Shocking news spread, and during the celebration that followed the ceremony to verify the Inheritance Codex, the Earl of Grey Mountain had been assassinated. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is said that there were always two Assassins, the first was a blonde mage who was hiding in the crowd and used a lightning magic that did not inflict fatal damage on the Count, and the other was an archer assassin lurking in the distant complex, who shot a fatal arrow, the crystal arrow with black tail feathers pierced through the shield guards and mages to take the Count's life.

Many of the residents who attended the celebration in the square saw the count's body fall to the ground, dead no longer to die.

Neither of the assassins was caught, and the golden mage turned into a flock of crows and flew away from the sky, while the archer disappeared into the royal capital, and it is said that General Hunt sent people to conduct a carpet search in the royal capital but could not find the archer.

For a while, people were panicked.

Only some nobles knew that the blonde mage assassin was known as the Raven of Calamity, but was actually the Earl's chief mage, and guessed that the first assassination was likely the Count's own plan.

There is also gossip that the Raven of Calamity secretly returned to the royal capital shortly after fleeing, saying that he had come to seek refuge in His Highness Elsier, explaining that his assassination was just a farce directed by the Count himself, and that the secret archers had nothing to do with him. This gossip has a high level of credibility, as His Majesty the Regent did not issue a wanted notice for Calamity Crow, but only ordered the archer assassin and a suspicious "blonde mage" to be hunted down.

Assassinating a noble lord was an unforgivable felony in any country, and the assassin himself would be punished with capital punishment if caught, regardless of who was behind it.

Especially under the banner of the Holy Alliance of the Fourth Age, depraved professionals are hunted down by the Temple, and almost no one can escape justice from the pursuit of law enforcement teams, so assassinations like this rarely happen in Todel, especially when such a blatant assassination is almost certainly only carried out by the most deranged cultists.

The royal capital has entered a state of total martial law.

In the streets and alleys, you can see the heavily armed guards of the garrison patrolling everywhere, and the entry and exit of the city gate are strictly checked, and some caravans have been delayed but helpless. Because of this incident, the originally lively royal capital seemed to be cold overnight, and the residents closed their homes at night, for fear of encountering a mad killer.

But the biggest problem right now is not even the unknown assassin, but the situation in Lothar.

What is the situation in Lothar?

The assassination of the Earl of Grey Hill in the royal capital caused an uproar among the nobles of Lothar, with many skeptical lords leaving the royal capital overnight and returning to their realms to declare a state of emergency, while the rest were in a mess in the council chamber, arguing over what to do with the incident.

"War is inevitable! We must take the initiative!"

Some people believe that war is inevitable - the Grey Mountain Lords have been in a state of readiness for war, and the Count of Grey Hill has died in the royal capital, and the Grey Mountain Lords will definitely pour out all their anger on His Majesty Esir, and they will ask His Majesty Essil to gather an army and march to the north immediately, preemptively.

"It's not wise to take the lead in igniting the flames of war, you should win over the Gray Mountain Leader!"

Others said that a new Earl of Grey Mountain should be co-opted - anyone with a discerning eye could see the strangeness of this assassination, and no matter who succeeded Grey Mountain, he would not rush to war, and should do his best to win over this opportunity to ease the situation.

The two sides were at a stalemate, arguing at the top of the chamber in such a loud voice that it almost shattered the stained windows in the vault.

Esir, who sat on the throne of the regent, seemed to be more conservative, and he mobilized a part of the army, but he had no intention of marching to the north, presumably planning to wait for news from the north before making a decision.

Sure enough, the war did not break out.

Although the assassination of the Earl of Grey Hill caused an uproar, and some nobles who were at odds with Esier denounced Esir for neglecting the safety of the nobles, the lords of the northern border suddenly lost their voices en masse, and only expressed their regret and condolences for the death of the Count.

Even more surprisingly, it is said that the Earl of Grey Hill announced in his will that the second son would inherit the title, and the eldest son, who had always been valued by him, was assigned an idle position. This seemed almost impossible before, because everyone knew that the second son of the Count was not only not taken seriously, but also had a congenital disability, and his legs could not be cured, not even by the Temple of Life.

It was well known that the Earl of Grey Mountain had never liked this child, who was born with a cripple.

It is not known why the Count made such a decision, but his eldest son, believing that the will had been tampered with, resolutely refused to accept such an arrangement, and wanted to use the men he had accumulated over the years in government to start a rebellion and force his younger brother to abdicate by force.

It's just that this "rebellion" has just begun.

When the news came, the disabled brother somehow got more support from the army, and sent elite soldiers to purge all those involved in the rebellion overnight, and that night was full of blood, only a few high-ranking professionals were able to escape, and his brother was imprisoned by him in a dark prison that did not see the light of day.

After this purge, the disabled younger brother held a title succession ceremony, and the entire Gray Mountain Territory could no longer hear the slightest opposition, and the other lords of the northern realm did not have any objection, and sent congratulatory gifts one after another, and the action was so unified that it made people shudder.

It feels as if something is wrong.

The newly succeeded young earl sent a letter to the regent Esir, saying that the current tension in the territory was inconvenient for the king to be crowned, and that his majesty the regent would understand. In addition, he said that he was different from his father, and did not agree with his previous father's ideas, and would not contradict His Majesty Esier in the future, of course, he also supported His Royal Highness Strayer's coronation as soon as possible, hoping that the next time he came to the royal capital, he could discuss specific matters, and finally he asked His Majesty Esier to find the murderer as soon as possible and bring him to justice.

By this time, no one would think that the young Earl of Grey Mountain was simple-minded, and everyone knew that he was not only scheming, but also extremely ruthless, but no matter what he was planning in secret, at least he did not act too aggressively at once, and Lothar finally had another respite.

The atmosphere in the royal capital finally eased a little.

The task of tracking down the murderer was mainly entrusted to the Temple of Nature, and the Count's body was escorted back to the Grey Mountain Territory by his guards, and the sound of the quarrel in the council chamber gradually became quieter every day, as if the matter had slowly subsided with the efforts of all parties, and the smiles on people's faces were restored.

But it was clear to everyone that the impact of this incident could not be eliminated so simply, and that the change it brought to Lothar was by no means just a new and younger earl......

And much more......

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A harbour town south of Losa.

The always calm and peaceful Harriet Port has been a little more lively these days, and there is no other reason, the beloved lord Young Master, Maureen Calland, has returned from vacation at the Academy of Magic!

It's also strange to say, since Morin was a child, he has been training in a small town, and everyone has seen his hard work, and no one has ever doubted that he will become a powerful warrior in the future, even if everyone knows that he can't use magic cards.

But after last summer's academy exams, somehow he actually went to the Academy of Magic, which was still the best magic academy in Toddle, and everyone didn't know why he wanted to become a magician. I haven't seen him for a year, but he hasn't lost any weight in the slightest, and he is obviously doing well in the Academy of Magic.

It's just that the skin has turned a little whiter, which is not good.

In the kind of place to the north, the sun is definitely not as good as Port Harriet, and magic is so difficult to learn, Xiao Molin must hide in the house every day and read, maybe he won't see the sun once in a whole day, so how long will it be.

So many people brought in seafood and game to replenish their bodies, and Mrs. Calland cooked all kinds of delicacies, which made the boy eat to his delight.

The inhabitants also received small gifts from Morin, who had brought them from Iluvita from far and wide, all sorts of interesting alchemical toys and accessories, as well as a lot of magical candies, which took a lot of effort to carry back to the boy. Although many items can be bought in shops in big cities, this is carried back by the young lord himself, and of course it is more precious.

Baron Pike didn't stay in the royal capital, first, he didn't bother to wade into the troubled waters, and second, most people wanted him to leave the royal capital early, and he was happy.

The day after the ceremony, he returned to Port Harriet with Maureen and Eddard.

At this time, in a spacious room in the Baron's mansion, Baron Pike was fighting fiercely against Morin.

On the ground was a spread metal slab that conjured up a small piece of mountain, and Pike and Morin stood on each side, directing the simulated soldiers to fight.

Hearing that Morin had joined Iluvita's command team, the baron couldn't help but "fight" with the boy, and in order to show the demeanor of the elders and flaunt the strength of the elders, he generously let the boy use a lot of troops, shouting for the boy to show a model of fighting with less on the frontal battlefield.

And then he lost, and he lost miserably.

Baron Pike, who lost the battle, really had a hellish expression, and he could stuff several eggs into his mouth. After hearing Morin command the mock soldiers, the baron's face turned blue and white, and he slapped the metal plate, and the magic channel on the board flickered, and the simulated soldiers all disappeared.

"Ahem, the art of war is cloudy, the enemy is outnumbered, and I am outnumbered, I can't be defeated!" said the baron, "This is the end of insisting on fighting more with less, and you should be impressed by it now!"

Saying that, he squeezed out a smile: "Come on, the teaching is over, it's interesting to be evenly matched, this time I won't let you." ”

Morin responded with his troops.

After a bitter battle, Pike breathed a sigh of relief and said, "How's it going? It's a big step compared to your father!"

The young man naturally refused to accept it, ordered troops to fight again, and was defeated again.

It seems that the baron seems to be accustomed to the command intensity of the boy, and it is getting easier and easier to win, after a few sets, in the frontal battle of the same strength, Morin has completely lost the chance of winning, and the baron does not use too many tactical strategies, only uses the most basic battle formation and the boy to fight head-on, which is what Morin is best at.

"Hmph, your dad and I were in command of the league at the beginning, no one was invincible, and if you want to win, I have to continue for a few more years...... No, I don't know how many more years I'll have to practice if I want to win!," the baron said triumphantly.

Mo Lin, who did not admit defeat, challenged one after another, but the more he lost, the more miserable he became, he felt that he had made good progress under the training of his father, but he couldn't exert any strength against the baron, and his father's several fights gave the boy a feeling that was somewhat similar to Tilna's style, extremely meticulous as if it had been carefully calculated as a magic machine.

But the troops commanded by the baron were exceptionally strong.

The boy felt that even if he commanded as tightly as a baron, he was not so strong, and the same soldier seemed to be more powerful in his father's hands than in his hands.

"Daddy, you're cheating!" said Merlin angrily.

"You're cheating!My famous Griffon's Shield is still cheating when playing chess cards with you?!" The baron said angrily: "I'm obviously strong!"

"If you didn't cheat, why would your simulated soldier be a little better?!" Morin asked, unconvinced.

"Huh?" the baron was stunned, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, "You noticed this too?"

"Of course, it's the same soldier, even if I command it like you, it's not that powerful!" called Merlin, "You admit it yourself?"

"What do I admit, me?" the baron rolled his eyes: "I didn't cheat! You can win by strength! As for what you said about my mock soldier being a little more powerful, that's because I have great skills, and you don't obediently ask me for advice?"

After speaking, he held his head high, his eyes closed slightly, and put on an unfathomable look waiting for the young man to ask for advice.

It's just that after waiting for a long time and not remembering the sound of asking for advice, the baron secretly glanced at it, and found that the young man was still looking at him with a look of disbelief, and finally couldn't hold back and said: "Actually, there is a very important principle in the art of conducting, do you know what it is?"

The young man of command principles had read a lot, but when he saw how mysteriously the baron spoke, he shook his head dryly.

"Know yourself and know your opponent, and you will not be defeated in a hundred battles. Parker said, shaking his head.

"I know that, too!" said Merlin angrily, and sure enough, Daddy began to talk about unreliable things again.

"You see, you know, but you won't use it," Pike said in a rare way in front of the boy, and Pike looked quite proud, "This 'confidant' is the key to my ability to win you." ”

"Huh?" the boy frowned and thought about it, not thinking about the point.

"'Confidant', 'Know your own strength', in the simulation of war chess, you don't just know the combat ability of your troops," Pike summoned five soldiers on the battle board, "These five are all first-order spearmen, but do you think the five of them are the same?"

"What's the difference? What difference does it make if they've just been summoned and they're not injured, and they're all soldiers of the same class?" asked Morin.

The baron smiled and gave an order, and four of the mock soldiers fought in twos and twos.

Under the desperate battle, the battle ended quickly, and the two simulated soldiers who won the battle were seriously injured and had almost no combat ability, but these two soldiers won.

A flash of lightning flashed through the young man's mind: "Could it be that you say-?!"

There are actually slight differences in the combat ability of different simulated soldiers. The baron revealed the answer: "Simulated war chess is a very detailed item, although the simulated warriors summoned by the same class card are not very different, but there are some differences between each other, and they even have a hidden attribute 'probability of error', which is more in line with the situation of soldiers in real armies." ”

"The reason why I can win you so easily is because I divide and command these soldiers with different strengths, and fight head-on with the same class, and my slightly stronger soldiers are grouped together, of course, they can quickly defeat your team of soldiers with mixed strength. The baron said leisurely.

"That's fine......" The young man only felt a new door open in front of him, "But how can you tell the slight difference between those soldiers? ”

"Of course, by observation," the baron puffed up like a peacock, "to observe the different performances of each soldier while fighting in battle, and then gradually assign them to each other, and finally form a local advantage to win the battle." ”

The young man's blue eyes were full of shock:

"Daddy......, how can you actually observe the subtle differences in each soldier's performance while fighting?! So powerful?!"

"Hmph," said Pike, relieved, "I told you you you had a lot to learn!

"Young man, there's still a long way to go!"