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This thing sounds incredible, how can you not want to win a war, but when you think about it carefully, it seems to be taken for granted.

If nothing else, what did Philip do when he left behind his good prince, did not enjoy himself in Paris, ate and slept in the open, disguised himself as a merchant, and now disguised as the son of a knight, and came to Brittany?

In the conversation between Philip and Louis, it was clear that he had come here to inspect Magnus, and he wanted to see with his own eyes and use these eyes to confirm whether Magnus was a worthy investor.

This is worth investing in, and it is multifaceted.

Faithfulness, ability, means......

The Capet family doesn't want the allies they have worked so hard to cultivate with all their might end up being white-eyed wolves biting back, which is really a big loss.

And now, in Philip's eyes, everything about Magnus is quite satisfactory to him.

In the past half a month, from Paris to Brittany, what he saw, heard, heard and thought along the way was unprecedented, and it can even be said that he was enlightened. Before this, he had never seen anything like Brittany, no matter how high or low he was, even if he was a lowly serf, he was full of vitality.

Yes, vitality.

This was what impressed Philip the most.

The voices of people are boiling and bustling, which can only be described as prosperity, or noisy, but not vitality. True vitality is a kind of indescribable vitality, but it can be expressed in everyone's face and everyone's actions.

It was a color of hope.

What Philip felt in the two cities of Brittany, Saint-Malo and Nantes, that he did not have in Paris and Orleans, is this kind of thing.

It's like a newborn calf, opening its eyes to know the world, and the moment the sun shines on its eyes, everything comes alive.

And Saint-Malo and Nantes are not living up to this vitality, and it may be an exaggeration to say that it changes every day, but it is an irrefutable fact that it changes every five days, or every ten days.

Magnus, who was able to not only pull Brittany out of the shadow of war in just a few months, but also make it so vibrant, is a skill that Philip is ashamed of.

This ability alone made Philip feel that Magnus was an investment.

But what his father, King Louis VII of France, thought, Philip was not sure.

Perhaps, seeing that Magnus has such talent, it is not certain that Louis will ask Dugan to defect?

After all, Louis wanted an ally, an ally who could and must be centered on the Capetian family and accept his leadership; And not an opponent with great potential, and even the possibility of becoming a hidden danger in the future.

This scheming, you know and I know, there is really no need to say it too clearly.

"Uncle Dugan, my father's decision, I naturally agree, but we have reached the border, and war may break out tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or any day, and what if you have not received a reply from your father by then?"

The title has changed from general to uncle again.

After all, Dugan is Philip's elder in terms of seniority, and Philip has feelings for Dugan, and since he has already received the answer, Philip is unwilling to persecute too much.

And Dugan, after careful thought, gave the answer with a wry smile.

"Your Royal Highness...... Alas, I'll give you an explanation, I really didn't expect Magnus to march so fast, and it only took one day to arrive here, and our messenger in Nantes will probably not be able to come for a while! If he is going to go on tomorrow, then I will have to slow down the march by suffering the horses! ”

Philip suddenly understood.

The war horse suddenly had diarrhea and could not move, which was an almost devastating blow to the combat effectiveness of the army. If Magnus did not want to lose the battle, he would have to stop and recuperate, and the messengers in the rear would be able to catch up.

Then, Philip had one last question.

"Uncle is a veteran, I believe in the decision made, but if you make the war horses lose their combat effectiveness, and the enemy suddenly comes again, what are we going to do?"

Dugan immediately laughed, not taking Philip's words seriously at all.

Although His Royal Highness the Prince is intelligent, he is too young to understand military affairs after all.

"Your Royal Highness, you have been too worried, our army, both in terms of numbers and the elite of the soldiers, is much stronger than the earl opposite, as long as he doesn't want to die, he won't fight!"

Of course, after a moment of hesitation, Dugan gave the answer to Philip's question.

"Even if he fights, our knights are first-class warriors when they get off their horses, and if they cooperate with Magnus's soldiers, there will be no reason to lose!"

It's good, it's good.

Receiving a satisfactory answer, Philip's eyes rolled, and he didn't know what kind of idea came to his mind, but he didn't say it, but turned around and left.

Dugan looked at Philip's back and wondered for a long time, and finally couldn't think of any mistake in himself, shook his head and prepared to make the horse suffer.

In the middle of the night, when the moon was cloudy and the stars were hidden, most of the soldiers had already fallen asleep, and the mercenaries who were keeping vigil leaned on their spears and leaned against the big trees next to the campfire, their heads sinking from time to time in a half-dream.

A black figure, like an agile monkey, quietly rushed out, dodging the seemingly non-existent gaze, and quickly disappeared into the dark forest.

In the tent of the Chinese army, where Magnus was located, the lights were bright and the garrison was tight, and dozens of Praetorian Guards armed with long knives and wearing iron armor were murderous, vowing to protect the people in this tent with their lives.

In the tent sat all the elite of Magnus's faction, Magnus himself, Odegar, Cotter, and even Alphonse, who is now famous; Finally, there are smiles and laughter...... Philip.

"Alas......"

I don't know how long it was silent, but finally someone spoke first.

"Thank you, Your Highness the Prince, for today's events."

Magnus stood up from his throne and gave Philip a great salute with all his heart.

This was a lesson for him, reminding him that this is reality, not a game, and even if you sign an alliance, sometimes you can't fully trust your allies.

No matter what, it's important to keep a hand at all times.

"The duke's words are serious, the duke's soldiers are extremely elite, even without my help, they will definitely be victorious."

It's about the benefits.

Of course, Philip will definitely not reveal his identity for no reason, and the purpose of his coming here is not to see Magnus pleasing to the eye, so he told him all about Dugan's decision. Magnus knew Philip's purpose for coming here.

And now Philip is waiting.

"I, Magnus Godwin, swear to the Exalted Lord today—"

"I should do my best for my friend, Philip Capet, and when he is poor, I will help, and when he is confused, I will guide him, and I will treat him as I, today, every day, and you will not fail me, and you will not fail you!"