"Lord Richard, I admire, really admire, you have built a guard from scratch in such a short period of time that can easily defeat the reorganized garrison legion. Solo pinched the corners of his forehead, his tone and expression trying to convey sincerity.

The lord tried his best to suppress the urge to laugh wildly in his heart, waved his hand and pretended to be indifferent, "Sir, you have won awards." ”

But soon Sauron changed his words and rolled his eyes directly at him, "But you really have a lot of homework to make up for when it comes to politics." ”

"Am I just a façade, in other words?" Richard lacked experience, not brain or intellect.

Sauron has already said this, and if he doesn't understand it, it only means that he doesn't want to understand.

"Under the guise of course. Sauron shrugged, "You're the one who wins, and no king would put an entire country on the table because of such a trivial matter." ”

"Not necessarily, at least the Mad King can. The lord habitually raised the bar, walked to the wall and unscrewed the bronze dragon-headed hose, and the boiling water immediately fell into the white porcelain cup, and the heat rose.

He took two glasses, and handed the other to Sauron.

The lords of the noble garden are quite good at enjoying it, and the mountain spring water used is quite sweet even if you drink it in vain, and it is many times stronger than the bitter water drunk by the commoners of Cologne.

The Mad King in the mouth of the lord is the nickname of the famous renegade Nero thousands of years ago, and in contrast to his amazing magical achievements, many of his deeds in his life have a smell that ordinary people cannot understand, claiming to be half genius and half mad. The name of the Mad King was widely spread long before he died.

Gambling on the fortunes of the country for a trivial matter is not out of line for him at all, but a common thing that must be done once every few years.

The so-called long-term gambling will lose, and the country established by Nero during his lifetime was precisely because of his endless misdeeds, and finally fell apart step by step.

"It's not the Mad King who rules Pompeii now. Sauron's lips smiled, his beard curled slightly.

"Damn, our Pompeii must have been premeditated. "The lord is full of thoughts, he can't be used as a gun in vain, how can he get real money to knock some military aid back.

"Actually, this time, it was Stuart who declared war on us first, so see for yourself. Sauron took out another piece of parchment and tossed it to Richard—this time from his body-fitting robe.

In other words, Sauron had originally planned to take this document to Alpine Fort.

Richard grabbed it and read it carefully by the warm yellow glow of the magic lamp.

This is Stuart's version, although they are all continental lingua franca that has been handed down since ancient times, but the style of the flower style is slightly different from Pompeii, and it takes a little time to recognize it word by word.

But what is clearly recognizable is that this Stuart document was drawn up two days before Pompeii's!

Their reasoning was that Hendra had been attacked by the Pompeii nobles for no reason during his normal military patrols, and had died after resisting.

Described as a villain with utter contempt for human order, the Kingdom of Stuart decides to teach Pompey a fatal lesson.

If Pompey's official document can only be regarded as a slight exaggeration of the facts, then Stuart's is completely distorted.

The mountain fort that passively counterattacked became a habitual war offender who did all kinds of evil.

But for such a powerful country, a slight twist of the facts is hardly an evil act.

"They probably didn't know that Hendra was alive. Richard's fingertips landed on the corresponding text, and he took a big gulp of water from his glass, breathing a long sigh of relief.

"It's useless. Solo saw Richard drinking water, and also took a sip of the porcelain cup, but the whole person was scalded on the spot.

"Do you have leather armor in your mouth?"

"What's wrong?" the lord looked at Sauron innocently.

"Forget it...... Go on. Sauron wiped his mouth, "As long as Stuart doesn't admit it, no one can prove that he's Hendra." ”

The lord smacked his lips, and couldn't help but feel some sympathy for the unfortunate bastard.

Hendra was alive and well in the dungeons of Alpine Fort, but at least in his hometown of Stuart, his social status was the equivalent of being sentenced to death by this official document.

"Both sides are determined to declare war. Richard returned the parchment to Sauron.

It is actually normal for there to be occasional friction between the small lords and small nobles of the two border countries, and most of the time they don't even bother to complain verbally.

It should be the first time that two major powers have directly declared war on each other.

From this point of view, Richard and Hendra should feel honored and honored, and they poked the biggest basket with their most inconspicuous status.

"Because there have been grievances for a long time, they have long reached the point where they can only be resolved by force. Solo's face was full of helplessness.

For the local aristocracy, the outbreak of war in the northeastern provinces is certainly not a good thing, but there is no choice at all.

"A border friction is only a small spark, but the situation is no more than a vat full of alcohol, just waiting for a spark to fall and burn him upside down. ”

"What grudge?" the lord looked curious.

"About five years ago, a magic crystal mine was discovered on the disputed border between Pompeii and Stuart, and the reserves are very rich, and the ownership has not been determined in recent years. ”

"Magic Crystal Mine. Richard smacked his lips.

The first time he saw a magic crystal in his life was not long ago, thanks to Hendra.

Lord Lord and Sauron stared at each other - just as eight generations of poor peasants could not give up the gold dug out of the ground, the monarch naturally could not watch the magic crystal ore slip through his fingers.

The identities are very different, but the reason is the same.

"The storm is coming, are you afraid?" asked Sauron suddenly looking up.

"Hmph, I'm afraid of a bird. Richard leaned lazily on the back of his chair and crossed Erlang's legs, pouting and whistling melodiously.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"It's impossible to send the main force to deal with the high mountain fort, what is there to be afraid of. Richard tapped the arm of his chair with the tip of his index finger, "To be honest, I've always had little respect for third-rate goods. ”

"Also, Stuart is here for the Crystal and won't be too concerned with you. Sauron looked at the water cup in a daze, but finally couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth with a wry smile, "Fuck, I'm scared to death, you really have a big heart!"

"There's nothing else to do, I'm leaving. "Richard is actually a lawsuit himself.

For Takayama Castle, the potential benefits and risks of this battle are terrifying, and it is possible to ascend to the sky in one step, and it is more likely to die as one of the countless pioneer lords who died in the wilderness.

I have to go back and figure out how to arrange it.

"The military headquarters and the governor's palace will definitely give some support to the high mountain fort. Sauron paused behind him and continued, "Stay at the Noble Garden, and you should have a letter in a few days." ”