

"Why are they all Treasury documents?" asked Pedi casually.

Knight Oldwood explained: "These are all sent from the Prime Minister's Office, because you have ordered it before, and ordinary business does not have to be delivered to this office. ”

"Hmm..."The earthy smell from Rory Greda cleaning the room made Pedi uncomfortable, and he tapped his hand lightly on the papers on the table and shouted, "Open the window... The smell is unpleasant. He complained, "Let's have the mage do a 'dust removal' every morning." ”

The King's order was strictly enforced, the windows were quickly pushed open, and as the cold air poured into the office, Knight Otwood reminded: "Because of the previous leak, you have ordered that the mage should not be used to clean the inner hall, the Prime Minister's Office, and the offices of the ministries under His Excellency. ”

Mages have a strange and varied approach, and they can use a mirroring spell similar to storing magical photographs to save everything they see.

"I can set up more filing cabinets in my office to prevent magic detection, and file documents on time every day!" Pedi stared at his secretary general, "If you don't feel like you're running out of manpower, send some more, this is the King's office, but the people who work for me can be counted on one hand... Look at the Prime Minister's Office next to it, the officials there can form a charging squadron!"

"I'll arrange it at once!" Otwood's eyelids fluttered.

"Knight Rory, don't wander around my office, you're a knight of the kingdom, not a maid of the castle, throw me your towel out the window, and put on your knight's suit to serve your king!" Pedi's tone was like that of a parent who was losing patience, full of irritability and uncontrollable anger.

The King's anger made Rory Greda and Otwood wary, they didn't know why the King was so irritable today, and they didn't dare to ask, so they could only try to do what they were doing better.

A fierce cold wind poured into the office through the open window, and Pedi shivered with cold, and Rory Greda immediately ran to the fireplace and added charcoal to it.

Pedy didn't care about the cold wind blowing on him, he looked at Oldwood, "Go to the Prime Minister's Office, bring the Marquis of Daisyri's government diary and I'll take a look..." In short, I need all the administrative logs of the cabinet ministries. ”

"Understood!" said Altwood's palms, which were already imperceptibly oozing a little cold sweat.

The Secretary-General exited the room with great speed, as he had to do it before Daisily Pombo arrived in the Prime Minister's Office.

Twenty minutes later, when the tea on Pedi's desk bottomed out and was refilled,

The Oldwood Knight took a slight breath and returned to Pedy's side, putting down a couple of journal books included in sturdy, thick paper.

...

Outside the Prime Minister's official residence in the upper villa area of the sixth block,

The Marquis de Desili-Pombo was dressed as usual, and prepared to board his wide carriage with the blessing of the servants of the palace.

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister!"

In the distance, between the beige mist, a slightly chubby young man in a purple aristocratic cotton coat panted and ran closer.

Daisily Pombo frowned slightly when he looked at the young man's current appearance, and scolded in a low voice: "Adrian, where is your noble reserve?"

Adrien smiled bitterly, but instead of explaining, he quickly walked past the Prime Minister's guard and walked straight to Daisili-Pombo and whispered, "My lord, His Majesty asked his secretary general to ask for our government diary this morning!"

Daisily Pombo was stunned, "Your Majesty has already arrived in the inner hall?"

"An hour and a half earlier than usual... He looked at the administrative logs of all cabinet departments, including the Prime Minister's Office. Adrien whispered.

"Look at our government logs?" Daisily Pombo repeated in a low voice, then asked, "That's... Has Your Majesty summoned anyone?"

"Not really... After the old orc had spoken to His Majesty yesterday afternoon, His Majesty did not summon anyone again. ”

"So, what did they talk about?"

"Something to negotiate with the orc tribes... The representative of the orcs, Kesai, said goodbye, and all the cabinet ministries are rumoring that our negotiations with the orcs have been..."

"Shut up, you deserve to talk about this kind of thing?" Daisily reprimanded in a low voice, then thought for a moment and said, "Go to the old lady's bedchamber in the backyard and ask what your majesty talked about during the banquet of Sir Sir Sir Edwin Felin yesterday!"

"Well... Good. "Young people are clearly reluctant to go.

Daisily Pombo didn't care what the young man thought, and he said in an irresistible tone: "I need to know the answer before I get to the castle gates!"

Hearing this, Adrien did not dare to slack off, turned quickly and ran as fast as he could.

Daisily Pombo frowned slightly as he looked at the handrail of the carriage in the direction his assistant had left, and he quietly glanced at the captain of the guard and the two servants beside him, and then quickly retreated to the door of the mansion and whispered a few words to the chief manager who greeted him.

He watched the steward leave, and then returned to the carriage again...

Almost half an hour later, the Prime Minister's car, drawn by six black war horses, arrived at the gate of Fort Kawar at an extremely slow pace. As Daisily Pombo stepped out of the carriage, Adrien, who had hurried over, leaned over and whispered, "All is well, my lord." ”