"The two sides have long since opened up the gap. Buckland leaned his stocky body entirely against the back of his chair, ten fingers folded in front of his chest, "Stuart chose to start a war at this time, and to be honest, very unwise. ”

"Isn't Pompeii a sure win?" Richard's eyes narrowed.

"Not necessarily, if it's just Pompeii and Stuart, the problem is relatively simple. "As a naturalist, Buckland's common problem of being a cultural person who loves to sell guanzi is particularly obvious in him, and he is silent when he talks and waits for questions in a clear way.

So the lord rolled his eyes, and held back that he didn't care if he lived or died.

Old White Tiger chose the former between fiddling with knowledge and selling off the guanzi, and continued to take care of himself: "But there is still a San Jose in the south, and he will definitely not let either side easily occupy the magic crystal mine. Once the dispute between the two countries is involved in a third country, it will certainly become very complicated and complicated, especially if the third country still wants to balance the middle. ”

"Pompeii doesn't seem to be at odds with Stuart or San Jose. "As a businessman, Anne is sensitive enough to the situation.

"Definitely. "I'll tell you a real secret, the kind that few people know. ”

"Please. "The lord sat upright, respecting the knowledge accumulated by an old scholar.

"After Nero's rebellion, he established a country called Utopia, which was destroyed in the war after a short time. Buckland shook his head and showed off his historical knowledge, "Although the country is dead, the people are still living on that land after all, and then after a lot of hardships to build a new country on the ruins, do you know what this country is called?"

"It's called Pompeii. Richard said with a blank face.

"You know?" Buckland was amazed.

According to his impression of the lord, a label that does not learn and knows no skills will know this kind of ancient secret that has been deliberately concealed?

"To be honest, I don't know. The lord covered his face and rolled his eyes as he sighed, "But...... Damn, look at your pretending to be mysterious, a fool can guess it. ”

"Yes...... Is it?" the old white tiger grinned as he touched his nose.

"But I really didn't expect that Pompeii was actually the 'remnant of Nero'. ”

"That's right. "Pompey has never been a member of the same relationship with Stuart and San Jose from the roots, so the relationship has always been tense. ”

The lord rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and then said, "I see, so the difference in the military system makes sense. ”

"What do you mean?" said Anne and Bucklan looked at each other this time, talking about irrelevant military systems.

"Pompey's large army system is easier to form combat effectiveness, suitable for the rebels to be small and large, and the self-respect of the generals is a matter for them to be considered only if they are alive. The lord raised his teacup and talked.

"And the small army system of San Jose and Stuart is conducive to maintaining rule, and it should be Chengze since the ancient era of human empires, and combat effectiveness is not the most urgent for them. ”

"I didn't think it was a difference. Lord Lord's smile, "Sure enough, different military systems have their own origins, and they are all designed to meet different needs. ”

"What a specialization in the arts!" Buckland applauded and sighed, "Wonderful explanation, I have gained a little new knowledge, thank you Richard." ”

"Oh, look who's coming, Captain of the Brown Bear Roar!" the lord reached out and put a pergola over his eyes.

As the Legion's Commander, Hendra was under strict supervision commensurate with his strength, chained to a thick log cross, and carried by a dozen of his lords panting and panting the whole time.

Buckland hurriedly retired with Anne, and the bloody torture that might exist next was not easy for them to accept.

"Untie him. The lord snapped his fingers on one foot in his chair.

A cold light flashed in mid-air, and the crisp sound of gold and iron intersecting exploded, and Hutt's scimitar was already in its sheath.

"What a handsome knife technique. Richard gave a thumbs up to Hurt.

Hendra pushed away the broken pieces of chain on his body, he hadn't moved freely for too long, and he stumbled a few times and almost fell. After being imprisoned for nearly two months, he looked at the lord with a look in his eyes visibly a little cringe, and he was no longer in high spirits.

"Mr. Legion, you're already a dead man. Richard landed on the main seat, and the inferior chairs made by the two knife carpenters immediately began to creak, "I know you must think that Lao Tzu is boring and scaring you, but unfortunately, the master of the skill is just stating a fact that is not mixed with any subjective judgment." ”

Hendra looked at the ground and said nothing, this period of prison life had made him a lot less clear and silent.

If it had been two months ago, he might have retorted, he would have spoken generously, or he would have been dismissive, but now he just wants to bow his head and count the ants.

"Come on, come on, look at this. Richard grabbed the upside-down parchment on the table and gave it to Hurt, who handed it to Hendra.

As a nobleman who once served as a legion commander, Hendra is naturally no stranger to such things as official documents, not to mention Stuart's official documents, which are already clear to him by scanning up and down.

"Stuart actually declared war on Pompeii?" he said, his voice hoarse, like two planks rubbing against each other with sand.

"What you should be concerned about is that you're 'dead'!" the lord said angrily.

"Yes, I'm 'dead,' I'm abandoned. Hendra scratched his hair on the top of his head that had grown like withered grass for two months, as if a bone had been removed, and the whole person suddenly fell downward, and his face was full of loss and could not be concealed.

"Very well, it seems that we have at least one consensus. Richard glanced at Hutt, who immediately understood, and drew his knife across the side of Hendra's neck.

With a cold iron against his skin, Hendra visibly shrunk his neck, his hands raised above his head without hesitation.

"You'd better know something that interests me, or ......," the lord leaned back in his chair and snorted twice, all in plain sight.

"I ......" Hendra certainly didn't want to die, but he really didn't know what would keep him alive. In most cases, it is undoubtedly the physical property that is recognized as the most valuable, the problem is that it is not counted on now.

Whether or not the news has value is a subjective question, far less popular than gold.

"Don't try to fool me, you only have one chance to speak, be satisfied or die. ”

Hendra hesitated for a long time before he tentatively spoke:

"I ...... I know the whereabouts of an artifact. ”

Richard sat firmly in his chair, didn't even bother to move his buttocks, and laughed.