Silently walking into the ward, the black-haired wizard didn't say a word.

Brandon, who was sitting in a chair, had a blank expression, and there was no brilliance in his bright red pupils.

"Say, say something. With a hoarse voice, Brandon spoke:

"As my wizard advisor, Lord Duke of Byrne... What do you think about the death of the Emperor?"

Stopping and standing on the tiles three steps away from Brandon, Loren remained silent.

Silence, like a tacit understanding, drifted between the two.

"Don't you say yes... Okay, then I'll do it first. Stiffly raising his gaze to meet the black-haired wizard, His Royal Highness the Shameless Prince tugged at the corners of his trembling mouth:

"I'm excited and scared right now... It's such a contradictory feeling, but no matter what kind of contradiction, it is the grief of not losing a father!"

Pursing his lips, Brandon even chattered his teeth: "I don't know why, but a voice has been telling me - this is a scam, impossible! That man is lying to you, how could he die so easily, and still die in his own dormitory?!"

"I—I don't understand why, but there's a sense of unreality living in a dream, like a bunch of people around me making a cliché, cliché, and really bad joke. ”

"And when I calmed down a bit, I immediately understood where this unreal feeling was coming from - because I wasn't prepared for it, and I never even expected it to happen!"

"It's ridiculous, I think it's ridiculous! I, a man who swore that I would become the emperor of the empire even by any means, never thought of what my father's death would be like!"

"I... I never thought that he was also a human being, and he would die——!"

Brandon, who was still dead at the moment, was hysterical and excited at this time.

The trembling tones and hurried words echoed in the dimly lit ward, but they seemed even more lonely... It's like a madman whispering alone in a world where no one is around.

"I don't think there's anything to laugh about. The black-haired wizard who spoke in a low voice shook his head and said:

"With Eckhart II's pattern, vision, and scheming, even if I were told one day that he intended to immortalize himself, it probably seemed more credible to me than this information was now. ”

"But the truth is, he's dead... And the news that he died in the Heavenly Dome Palace, at the hands of the Azorean elven assassins, will spread throughout the entire empire within a month, and everyone will know about it. ”

"A month... How to make use of this short period of one month is the most important thing at the moment. ”

But Brandon at this moment was clearly not thinking about this.

"Do you think that's possible... That is to say, all this is just his plan, deliberately faking his death to deceive us?" Brandon, who was uneasy, even looked cautious when he said a word at this time:

"Maybe he's just faked his death, maybe it's just part of his plan, maybe even the elven assassins he's already arranged, maybe even Peter Fasha... Forget it, just let me not say it. ”

In the end, His Royal Highness the Shameful Prince, who was talking to himself, even felt that these were too nonsense.

At least... He didn't feel that he was so important that he needed to let his father "fake his death" in order to be tempted.

Although Brandon finally stopped despising them after listening to the black-haired wizard's explanation, he still didn't think that these guys would embarrass his father, who had won two monster invasions (one of which was my credit).

As for the monsters of the north... Eckhart can win once, he can win a second time, and the emperors of the twelfth generation of the empire have won more than a dozen times, and playing dead at this time can only reduce the prestige of his father.

After all, not every De Salion can be as unbounded and brazen as himself.

What exactly... What kind of enemy could force the all-powerful Father to do this, or was everyone deceived by him, and it was part of his plan?

"Whatever the hell is going on, the Twelfth Emperor of the Empire... My omnipotent father, the Emperor, is dead, and it looks like he's really dead!"

Brandon, who was wooden, spread his hands and said as if explaining and talking to himself: "Oh, by the way... Rut Infinit, the guy you hate to the bone, he's eighty percent dead. ”

"The Heavenly Dome Palace of the twelfth generation of Xuan He was made a big fuss by the elven assassins, the Imperial Capital Night's Watch was wiped out, none of the six hundred royal guards were spared, and even the Oath Knights of the Imperial Capital Cathedral are said to have several killed... If it was really His Majesty's plan, I wonder who could have such an 'honor'?!"

Brandon spoke faster and faster, from the initial taciturn to the gushing, even though he didn't get any response, and his lips twitched faster and faster.

There are only eyes, still the same Mu Ran as just now, and there is no brilliance in the dim red flame red pupils.

Loren sighed softly.

Brandon... He still hadn't moved from the excitement and fear, he was just trying to hide it, trying to make it look like he had regained his composure.

He doesn't care about his image, he can be low-voiced, he can be arrogant, he can make himself funny like a clown or a gentleman, but he still doesn't want to expose his vulnerable side to others... Even if it's a friend.

"So what should we do now?" Brandon continued to change the subject, "Gather the two principalities and the legions in my hands to go north, and become the master of the Heavenly Dome Palace before the cabinet and the nobles of the imperial capital react, and then beat my dear imperial brother into a thief?"

The tone of his self-talk was not like asking Loren, but like convincing himself.

"Then the nobles of the imperial capital were blocked under the city gate, and they were declared anti-thieves by the imperial cabinet of the temporary regent, waiting to be 'crowned in the air', and his Royal Highness the crown prince who was far away in the fortress of Broken Mountain was surrounded and suppressed, right?"

Moving a chair and sitting down, Loren deliberately made a joking gesture: "The premise must be that the loyal Grand Duke of Ellemont is willing to let us pass, or the Prince of Sackland, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can watch us pass through his territory and not stop us." ”

"Hmm......" Brandon, who frowned, curled up in his chair without any image, biting his thumbnail: "It's the same." ”

"The second way is to call on all the dukes of the empire to march to the imperial capital to defend the Heavenly Dome Palace that was attacked by the enemy, and finally to use your heir status to be recognized by all the principalities first. Loren held out two fingers:

"That's a solution, too, but the question is who will respond—Arles would probably prefer to sit back and watch the fight, and the Duke of Wirtz of Ellemont will remain neutral until a new emperor appears;"

"Lothair could have considered fighting for it, but the church has deep roots there, and even if Leven Fried is willing to help us, he will have to consider the thoughts of his vassals and the people; Do you want to count on a bunch of mercenaries who only recognize money to fight for you?"

His Royal Highness tilted his head: "You mean, we can only win the power of three principalities at most, and one can betray us for money at any time?"

"Three?" Loren deliberately asked rhetorically, "Which three?"

"Which three? Byrne, Ebolden, Boi... Oh alright, I know what you mean. Brandon sighed and waved his hand, slumping lazily in his chair:

"A woman's heart, a needle under the sea. ”

The dark-haired wizard, who was deeply touched, nodded thoughtfully.

Salika Jonah... The newly crowned Grand Duchess had indeed fought bravely in the previous Centaur Wars, risking her life to fight alongside them more than once, and was indeed a qualified ally.

But the "ally's" selflessness is premised on the fact that the war must be won by Boi to the extent that he has enough to gain, or at least that the situation seems to be winn.

The current situation is that Crown Prince Connad occupies the absolute moral and legal high ground, and the first thing to do is to become a bird... No matter how you look at it, it's a sure losing situation.

The Ebolden mercenaries who only recognize money, the female archduke of the scimitar who is indecisive and often has "clear brain circuits", plus the glorious Byrne knights and the three imperial legions who are loyal to death.

"The odds don't seem to be very good... Ha. Brandon smiled, a hint of embarrassment in his smile.

The black-haired wizard nodded again and said he wasn't going to giggle with him.

"Hmm... So at the moment we are not the side that has the upper hand, and because Byrne and Boe are not connected to the imperial capital, there is no advantage in geography and time, and although Conod's elite is crucified in Fault Mountain, we can't immediately commit too many troops... What's more, as you say, the invasion of the Kingdom of the Azores has to be taken into account. ”

"So what can we do to stabilize the situation at hand—if at least it's a huge disparity, and maybe there's something my wizard advisor and Lord of Byrne can do to make it back?"

It's no longer talking to himself, but Brandon is almost leaning forward to lie in front of Loren, blinking a pair of big watery eyes, and the corners of his mouth are "waiting for you to tell me"... A slightly flattering smile.

That's right, that's what Brandon should be.

Sighing heavily, Loren said a little helplessly: "Right now, our advantage is that we know the death of His Majesty the Emperor one step ahead of Conod... If it weren't for a second Night's Watch who knew the truth to tell him, this would be where we had the upper hand. ”

"In other words, we have the first mover in this game and can be the first to make a move – whatever happens to Connad next, to a certain extent, he is passive. ”

"Uh-huh, uh-huh!" the smiling Brandon nodded repeatedly, indicating that you were right, well said, and continued.

"And then... Although de jure is the non-dominant party, it does not mean that Conod can manipulate us at will. Loren stretched out his finger and gestured in the air:

"If he wants to target you, we will be the victims, and we will occupy the moral high ground - even if our Archduke of the Scimitar is reluctant, she will have to be on our side, who will let her be tied to the chariot by us. ”

"As for the other principalities, Ruben Fried of Lothair will certainly not watch us finished, Arles has always had no affection for the House de Salion, Archduke Wirtz of Ellemont... He will probably take the initiative to stand up and mediate like last time. ”

"And I am still the living of the De Salion family, the last dragon rider - kill me, and in the next Azorean elven invasion, Connod will have to face the tragic situation of having no dragons to use. Brandon sneered and hooked the corners of his mouth:

"What will the relatives of the royal family think, and what will the people of the empire think... Their emperor let the mighty dragon go and let them shed their blood and die?"

"How can Saklan, who has lost its dragon, deter the surrounding principalities like you, who are in no way inferior to the Empire?"

The black-haired wizard bowed slightly, and pointed his right index finger at the ceiling above his head: "This... It can be regarded as the time of the day. ”

"What about the location?" Brandon asked rhetorically, "What do you think, it's all the dear royal brother who has the advantage!"

"That's right—he's the defender of the Broken Mountain Fortress, and the Prince of Saklan, who occupies the most fertile and prosperous territory in the center of the empire, and the most powerful in war, but on the other hand, it's his disadvantage. ”

"Disadvantage?"

"If he is really prepared to turn us into rebels, despite the dissuasion of the rest of the states and the opposition of the Celestial Dome, Ellemont will not let us go—the Grand Duke of Wirtz will not risk the whole empire in flames—so he can only go to Boi. ”

"And Boi is the world of hussars, and how can the heavy infantry of the legion, known for its 'black walls', deal with the desperate resistance of the horseback people?"

"His Royal Highness, who does not have a dragon, how should he use to confront the 10,000 knights of Byrne who are angrily revolting and galloping across the sea of grass?"

"It makes sense, it makes sense. ”

Nodding his head and nodding his head like a woodpecker, Brandon raised his right hand and pulled out his fingers one by one: "So... We have the right time, we have the right place... And what about people?"

"If you just sit back and watch, how do you think everyone must be on the side of my greatest imperial brother who was born to rule the world?"

"And His Majesty Eckhart II... Is your equally great father ruling the empire by the loyalty of his subjects?" Loren asked rhetorically, "If you want me to say, what he cares about the most and what he doesn't care about the least should be the same thing." ”

"The ...... of people's hearts"

Brandon muttered softly, his eyes lost in thought.

"We need hearts, but not those who have vested interests, nor those who rely on us to gain benefits; It's a group of people who are loyal or loyal or not, but they must be very capable and can help you gain an advantage. Shaking his index finger, Loren said:

"So, who does His Majesty Eckhart II rely on to control everything in the empire?"

"Night's watchman?!"

"That's right!" (https:)

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