The brazier in the hall was as bright as day, but the atmosphere dropped to freezing.

"Loren Turin, you said so much nonsense......"

Laszló Varna raised his head with a frosty face, his eyes flashing with a fierce color: "It's not just for us to do this... Meaningless speculation, right?"

"I'm just saying one thing that might happen. Loren said calmly:

"Maybe that's the centaur's strategy, maybe not, maybe they don't have such a plan, or maybe they have other intentions—anything, everything. ”

Salika gritted her teeth, being stopped by Loren twice just now, making her more and more impatient: "What the hell do you want to say?!"

"I would say that when we are faced with a powerful enemy who is completely different from the past...... Loren said lightly, "it is important to know their purpose and strategy. ”

Facing everyone's suspicious gaze, Loren bowed slightly, and the figure of another person was reflected in the dark pupils.

Conod de Salion.

“...... They can't see it, so they won't understand how I did it, they can't guess my plan, that's their weakness......"

This was what His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked Ain to convey to him, and Loren still remembers what his expression looked like after listening to it.

That's right, that's your own weakness.

In his previous life, he was an otaku, and the most basic foundation in this life was laid by Mentor Dalton, and most of the time he was dealing with all kinds of unexpected problems - he had never established the same overall situation as Master Corona and Crown Prince Connad.

I'm still too tender compared to them... The benefits they have gained from them are only because it is in their long-term interests.

"It's useless, the key is to do it?" Duke Varna narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "What if these barbarians really plan to 'kill all the two-legged men'?"

"It's simple, let's go to them. Loren looked at them, his tone firm.

"Looking for them?" said Grand Duke Varna, raising his beard suddenly.

"Look for them. Loren said categorically: "If the Thousand Tents City is the tomb chosen for us by the enemy, then the first thing we have to do is to jump out of this tomb!"

"This can't be done! The City of a Thousand Tents is too important, and giving up on her would be tantamount to the fall of the whole Boi. Seth Braha shook his head: "We can't ......"

"Seth, let the Duke continue. ”

Grand Duke Varna said abruptly, causing everyone in the hall to turn their heads in shock at the same time.

A hint of surprise also flashed on Loren's face, and Salika on the side was even more incredulous than him.

"Loren Duke of Turin, go on. The old man's eyes were burning, and his hands pressed on the table supported his body: "Gave up the Thousand Tent City... And after that?"

After a pause, the black-haired wizard looked at him expressionlessly, and said lightly: "Use all our current forces to force them to start a decisive battle with us!"

When the words fell, everyone's expressions were even stranger than just now - this... It's exactly the same as the previous proposal of the Grand Duke of Varna!

"We don't know the enemy's movements, and even less their plans ... But one thing, as long as we give it our all, they will definitely make a move. Loren's pupils constricted:

"If there is action, there will be flaws!"

A strange expression appeared on Salika's face, "You mean to say... All out, just a pretense?"

"It's so that they don't have a choice, they have to go head-to-head with us. Loren said in a deep voice: "120,000 people may not be obvious, but the 100,000 army is pouring out, and the supply line in the rear will definitely be exposed!"

"Cut off their supply lines, and the enemy will be in chaos... The real culprit behind the centaur tribe has no room to hide. ”

The corners of the black-haired wizard's mouth finally showed a smile: "And then... It's time to verify whether our guess is correct. ”

Loren said no more, and quietly looked at the other two who were lost in thought.

"I think it's doable!"

Salika said coldly, glancing at Loren with murderous intent: "But it has nothing to do with you, and it's not that pile of nonsense just now that convinced me." ”

"If we drag on like this, they will come to the door sooner or later, so we might as well take the initiative to hit it... A big surprise for these brutes!"

Shrugging, an embarrassed smile flashed across Loren's face.

Grand Duke László Varna closed his eyes and pursed the corners of his mouth under his white beard, as if he was still in a final struggle.

Eventually, he sighed heavily, looked up, and stared at Loren:

"How sure are you, how much confidence?"

It sounds like one, but it's two questions.

"I was only half sure, and I didn't have much confidence. Loren shook his head: "But on the battlefield, there are no absolutes - the more cautious you are in every place, the more mistakes there will be." ”

"Half sure... I think that's a viable plan!"

The brunette wizard said it for granted.

The old man bowed slightly, and finally made up his mind.

His original purpose was to use the name of the alliance to get this young duke, who had little prestige and confidence, to support him unconditionally - relying on Byrne's support and prestige, he could save face from his fiasco, and at the same time suppress the uncontrolled Great Bowie Lord.

But... Now that the other party has made it clear, the Duke of Varna can only accept this alliance of "equal cooperation" - as the little wizard said, in this war, it is actually him, not Loren, who needs the most help.

With the loss of Boe, Byrne was reduced to an ordinary principality, Loren abdicated to Charlotte, and without Byrne, Boe and the Varna family risked losing their country... The best outcome would be to be taken over by the Empire and reduced to a "semi-vassal" principality like Ebberden.

The strength and status quo of both sides determined that he had no choice, and Loren had a choice, it was as simple as that.

......................................................

"Remarkable. ”

Archduke Varna and Salika, who were watching them leave, suddenly spoke up as Ektel, who was standing behind Loren.

"Huh?"

"The Duke... I'll admit that when we put you up, we never thought you were such a skilled person. The Count of Fort Fury spoke, his expression much lighter than usual:

"The trio decided... It may seem fair, but in reality there is an irreconcilable contradiction between the Grand Duke of Varna and Miss Salika - either side wants to be 'fair', it needs to rely on Byrne's strength. ”

"In other words, that's your power... By mediating between the two families, Boi has become a de facto vassal of you, at least in this war, having to do what you do. ”

With a light sigh, Eckert suddenly chuckled, "Except for 'amazing'... I can't really think of a second one that will be able to boast about you. ”

Hearing him say this, Loren's face also showed a somewhat bitter smile.

"Vassals... It's not that easy. The black-haired wizard shook his head helplessly, "Not to mention whether those Boi warriors will listen to me... As soon as I had the slightest thought of 'bad', these two would immediately abandon the gap and go out of the way. ”

"What's more, if I do this, it is equivalent to tying Byrne to Boi's chariot, and everyone is already in a relationship of glory and loss. ”

"It's not easy to do that. Ackert glanced at the beacon fire in the distance, and said lightly: "I used to be very glad that I was born in the era of the Black Duke, and I often regret that I lived in the era of the 'post-Black Duke'... I can only watch those things happen, but I can't change anything. ”

"So after forty or fifty years of wasted time with Angt, the only hope is to see a second Lord of Byrne, comparable to Roland Turin, appear, and that's it. ”

"Well...... Loren laughed awkwardly, "I don't think I'm ......"

"No, Duke, you're not the same as Roland!" Ackert said in a deep voice, very abruptly, "It should be said... It's not at all. ”

"Uh......"

"Roland Turin... He can make those who hate him, those who love him, fight for him, he can create myths again and again, and make him a true epic—what he can do, only he can do. ”

The Earl of Fort Fury shook his head, but then the conversation changed:

"But what Roland can't do... Maybe you can. ”