Call~

The torches were blazing.

A soldier was now patrolling the city walls with a torch in one hand.

Turning his head to look at the endless darkness outside the city, and then looking back at the lights inside the city, he couldn't help but shake his head.

"Alas. ”

"Why use such backward torches for lighting. ”

Yes, although there are electric lights in the royal capital, they are surprisingly backward in some respects.

"Really, I really don't know what those aristocratic lords think, what kind of ghost tradition, heh, tradition is good? What era is this. ”

He shook his head, muttering.

But that's about it.

He was just a soldier, how could he question the noble lord who was high up?

He didn't want to die in a stinking gutter somewhere.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of the warbler on Red Light Street, and a smile of aftertaste was drawn on his face: "After the mission, let's go and have a good time." ”

"What to play?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Coming back from the bathroom? Of course...... Hey, hey, hey......"

The soldier smiled in a way that all men know: "But, why have you been there for so long, should it be ......?"

"Ahem. ”

The other soldier coughed lightly and feigned anger: "What do you think!"

Whew-

"Huh!?"

Suddenly, he only felt that there seemed to be a dark shadow squirming outside the city, and he subconsciously turned his head.

Huhuhu~

He leaned forward with his torch.

A group of sneaky figures appeared in front of him.

Not good!

His pupils dilated suddenly, and a sense of uneasiness suddenly welled up in his heart, and the next moment, the uneasiness turned into regret.

Why did he find them!?

"There's—"

Regret flashed, and the responsibility on his shoulders made him subconsciously want to shout.

Burst!

The soldier's mouth was tightly covered, and in the next moment, a sharp weapon cut through the flesh of his throat and the touch of pain reached his head.

"Hmm——"

His eyes widened sharply, his eyes full of horror and bewilderment.

He felt that it was his colleague who killed him.

But......

Why!?

Aren't they friends who drink together and go to Red Light Street together?

With doubts, he only felt that his strength was passing rapidly, and there was a feeling of flying.

I really want to go home.

Thoughts flashed through my mind.

Poof.

Letting go of his hand, the other soldier lightly placed the patrolling soldier on the ground, his fists clenched, his eyes widened, he breathed heavily, his chest rose and fell violently, and he whispered:

"This is for the future of Jutland......"

"Don't blame me......"

And this scene was played out one after another on the nearby city wall.

......

The night is dark and the wind is high.

At this moment, somewhere in the palace was brightly lit, several figures were discussing in the room.

"Pognes, this is the result of your trip!? Hmph! As soon as you go to Nayi Town, Nayi Town will be lost!

A middle-aged nobleman wearing monocular glasses and aristocratic clothes snorted coldly, his eyes staring at an obese man of about fifty years old sitting opposite.

"It's my fault, but ......"

The fat man was also dressed in traditional aristocratic clothes, and the fat on his face trembled, squeezing out a trace of grief: "Who would have thought that the rebel army would be so bold and dare to bypass our blockade and go straight to Nayi Town, where my daughter is also trapped." ”

As soon as these words came out, several people were slightly silent.

The man in monocular glasses just wanted to go on the offensive.

"Alright. ”

A low shout interrupted the man in monocular glasses.

There were four people in the room.

And these people are the "pillars" of today's Jutland Kingdom.

Chancellor of the Exchequer!

Minister of War!

Chancellor!

King!

At this moment, the young man with the hair who was dressed as a medieval king waved his hand: "Chancellor of the Exchequer, don't embarrass Minister Pognes, what to do next is the most important thing." ”

The latter sentence was addressed to Pognes.

The Chancellor of the Exchequer bowed his head and snorted disapprovingly.

This Bognes, by supporting the king to grow up, won the trust of the king, but he swallowed a lot of his wealth on weekdays, how can he do it now without scraping some oil and water?

It's just a rebellion, this country has been through it several times over the years, which one is not a disaster?

said that her daughter was lost in Nayi Town, and she was obviously abandoned by herself.

Of course, if you think about it this way, he is not so idiotic as to tear his face directly, and the most important thing is to obtain benefits within a controllable range.

Therefore, he looked at the Minister of War: "Our soldiers can suppress the rebellion, right?"

"This ......"

The Minister of War was a burly middle-aged man, dressed in a military uniform with a resolute face, and there was a clear hesitation after hearing the Chancellor's words.

"Can you?"

The Chancellor's tone deepened, and the Chancellor of War noticed that the King's brow furrowed slightly.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You can fight, it's just ......"

"That's enough!"

The Chancellor of the Exchequer said awe-inspiringly: "It is not a trivial matter that the Minister of State has been attacked! He is a minister left by the previous king, and he is also a minister trusted by the king, and provoking him is tantamount to provoking the dignity of the king!"

"Minister'......"

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the young king looked at the military minister with some displeasure and said, "That's right! This is my country! These guys dare to rebel! They dare to hurt my minister, this is unbearable!"

"Yes......"

The Minister of War swallowed the words he was about to speak, and his mouth was a little dry.

But.

I've been in arrears for three months.

But the king has spoken, what else can he say?

He understands that it is extremely difficult to get money out of the Chancellor of the Exchequer.

"I have a plan ......"

Struggling to calm the churning emotions, the Minister of War spoke slowly.

......

In the royal capital, in an abandoned manor.

It is overgrown with vegetation, dead branches and leaves everywhere, and the bricks and tiles are broken, and it is clear that no one has taken care of them for a long time.

In the garden of the manor, there is a dry well.

The miscellaneous branches spread, and at night, there was a hint of gloom here.

And right now.

Burst!

A puff of dust and smoke erupted from the bottom of the well.

The next moment.

Puff puff!

The air flow was like a column, like a small tornado, blowing away the mess in the dry well.

Swish!

The two figures jumped out with the air current, and fell lightly to the ground.

"It's here. ”

Harut looked left and right, "Abandoned manor, no wonder no one sensed." ”

"But ......"

"It's indeed. ”

He looked around.

In his "field of vision", a large group of electric currents flickered, although faint, but he understood that this was the "breath" of ordinary people.

They are in the middle of a large group of currents at the moment.

"This is Condon Manor. ”

Although it was not soiled, Ophelia still subconsciously patted her clothes, looked at the manor confirmatively, and said: "This used to be the manor where the prince lived, but that was hundreds of years ago, well, this is not far from the museum, about one and a half kilometers." ”

Well, at Harut's speed, it's not that far off.

After entering the city, Ophelia obviously relaxed a little, and said in a rather brisk tone: "Your Excellency, there are guards patrolling outside, about fifteen minutes, but it shouldn't be a big problem for you. ”

Ophelia provides "useless" information.

"Oh. ”

Sure enough, Harut touched his chin and said with a look of indifference: "It's okay, those guys don't have a big problem." ”

"It's just ......"

He looked into the distance and muttered.

"A big war drama is about to begin. ”

“？？？”