Bastille War Room.

"Beasts, bastards, a bunch of idiots, a bunch of trash!" said old Burton, thundering, slamming the command table.

Before this, the elder Bolton had already been mentally prepared, but he didn't expect the situation to be even worse than he expected.

A squadron knight-level marksman said that if it is gone, it will be gone, he has worked hard and exhausted for thirty years, and now he is just a school guard, and he is not a tenth of it for no reason, and everyone has a liver ache, and he is now tearing Bensen's heart.

"There's nothing to do with you here, Abel, take him to a hot bath, eat a full meal, get a good night's sleep, and be on call whenever you want. The middle-aged man beside Old Bolton, who was armed with a civilized stick and dressed as a gentleman, picked up the sheepskin scroll that Old Bolton had thrown away, and brushed the dust on it with great grace.

"Glad to help, Sir Sir. The old butler named Abel had brought the dusty marksman messenger down, and he had served in the Bastille for nearly twenty years, so he naturally knew the weight of the middle-aged man named Kleist in front of him.

Anyone who begged for a living in the Bastille knew that the elder Bolton had two right-hand men, Kleist the Fox and Erikson the Bull, and there was a popular saying that "it is better to offend Bolton than to be targeted by the Fox."

Offending old Bolton is a dead end, and those who beg for a life in the Bastille are outlaws who pin their heads to their trouser belts, and they look at life and death very lightly, but when they provoke the treacherous fox Kleist, life is often worse than death.

It is said that the half-stupid, half-stupid, non-human and non-ghostly guys on the streets of the Bastille are his masterpieces.

Kleist has not followed the elder Bolton for a long time, only a short dozen years, but when it comes to the person that the elder Bolton trusts the most, there is no one else.

Even the sons of Bolton Sr. did not have this trust from Bolton Sr., and now eighty percent of the Bastille's decrees were not the hand of Bolton Sr., but Kleist.

Kleist's background is also talked about, and the other party seems to have appeared out of thin air, some people say that it is from Vallettas, the king of the Byron Alliance.

Others say he came from the westernmost part of the mainland, the Twin Islands, which are tens of thousands of miles away.

Some say he is a sin rogue.

It is also said that he is the heir to the great nobility who failed in the struggle for power.

For the last point, everyone is still more convinced, because he not only has profound knowledge, but also has the perfect impeccable aristocratic style, which ordinary people would not be able to do without training from an early age.

In the words of the aristocracy, the temperament of the nobility is revealed from the bones, even if they wear the clothes of a poor person, their words and deeds are superior to others, and a poor person, even if he wears the most luxurious clothes, is still a Xibei goods.

Some of Kleist's actions also confirm this in disguise, and he likes to be called Sir Kleist.

Sir Kleist's voice is distinctive, with an aria in every sentence, like an opera stage line: "It's really arrogant, but the other party does catch our sore feet, he Ajel Clark is not a great figure, but the fourth in line to the line of the Pheren family, we can't ignore it." ”

The other person next to Old Bolton said with a disdainful face: "The fourth heir of bullshit, unless the three brothers above him are all dead, he will have his share, purely a man who does not learn and has no skills, now he has the favor of the old duke, and they are all mixed with this virtue, once the old duke is summoned by the lord to leave, he can live for three years, he is considered to have the ability, not to mention that he is now trapped in the mountains, waiting for us to send troops to rescue, what do these idiots think? And now he makes this bullshit suggestion? Do you really think that those mountain people are just a bunch of dough, and let people pinch and pinch rounds? He knows how big the Andes Mountains are? How many mountain people are in the Andes Mountains? It really angers them, not to mention one of their school guards, even our Bastille is drowned in their spittle. ”

In the end, the sound was like thunder, almost roaring, and this man was none other than Erikson, another of the old Burton's loyal subordinates.

People are like nicknames, both in height and width are far more than ordinary people, the whole body seems to be made of muscle blocks, a piece of leather armor is collapsed as if it will explode at any time, the most unique is his lush hair, plus wearing a horned helmet, at a glance, it is the same as a bull.

His nickname is not only due to his appearance, but also because of his origin, Erickson is not a Byron, but from the Ox branch of the Odin Orcs in the Odin Steppe outside the Broken Mouth Mountains, and is an authentic Ox Orc.

People who don't know orcs, when they hear the names of orcs, the first thing that comes to mind is the image of various beasts, which is actually very wrong, Odin orcs, as the product of the crazy experiments of the warlocks of the Andes Empire, used the Kentana barbarians as a template, and then savagely integrated into the various talent genes of the beasts.

Most of the Odin orcs still maintain ninety percent of human characteristics, only a few bestiality characteristics, and some half-breeds even have no bestiality characteristics, except that the tall point is not much different from the Byronic people, and it is not the physical characteristics that distinguish their internal races, but the racial talent, and Erikson's racial talent is - the power of the bull.

Once activated, in a short period of time, his strength skyrocketed by three percent, don't think that the proportion is small, Eriksen himself is good at strength, once the talent is activated, he is like an angry wild bull, no one can stop him.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or an inevitability, the heavier the animalization characteristics, the stronger the natural ability, and vice versa, so in recent years, Odin orcs have paid more and more attention to the maintenance of beast characteristics, just like those nobles, and began to marry purposefully to maintain the purity of the next generation.

It is a very strange thing for a purebred Odin orc to appear on the land of the Byronic Alliance, especially if it is reused, it is even more strange, in the eyes of every Byronic person, the Odin orc is synonymous with barbarism, blood, and madness.

Only a dead Odin orc is a good orc, otherwise an Odin orc is not safe even with shackles.

Bull Eriksen has been with Bolton Sr. for far longer than Kleist the Fox, and he has been with Bolton Sr. when he opened up the Bastille.

If Kleist is the brains of old Burton, Eriksen is the sharp sword in the hands of old Burton, pointing wherever he hits, even after thirty years, it is still extremely sharp.

Kleist always had the same smile on his face, "How does Your Excellency General think this matter should be handled?"

"It's not easy, just let the idiots fend for themselves in the mountains as if this letter didn't exist. "Bull Eriksen's approach is simple and crude.

In fact, it's almost impossible to hear the advice from him, and most of the Odin orcs have an IQ below the passing mark, as the warlocks of the Andes Empire had built them as if they were a kind of biological war machine.

Those crazy warlocks think that the lower the IQ, the more animalistic it is, the more brutal it is, and the higher the combat effectiveness, this argument is not wrong, and the Andes Empire was almost destroyed by the backlash of the Odin orcs.

"If things are really that simple, Your Excellency the City Lord doesn't need to be so angry, whether it is the fourth heir of the Feren family, or Ajel is not terrible, what is terrible is the old duke. ”

Rather than refute Erickson, it would be more appropriate to say to old Bolton, "This old duke has been worried about our Bastille for more than a day or two, but His Excellency the city lord has always been loyal, and the other party can't take it, if the fourth heir of the Pheren family dies in the mountains, and we ignore it, it will become a real excuse, and when the old duke proposes to control the Bastille under his own hands, no one can pick out half of it." ”

Old Bolton's face changed, and he was gloomy and about to drip water, "You said this is a game deliberately set up by that old thing?"

The more I pondered this possibility, the more the old thing in the mouth of the elder Bolton was none other than the object of his allegiance, the supreme ruler of the Manyu Army, the contemporary patriarch of the Pheren family, and the Duke of Feron Borg Slav Feron.

Time can change many things, not only from a strong young man into a dying old man, but also from a warrior into a coward, and from a wise man into a mediocre person.

The former desert lion has long since lost the wisdom and majesty of the past, but the desire for power has never weakened in the slightest, and even prevailed, trying to control everything in his own hands.

In the past ten years, the Manyu military leader has been in turmoil, saying that those local nobles have rebelled, but the old Bolton has not seen a local nobleman really become powerful, and more importantly, the land that has been divided has returned to the hands of the Fei Lun family, and now the Manyu military leader has never been more centralized.

Unconsciously, the Bastille has become the largest force independent of the Faeron family, not only with the largest aristocratic private army, but also with the Bastille, a cornucopia that constantly spews money out.

If old Bolton is smart, he will hand over the Bastille and the military power in his hands, whether it is to the royal capital or to the leading capital, and be a lord who keeps to himself, and the old duke will never be stingy with the title of a hereditary earl.

But power is not something that can be put down, especially since the Bastille was created by the elder Bolton with great painstaking efforts, and it is impossible to hand it over easily, even if the other party is his loyalist, so the relationship between the two sides is very tense now.

The Duke of Pheren has never used force against the Bastille, in addition to the fear that once he uses troops against the Bastille, it will affect the slave trade and gladiatorial cause of the Manyu army to a certain extent, and the other reason is that he has not found a suitable excuse.

Even if the Duke of Faeron is the supreme ruler of the Manyu military domain, if there is no valid reason, he cannot casually take back the territory that has been divided.

If it goes too far, it will cause uneasiness among all the local nobles, and it will be a small matter to unite and rebel, and it will be troublesome once they take refuge in other military leaders.

If the aristocratic forces of other military leaders intervene, it will either be a war between the military leaders, or it will be endless fighting, and either option will be a big trouble anyway.