"Does this Miss Tashapol have any relatives?" asked Fitney, taking a deep breath. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Oh, don't call her Miss, she's just a maid - an orphan. Our adult likes to adopt some children, and he is really a kind person. The maid said.

"So is there any adopted girl who has a particularly good relationship with her, and when did she die?" said Fitney, looking at the painting carefully.

The maid thought for a moment: "It was about seven years ago - because the war broke out the next year - and Tashapol had a good relationship with many people, because she was lively and lovely, but there was one person with whom she did not have a very good relationship. ”

"And who is it?"

"It's Putge - he's an orphan, and he's late to Tashapol, and both the adults and Tashapol like him, because he's very clever, but he doesn't like Tashapol very much, and always treats her coldly—we all think he's a little fond of the girl. The maid said.

"He's a boy, so where has he been now?"

"Oh, I don't know, he left Tashapol after the death of the Lord, probably because he didn't have any hope - everyone else stayed here - where else can we go but here?"

Fitnair was thoughtful, then thanked her: "Thank you very much. ”

After saying that, Fettnay had no intention of looking at the scenery anymore, she asked the maid for directions, and then disappeared into one of the buildings.

While Fitney was talking to the maid, his eyes followed the red creeper of the long-standing building to the top, and he found that in the opposite building, next to the flying arch carved with the theme of the "Word of God", was a huge window, and the light fully merged into the room, falling on the face of the Letta.

The sun was still shining in Shavrin's day, even though it was already the month of the trek.

Letta listened to the aged butler behind her, but her expression showed that she was not listening at all—she first cast her eyes on Fitney, and only then did she shift her gaze beyond Tashapol when the girl dressed as a teenager walked back and disappeared from her sight—a carriage drove by, hurrying out toward Hurrington.

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The world of the aristocracy often has two sides, like a story in a fairy tale book, there may be two completely different worlds on the frozen lake, and on the seemingly calm surface, no one can know what is hidden in its depths - Charvrin is a good example.

The reason for this situation may be that the aristocracy is not good at putting contradictions on the surface, and tradition makes them willing to be silent, preferring to be careful in their hearts here, but this matter is different in one place.

That place is in Dryden.

It is called the Lutheran Kingdom Conference.

It was a meeting of nobles, as one remembers it - in an old and majestic building, the building in the heart of Dryden is white and a symbol of immaculate purity. And at the fountain at the entrance stands a statue of Elletia. It is conceivable that the builders tried to create a courtroom atmosphere.

According to the tradition of the Kingdom of Luther, today is the time for the Kingdom Council to meet—the various carriages are arranged according to the rank of their masters, and at the top of the line is the king's ornate white gilded carriage.

The meeting was ready - in the conference hall, the positions were arranged in a circle, and at the end there was a coat of arms, shaded by a blue dogflower and a golden lion. In front of the sign was a throne, and in that chair sat Andrew Middle, who was already old, with wrinkles crawling beside his golden eyes.

Today was a little special - because next to Andrew's throne, there was an extra chair a little closer to the seat, and the chair was Misser Midrus.

This seems to indicate the message that Misse has been identified as the next king - but rightfully so, since after the Battle of Shevrin there was only one prince.

"Have all the people arrived? "Andrew speaking means the meeting begins.

The hall was built before the invention of the flying arch, so the thick walls and small windows let the room take in little light, enveloping it with an atmosphere of mystery – perhaps the same atmosphere they were trying to create.

"Of course, Your Majesty. The voice of the nobleman spoke in a calm and powerful voice—from the well-known Duke of Wizdham, Aldrich Wizdham.

"Today's events - let Misse tell you. Andrew said.

There was a little weariness in his voice—he had only recently fallen ill and made the already weak king even weaker, and the nobles had recently speculated about when Misse would ascend to the throne.

Letting Misse speak at this time undoubtedly confirmed their idea that the king would soon die.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this matter starts with the information that the spies brought back for us a few months ago, and as we all know, our old adversaries have made another move - some spies say that they have formed a new army, and I think this may be a new move. Misse said.

"But, Your Highness, Archduke Wiesen of the Duchy of Ansendir has been bedridden for a long time. "Someone spoke, and the man with the short beard was Bill Isopp, Earl Isoppe, a nobleman named after his domain.

"The current ruler of the Duchy of Ansendir is Morton Ansendier - anyone who knows him knows that he is an ambitious man, and the results of the spies are enough clues for us to deduce. The man who objected to him was Boris Uzild of the House of Grania, dressed in a formal suit, with short dark red hair, and still very young—he had inherited the title for eight years and was a rising star in the Lutheran kingdom of politics.

This is something worth discussing, after all, they don't know that Morton Ansendyr has died at the hands of Eddard.

"Archduke Wiesen was a very harsh man, and his son had to live alone in the forest for a year until he came of age, either alive or dead in the forest - and to inherit his place had to be tested. The voice came from a woman, Lelia Wizdem, a woman who was politically active and had always feared her political opponents.

"Test!" You mean that the Duchy of Ansendir will attack our sacred kingdom as a test, and if they have the ability to do so, why don't they attack Dryden directly after the Battle of Shevrin!"