Roger Yode...... If Loren were to pick out the list of the most intractable enemies in Byrne, the president of the Yod Chamber of Commerce would undoubtedly be the first, and even ahead of the Governor of Byrne - because expatriate governors like Gaspar could be set aside, but the Yod Chamber of Commerce, which held the economic lifeblood of Byrne, could not!

As long as the other party is still in Gaspar's camp, the Turin family and even the Earl of all Byrne can't really do anything to the Doge... Because they did not dare to be the enemy of the Yode Chamber of Commerce, they did not dare to risk the cutting off of trade routes, the loss of financial resources and trade, and finally the situation of leading the people to riot.

All this is just a nod for the middle-aged man in front of him.

Raising his glass quietly, the black-haired wizard's eyes deliberately showed a bit of surprise and panic, and the afterglow of his eyes did not leave his face for a moment.

A burst of applause came from the corner of the banquet, and in the distance, the brightly dressed female musician could be seen smiling and bowing to the guests around her.

"Your Excellency Loren Turin, you need not doubt my intentions. Old Roger shook his head, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Don't worry, I didn't come to negotiate with you on behalf of the Governor, I just want to make friends with you." ”

With a formulaic smile, Loren nodded in realization.

Ghosts don't believe in it......

"Excuse me... What do you need me to do for you?"

"Nothing... As I said, it's just about making friends, I'm a businessman, and the more friends you have, the better. Old Roger smiled: "And... I feel that our relationship and position are very close and we have common interests. ”

"What do you mean?" the dark-haired wizard frowned slightly.

"You support the Count of Charlotte Turin, and I support the Governor of Gaspar, but hostility or reconciliation is the business of the grown-ups, and we supporters are actually doing the same thing - that is, to do everything possible to build a powerful Duchy of Byrne, and it must be a Duchy with the Red Blood Castle at its core!"

"Oh?"

"At least on this point, the idea of the Governor of Gaspar and the Count of Charlotte Turin should be the same - that the Duchy of Byrne is a strong and not divided, only with the Red Blood Fortress at its core, and this is not just a historical reason, but an inevitable consequence. Not noticing Loren's expression, old Roger said to himself:

"Byrne is so large as to have thirteen counts of equal strength compared to any other principality, which is both a good thing and a bad thing, because the territory is so vast that Byrne can be self-sufficient in his wealth and resources, and he does not need to depend on the outside world;"

"And the disadvantage is that once such a vast territory loses its absolute center and core, it is easy to divide and divide, whether it is east and west or north and south, the strength and wealth of the dismembered Byrne will be greatly reduced, which is inevitable!"

"Therefore, as the capital of Byrne for thousands of years, the Red Blood Castle has a pivotal position......" The gushing old Roger turned his head and saw Loren's stunned expression, and couldn't help but smile apologetically: "I'm sorry, I like to talk when I'm old, you don't have to worry too much......"

"No!"

Loren interrupted him suddenly: "What you said makes perfect sense - if the Red Blood Castle loses its core status, Byrne will be dismantled with it!"

A hint of surprise flashed in the corner of Old Roger's eyes.

At this point, the other party's intention Loren is already very clear - he is here to show goodwill, and he wants to use himself to improve the relationship between the Doge's Palace and the Turin family... even went a step further, and at the same time got in touch with Brandon de Salion by wooing himself, he had a place in the camp of the two princes.

Openly supporting one side, but secretly colluding with the other party to buy... What a businessman.

But selfishness is selfishness, and what he said is not without a sense - the vast territory and rich land have indeed created Byrne's prosperity, but at the same time, they have also made each territory independent... If such a principality does not have an irreplaceable and strong enough core, it will definitely be divided!

Especially today, almost a hundred years after the Turin family lost its ducal title... No one was sure that the other counts really didn't have the slightest ambition.

"And what do you think can make the Red Blood Castle have a natural, irreplaceable dominance in Byrne?" asked Old Roger tentatively.

The black-haired wizard slyly curled the corners of his mouth: "Didn't you already say this earlier?"

"Huh?"

"Roads, trade routes... Or trade routes and transportation networks - only a network of roads with the Red Blood Castle as the core that connects the entire Duchy of Byrne can confirm the irreplaceable status of this land!"

As the words fell, Old Roger looked at the black-haired wizard in front of him in shock, his expression as if he had seen a completely different person.

To say... Worthy of being the only cronie of His Royal Highness Brandon?!

The expression of astonishment lingered on Old Roger's face for less than a minute, and soon a gentle smile appeared: "But... It's a great idea, but it's hard to implement. ”

"Not to mention the amount of wealth and resources spent on such a large-scale road repair, I am afraid that it can only be described as billions... Even if they were to be able to gather so much wealth, it would be a question of whether the counts of the various territories would be able to agree. ”

Thoughtful and well-organized, it was clear that he had thought about it carefully.

"Yes, convincing the counts in the various realms is crucial, and the cost of repairing the roads is not a small amount. Loren laughed slyly:

"But... Isn't that what you want?"

Old Roger was stunned for a moment.

"The influence of such a huge project on the whole principality is self-evident, and large-scale construction also means large-scale procurement, which will inevitably attract more material merchants to take the initiative to come to the door, and it will be able to reduce the cost as much as possible, and if it is handled well, it is almost guaranteed to make a profit." ”

"As for the question of convincing the lord and spending... The two are actually the same problem. Loren lowered his voice and said meaningfully:

"As you said, what a merchant needs most is a friend, and to do this... You need a lot of friends. ”

Old Roger was thoughtful, then raised his head with a smile, and looked at the black-haired wizard in front of him with understanding: "So... Do you agree with me?"

"And that's not all. ”

"And that's not all?"

"Yes, I have also found a very suitable and powerful friend who can help us accomplish this cause that will go down in history. Loren said lightly.

"If that's what you say, then I'm going to have to meet this friend... Is he here today?"

"Don't be nervous, you're already outside the door. The smile on the black-haired wizard's lips deepened:

"And... Who's going to say 'him'?"

"Huh?!"

Right now......

"Bang ——!"

The doors of the palace hall were opened by the knights, and a heavy, slow sound echoed throughout the hall.

Music, dance, cups...... All the sounds were silent in an instant, and everyone's eyes subconsciously looked out the door, not knowing what was going on.

"Wow...... What a grand spectacle!"

A childish and childlike voice sounded from outside the door, and into the hall was a petite figure.

In the hall, there was silence.

There was a hint of confusion and curiosity in the expressions of almost all of them, staring intently at the petite figure that walked towards the countess step by step.

Charlotte Turin, who sat on the steps with her head held high, had a smug expression similar to that of a black-haired wizard;

Only the little wizard showed fear and consternation in his eyes the moment he saw that figure, and his slender and thin body froze instantly.

How, how could it be her?

Why her?!

And just after the girl, a second person walked into the hall... A small red and black dress, under the white and blonde hair is a pair of scarlet eyes like blood.

In the next second, the young man who walked into the hall put his hands behind his back, his clear gaze swept over everyone in the hall, and a slightly smug voice suddenly sounded:

"Miss Ariel Corona, grandson of the Archon of Ebolden, to ——!!!!"