The answer of the steward of Westest was concise and to the point, it is true that the Hohenzollerns already had extremely great power, and their status was second only to the Habsburgs, and they still had to do things in such a situation, which can only be summed up by the phrase endless desire.

Duke Ji'an only sighed when he heard it, and after a long time, he slowly spoke: "That's it, you can find a way to arrange it, those few things can start to act, the disease has hit my territory, now is the weakest period of our strength, we must delay their rhythm as much as possible to buy us time." ”

Steward West nodded and said, "Well, the prince has already given an order before, and I have arranged everything, and now it is winter, and it is expected that there should be no major problems this year." ”

After receiving West's reply, Duke Giann also breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Haha, sure enough, Prince Eugen is powerful, with his arrangement, it should be foolproof, it's really a coincidence, these two named Eugen are very powerful, can it be said that the name Eugen is anything unique?" ”

Steward West knew that Duke Gian was joking, so he didn't pick up, but from what he knew, Count Eugen really had something unique.

Just like Eugen's approach to indulgences, there are some things that don't stand up to scrutiny.

After the rise of Eugen, West, the leader of the largest intelligence organization in the Holy Roman Empire, naturally arranged some investigations against Eugen.

It didn't take long for a large amount of information to be gathered on the table of the steward of Vest.

This intelligence unit is not like a garbage department in Saxony, and with the efforts of a large number of people, they have even found out what Eugen did when he was a child, and its content is only outrageously detailed.

Steward West also had a lot of contact with Eugen, and combined with this information, he found that the source of all the contradictions finally pointed to the great battle that Eugen was fighting in the Kassel region.

It was after that great battle that Eugen began to show a dazzling brilliance, as if it had suddenly opened up overnight, and it became incomprehensible.

The original Eugen was just an ordinary aristocratic child, whose hobbies were traveling, playing ball and fencing, and there was no resemblance to the calculating Eugen at the moment.

The steward of Vester couldn't imagine what was going on with Eugen, but he could still observe it, and in order to confirm some of the situation, he even went to Eugen's vicinity to observe it himself.

The previous task of escorting Eugen was proposed by himself to the prince, and the prince's subordinates were so close to him that he could send anyone the same, but he only sent the elderly steward of West, for this reason.

After some observation, the steward of West did not find anything unreasonable, no matter from which point of view, Eugen was just a normal person.

However, in the battle with the robbers, it was a very striking problem that the steward of West discovered.

According to his investigation, Eugen was a fencing enthusiast in the past, or rather, an avid fencing enthusiast.

His swordsmanship, not to mention the best in a million, is also a top skill, perhaps stronger than his retainer Corleone, and it should be easy to deal with those robbers.

But Eugen on the battlefield did not reflect this at all, looking at his swordsmanship, he was completely a novice, and only occasionally showed some good skills.

It may be possible for the mind to change, and a person's personality may not always be the same, but it is completely impossible for something as drastic as swordsmanship to change in terms of ability.

Eugen didn't have a broken hand or foot, and he didn't have a brain injury, how could swordsmanship suddenly become like this?

This is an unexplainable bug, and if you have to force it, it can only be attributed to ---- Eugen's evil.

Witchcraft, curses, this is the long-standing way of evil in this era, and now, Eugen is suspected of this.

It's just that this kind of thing is too unrealistic after all, and in the few days they got along, there was some friendship between the two, and the steward of West weighed it, but he still didn't report it.

In the end, he sealed all the relevant materials and set them up as a top-secret file, which was forbidden for anyone to see. He decided that as long as Eugen remained normal and did not do anything treacherous, he would bury the secret in his stomach and never reveal it.

Hearing Duke Ji'an's ridicule of Eugen now, Steward West only smiled indifferently, Duke Ji'an didn't realize that his unintentional words had touched an incredibly terrible truth hidden under the water.

Steward was not alone in discovering the problem.

In Venice, Corleone locked himself in his house, and he hadn't been out of his room for a whole week.

His house was prepared with enough bread and water, and these days, he only relied on these days, and all he did was think about a problem.

Questions about Eugen.

"Rambo, I once told you, don't doubt the head of the house, just look at him and believe him, it's enough......"

"But now, I'm starting to doubt myself......"

"Is this sentence right......?"

Corleone muttered to himself in the mirror, his eyes full of confusion, as if he were sleepwalking, unable to tell if he was asleep or awake.

The room had no windows, and there was only a lone candle lit in the room, which was very dim.

The dough on the side had been sitting for several days, losing moisture and becoming dry and hard, and there were still some bite marks on the dough.

The corpses of a few flies floated on top of the bucket, and one was struggling to swim around in the water, but it was only a matter of time before it died.

Corleone stretched out his right hand to hold the scoop, scooped a ladle of water from the bucket, and poured it on his head with a thud.

His black hair was not tied up, but was scattered haphazardly, and his hair was glued into clumps, looking like a sloppy tramp, and his face was also disheveled.

Ice water ran down the lines of his hair, over Corleone's eye sockets, the bridge of his nose, the corners of his mouth, and finally pooled and dripped down his chin.

Even with the help of ice water, Corleone still couldn't keep his mind clear, but it made him more or less comfortable.

"Rambo, I really want to figure out this question, but I don't dare to think about it, I don't dare to ask!! What am I going to do! ”

One problem that actually tortured this sturdy Germanic man like an ox into such a state of mental confusion sometimes far outweighed physical pain, and right now, Corleone was in the middle of it.