The old man didn't say anything more, and acquiesced to the other party's statement.

Count Mackinto, afraid of arousing the anger of the other party again, directly turned the topic to Ferdinand: "Has our Majesty the King made any recent moves?"

His gaze fell on the beardless middle-aged man beside Count Wilde, who was dressed as a servant and could hardly imagine being a member of the small group of nobles.

When the middle-aged man heard the inquiry, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised a feminine smile, and when he opened his mouth, he revealed his identity as a eunuch: "Our majesty the king has been very honest in recent days, and he almost doesn't leave the door. ”

Speaking of the king, Count Weld seemed to remember something, and suddenly said: "You don't mention that I forgot that when I sent someone to inquire about the news today, I saw that there was a bearded middle-aged man in Governor Renard's room. ”

Earl Mackinto's gaze turned to the other and asked, "Is it the retinue he brought?"

Count Wilde shook his head: "It doesn't seem to be, Governor Renard only brought two retinues, namely Arka and Mark, according to Collins, these two were in his room at the time, and this person is redundant." ”

Who will be the many?

Everyone suddenly had a bad idea, and Baron Plitt tentatively asked, "Could that person be the messenger sent by His Majesty the King?"

Count Weld shrugged: "I don't know about this, and I can't go there myself." ”

Count Mackinto suddenly became irritable for no reason, if the person who went to contact Renard was an envoy of His Majesty the King, and the two reached a deal, wouldn't the good situation created by the Cronin family be in vain?

Although he was very anxious in his heart, he still suppressed the urge to go to greet him, and said: "Let's not mention this matter for the time being, it will be my father's birthday in a few days, and it will not be too late to invite him over to the banquet at that time, and it will not be too late to probe his tone again." ”

The focus of the next meeting was once again on King Ferdinand: "Except for Governor Renard, who else in the Kingdom of Arthur now supports Ferdinand?"

The young man who had been sitting on the west side of the private room for a long time and had not spoken spoke: "Aside from the unstable factor of Governor Renard, there are only twelve Knights of the Round Table who are loyal to the king. ”

The young man's expression was grim, "According to the information my father received, the king has summoned the twelve knights of the round table to discuss the matter

It is unknown what the body said, but since that day, the Knights of the Round Table have begun to mobilize their forces to prepare for war. ”

The Twelve Knights of the Round Table does not refer to twelve individuals, but rather to the twelve Knights, whose members are called the Knights of the Round Table.

It is true that there were only twelve Knights of the Round Table in the early days, but as they continued to evolve in the later period, the number of people reached tens of thousands.

This order of knights is loyal and fearless.

At the beginning of the Battle of Serre, His Majesty Rochel took the Twelve Knights of the Round Table as the spearhead, directly crushing the ambition of the Kingdom of Helsinki to annex the Kingdom of Arthur.

Hearing this, Earl Mackinto's expression was solemn: "They finally can't help but make a move, I really didn't expect that after decades, they are still so loyal to His Majesty Rochelle." ”

When it comes to King Lionheart, there is a little reverence on his face, which is very puzzling, but it is easy to understand.

His Majesty Rochelle is a strange man who has not been seen in the Cape for a thousand years, and his personal charm has long transcended all boundaries, and even his enemies have to lie dormant under his magnanimous and benevolent personal charm.

When the young man saw his appearance, a look of helplessness flashed in his eyes: "Count Mackinto, you better think about how to deal with this matter." ”

His words brought Count Mackinto back to his senses, and it was indeed a difficult question.

The reunion of the once glorious Knights of the Twelve Round Table, I don't know how many young people who have been brainwashed by the knights will join them, and it will be an irreparable disaster for the Cronin family.

After all, this is the most powerful order of the Knights of the Round Table decades ago, and its appeal and influence should not be underestimated.

Thinking of this, Count Mackinto's face was bitter: "The Knights of the Round Table want to reunite, and we have no power to stop it, so we can only try our best to delay." ”

His words made everyone present panic, and Baron Pulit asked in a trembling voice, "Is it really impossible to stop it?

Earl Mackinto sneered, "What? You mean to let the two Excellencies assassinate the members of the Knights?"

His tone was full of sarcasm, obviously despising the other party's ignorance and inskill: "Let's not mention who and how many members of the knights are, let's just talk about the supreme leader of the knights, the root of their strength."

This is no less than two of you. ”

When Baron Prit heard this, his lips trembled slightly: "Isn't there only four epic powerhouses on the surface in Arthur's kingdom?"

Earl Weld said with a smile on his face: "If you want to know this, then you can go back and ask your father, Prince White, he knows it all too well." ”

There is no need to discuss this issue in detail, if Arthur's kingdom really only has this strength on the surface, I am afraid that when Lionheart returns to Eternal Night, it will be completely wiped out in the flames of war.

Baron Plitt asked, "Then what are our chances of winning?"

Count Mackinto looked at him coldly and asked, "What's the matter?"

Perhaps it was the other party's disdainful eyes that angered Baron Plitt, he lowered his voice and roared in an angry tone: "Scared? Joke! I didn't know what it meant to be scared since I was born! Only others were afraid of me!"

Baron Plitt obviously had the capital to say this, after all, he was the son of Prince White, and although he was only a concubine, his position of power was by no means comparable to that of ordinary nobles.

Count Mackinto raised his hand and motioned for him to stop: "Don't worry, Your Excellency Baron Plitt, the current situation has long been expected by us, if there is no absolute chance of victory, do you think we will launch this plan?"

As he spoke, he looked at the old man at the door.

Seeing the look he cast, the old man nodded lightly and agreed, "That's right." ”

Two simple words made Baron Plitt regain his confidence: "That's good, we must not take too much risk to do this headless thing." ”

Obviously, the baron was very sorry for his life.

Earl Mackinto and the old man looked at each other, and their eyes flashed with imperceptible mockery.

It is often said that where there is a father, there must be a son, and it seems true that Prince White was an indecisive fellow, and his son was even more wasteful and stupid.

In history, who rebelled did not pin his head to the waistband of his trousers, and was greedy for life and afraid of death, how could he achieve great things.

However, this is a good thing for the two families, after all, it is far more in their interests to support a mediocre lord to ascend to the throne than to support a Ming monarch.

Half an hour later, everyone dispersed, and the small meeting was a successful conclusion.