After receiving the emperor's personal order, His Royal Highness Albert reluctantly bid farewell to Benedict and the Pope, and rushed back to the city of Solo in the starry night.

When the mother Charlotte saw that her son was safe and sound, she was so happy that she almost fainted, but fortunately, the maid next to her took out the sniffing bottle in time to smell her.

The young Highness took his mother's hand and briefly recounted his miraculous experiences over the past few months, which attracted the admiration of Mrs. Charlotte, and she said: "The Duke has always been worried about your disappearance even at the front, and since it is safe now, let me repair the book as soon as possible, and send the pigeons to the city of Frank to report safety." ”

After Albert had put all the things to rest, he came to his mother's side, and his hesitant action made Mrs. Charlotte feel a little puzzled: "Is there anything wrong? ”

"Mother, am I really Borot's son?" the young man finally couldn't help asking.

Charlotte was taken aback, looked at Albert blankly, and said for a while, "Why are you asking this again?"

"Mother, the monk I met in Greade City this time claims to be Benedict, you ......" Before Albert could finish his words, he saw Charlotte's face turn pale and her hands trembled, "Mother, what's wrong with you?"

"What did he say to you?" said the Duchess, breathlessly.

"He showed me the bag around his waist, and the barrel pattern and date on it all matched mine!"

The Duchess covered her face with her hands, unable to help herself, and began to cry aloud.

"Mother, is this true?" Albert was unrelenting, expecting that he would have to sting Charlotte's heart if he wanted to get the truth.

The Duchess did not answer, but nodded silently twice.

"Mother, at the moment of the great enemy, my father is on the front line against the northern barbarians, and he has worked hard to raise me to become an adult. Although Benedict is my biological father, he has severed his friendship with you and me. As the sole heir to the Duchy of Borot, I cannot live up to my father's expectations of me, and I have decided to forget about it forever!"

Charlotte looked at the young man in front of her, and felt suddenly strange, is this still Albert?

"Mother, Lord Benedict is a friend of mine, and if I become a duke in the future, I will do my best to arrange his old age, please rest assured. ”

The Duchess was speechless, and her heart was equally full of contradictions.

Benedict, the pickled old man, couldn't give himself and his son many things. The position of the Duchy of Borot is extremely rich, and many people cannot ask for it. After so many years, he had forgotten him, and now he suddenly jumped out, which made Charlotte fall into an unprecedented entanglement.

The innocent woman who did nothing more at the beginning is now a mature and sophisticated duchess. The future of himself and his son should never be ruined at Benedict's hands at this moment.

Albert knew his mother's pain and quietly withdrew. The choice between Benedict and Duke Borot was not difficult for him, because the former had only been together for a few months, while the latter had been nurturing for more than 20 years. Albert may have wavered a little the moment Benedict took out the bag, but then he came to his senses again, and everything should still be about the principality.

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After Borot learned that his son was safe and sound, he suddenly felt that the emperor's conspiracy could not succeed. Although he lost two battles in a row here, he finally lost General Wellington to defend the city, so he would not lose his life.

The robbery of the camp ended in a crushing defeat, and almost all of the 300 brave men were wiped out, except for General Cam and a few who were lucky enough to escape. The Duke's counselor, Daxon, was captured alive by Tugrul. Not only that, but the duke's own camp outside the city was unexpectedly attacked by the Dess overnight and suffered heavy losses.

General Cam asked for a court-martial ruling, and the Duke pardoned him, comforting: "Victory and defeat are commonplace, and the act of robbing the camp is a miracle move, and if the other party is prepared, it will definitely return in vain." This Tugrul is brave and resourceful, and we are convinced to lose. Don't blame yourself too much!"

General Wellington entertained Duke Borot all day long in the city. He received a secret order from the Duke of Loyle to find a way to get rid of Old Bao.

The general is not a wine bag. He held on to the city, on the one hand, to comply with the order of the peak, and on the other hand, to retain his strength, so that he could use the hand of Borot to explore the reality of the northern barbarians.

Everyone has their own wishful thinking in their hearts. Borot thought of a quick victory, and a two-sided attack to drive the Desserts back to Roma at least. Although General Wellington also expected this move, he did not want his men to fight for it, so he gave up this idea.

At present, Loyle actually wants to assassinate Duke Borot, which makes General Wellington really difficult. While entertaining the Duke with a smiling face, he secretly sighed continuously. The duke's loyalty to the empire is in his eyes and in his heart, after all, it is a thankless job for anyone to put this matter on his head.

For several days in a row, Wellington's side was smiling, and Borot's side was also frowning. He constantly emphasized in both public and private affairs that the two armies should work together to flank the Desserts.

There was a lieutenant general at the banquet, who was greedy for money and lustful, and was nicknamed Pique. He, like the Duke of Lloyle, had already been bought off by the merchant Philip. He did not know that His Royal Highness Albert was already in prison, so he was still bent on getting rid of the Duke in order to pave the way for Philip.

In order to get close to Borot, Pique took the initiative to loudly agree with the Duke's idea, and whispered to the Duke to criticize Loyle and even His Majesty the Emperor.

On the one hand, Borot drank too much, and on the other hand, he was also unable to vent his grievances, so he did not carefully identify this confidant sent to the door.

On that day, after the duke's wine and meat had passed, he felt weak and returned to his temporary residence in the city early to rest. Who knew that before the third watch, he got up several nights in a row, vomiting and diarrhea, and cold sweat. The attendant on the side reminded, "My lord, are you poisoned?"

When the duke heard this, he thought about it carefully, but he couldn't tell the difference. Fortunately, his appetite that day was not as good as the previous days, and he ate less, although the poison was ruthless, but it was chronic, and the duke was usually strong and strong, and he survived the danger by constantly drinking water and excreting. He secretly instructed his subordinates not to leak this matter.

Borot pondered secretly: "I think that after all, I am the lord of a country, and it must not be a small role to plot against me so much. Although His Majesty the Emperor is bent on getting rid of me, such indiscriminate means must not be his instructions. The death of a commander in battle on the battlefield is a small matter, and the matter of being poisoned by someone is a big deal. The emperor, he categorically would not take such a risk. Then who is it that is so vicious and so anxious that he must put me to death?"

The Duke sighed as he paced. Suddenly, a confidant reported: "The vanguard of King Richard of Hope has arrived outside the city of Front, and General Wellington, when he learned the news, got up early in the morning and waited at the gate of the city to greet him." ”

Borot was overjoyed, stroked his sparse beard twice, and said, "God help me, although my son Albert mentioned this in his letter, I didn't expect Richard to arrive so soon." What a polymath!"

It turned out that King Richard was overjoyed when he received the news that the emperor had made an exception and ordered him to go north, and he had stayed at Luther's House for a long time, but his mind had already flown to the city of Rûm. King Richard's father was a devout Bo Christian, and as his only son, Richard accepted his father's faith from an early age, and admired the Bo Prophet and the Pope of all generations. In particular, Clement, who repelled the invasion of the Desserts, was an irreplaceable hero in Richard's heart, and he always said to his subordinates: "Without Clement, there would be no peace and happiness in the Bodie continent for hundreds of years." ”

The young king fantasized that one day he would be able to defeat the northern pagans in Roma and drive them back into the ice fields, as Clemand did.

The cold weather in the north could not dampen Richard's enthusiasm, and he happily accepted the compliments of the flattering General Wellington. Duke Borot was inconspicuous on the side due to his inability to poison.

Richard asked, "Your Excellency, I heard that Duke Borot is also here, why don't you invite him to come and talk about it?"

"Your Majesty, I am here. The old duke didn't wait for Wellington's introduction, and took the initiative to step forward and say.

Richard sighed in distress and surprise: "Your Excellency, are you sick?" ”

"Hey, worry about the Empire! We suffered two defeats in a row in the front, and it was thanks to Wellington that he held on to the city that I was able to keep my old life!" Borot said.

Richard heard what he meant, and he helped the old duke and said, "I remember that my father once took me to the city of Solo, when I was still young, and I only remember that your majesty made me both afraid and envious. ”

"Your Majesty, your memory is really amazing, it seems that the dog Albert still had an argument with Your Majesty back then, and it is interesting to watch children quarrel. Borot knew that Richard was a man of sincerity, and that he would only be nostalgic for such things, and would not feel that it would be a loss of face.

"Ah, Albert, I remember him, is he okay?" Richard did not mean anything perfunctory, and his serious expression moved the Duke very much.

"Good!" Borot said in a loud voice, "Since Your Majesty is here, let's discuss the matter of dealing with the Dessert sooner!"

"Well, that's exactly what I mean. You and General Wellington have been facing off against them for months, and you must have your own plan, and I'd love to know about it. King Richard smiled and looked at the two of them.

"Your Majesty, the Dessert are cunning, and the men who lead the troops are good at strategy. With their advanced weapons and the help of black-robed mages, I think that for the sake of today, we should still hold on to the city and wait for the support of His Majesty the Emperor. General Wellington was the first to repeat the same old tune.

Richard looked at the old duke: "What do you think?"

"Your Majesty, the Dessertes have been on the expedition for more than a few months, and although they have been defeated by them several times before, they have not immediately come to storm the city of Front. This shows that they still have some scruples. Although the city of Rûm is not far away, it is still difficult to transport supplies for a long time. Since General Wellington insists on holding out, then I am willing to work with you, Your Majesty, to cut off their food and grass by surprise, to cause civil strife, and then take advantage of the situation to cover up and kill, and I will definitely succeed!"

Richard nodded, and he said aloud: "The Dessert are known as an army of 100,000, but in my opinion, this number can be discounted in half. Now you and I are in the same army, and the number is no less than theirs. General Wellington is still defending the city, I led the elite of the Hope Kingdom to attack the grain route of the Desserts, the enemy will definitely rescue desperately, Duke you wait for the opportunity, as long as the main force of the other party and I exchange fire, you will immediately rob the camp and cut off their rear road, two flanking attacks, why worry about the big thing?"

When General Wellington heard this, he said a rare hello, because he was still the one who defended the city.

Duke Borot was overjoyed, and even forgot about the poisoning.

It is precisely to fight the snake to hit seven inches, and to treat strange people with miraculous skills.

Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.