"Lord Duke?" Arold saw the Duke of Abel who appeared in front of him, and hurriedly bowed to him and saluted, only to see that the Duke of Ebel's face was a little sad, but the gorgeous clothes on his body were contrary to his look, and following the Duke of Able were several important courtiers, all of whom followed behind the Duke of Abel with solemn and cautious faces.

"Miyasami-sama, my father, he died." Duke Abel walked in front of Arrod, suddenly hugged Arrod's shoulder, and said in a crying tone, this news shocked Arrod on the spot, but then thought of which old duke who was already dying can survive until now It is not easy.

"Please mourn my Lord Duke." Arold looked at the weeping Duke Abel speechless, and could only comfort him like this.

"Now Lord Able is a veritable Duke of Mason, Lord Gong, we should immediately open the city gates and begin to set up the church venue for the Duke of the Succession Ceremony." Duncan, a courtier who followed Duke Able. Alfred said to Arrod.

"Open the gates? But we haven't figured out the true cause of the death of Baron Valker's father and son. Arold looked at Duncan in some surprise. Alfred then lowered his gaze to Duke Able's face, and Duke Able seemed to approve of Duncan. Alfred's words were only silent because Arrod was silent.

"Didn't we already capture the Assassin?" Courtesy Duncan. Alfred had soft brown hair, a neatly groomed beard under his lips, and a neat and well-fitting outfit. Although he was only a master of court costumes, he was deeply loved by the Duke of Abel.

"But the assassin still has too many suspicions." Arold for Duncan. Alfred's aggressive inquiry was a little displeased, and his voice involuntarily raised, and his stern voice echoed through the room, and the other courtiers looked nervously at Arrod and at Duke Abel at the other.

"Duncan has gone too far in managing you, it is the duty of the palace minister to ask about the assassins, you shouldn't interfere too much." Duke Abel hurriedly reprimanded Duncan. Alfred Road, in fact, also implies the taste of protection.

"I'm sorry Miya-sama, but I didn't mean to offend. Only now the old duke has been summoned by the Lord. For the sake of the stability and prosperity of the Duchy of Mason, we must do our best to let the Duke of Abel complete the ceremony, and take advantage of the opportunity for the vassals to gather at the castle to re-establish the vassals' allegiance pact during the ceremony. "Duncan. Alfred just lowered his head slightly. He did not fear Arrod's authority because of this. He continued to speak in his own subdued tone.

"But. Haven't we confirmed whether it was the entourage who did it, and was so summarily convicted? Arrod's brows furrowed, and he involuntarily held the golden cross pendant hanging from his neck with his right hand. He had to admit Duncan. Alfred's words were correct, if the Duke of Abel was not able to reconfirm the vassals' deeds of allegiance in the ceremony, then the vassals would have no feudal obligations to the Duke of Albert, and would not be blamed for returning to their own territory to form an independent county of the Earldom, and when the older monarch died, it was not uncommon for the vassals to die with the new monarch because the vassals did not confirm the allegiance pact.

"Lord Palace, you are the head of the court of the Duchy of Mason, and you are in charge of the supreme power of the entire Duchy except for the Duke, is it necessary to take a small retinue to heart when everything is right? Is it because that retinue is your man, that you value the life of an entourage more than the interests of the duke? "Duncan. Alfred said unceremoniously to Arrod, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart at this overly soft-hearted figure who, despite all his great military achievements, was too soft-hearted in his political affairs, and he had long been paying attention to the young courtier, the Count of Mecklenburg, the conqueror, Arrod. Wendell.

"I~~." I don't know why I was preached by this courtier who managed the clothes, Arold was angry and angry, but that bad breath stayed in his chest but couldn't vent it anyway, Arold understood that the other party's words were reasonable, and the real politician would definitely choose to convict the suspicious retinue without hesitation, whether he was a real assassin or not, whether he was the one who really assassinated Baron Valk's father and son, because all the nobles wanted to have an understanding of this matter, Therefore, for the sake of the interests and stability of the principality, that retinue must die.

However, Arode's hands were rubbed together, he turned around and didn't dare to let people see his weakness, he breathed heavily, panting, killing countless enemies on the battlefield, and Arrod, who had not frowned in the sea of corpses and blood, felt unprecedented pressure surging into his heart at this time, killing the enemy on the battlefield because the other party wanted to kill himself and the people he cared about, but now he was going to sentence an innocent child to death, and his conscience and rights made him dizzy and wanted to vomit like a war between heaven and man.

"Arrod, are you all right? Call the royal physician to come, quickly. Duke Abel asked worriedly, Arrod's face was pale and frightening at this time, thinking that this important minister he relied on was sick, and hurriedly ordered his subordinates to invite a doctor, of course, he could not force Arold to make any decision at this time, the people around him panicked and carried Arold to the wooden bed, and the rest of the people hurriedly went to find a doctor.

Duncan. Alfred walked down the hallway, his footsteps echoing around him, and just as he was about to return to his room, he saw a man standing at a window at the end of the hallway, a man with a high back, Duncan. The corners of Alfred's mouth smiled, and he still walked gracefully to the ugly man's side.

"Dylan. Master Matt, what? Are you waiting for me? "Duncan. Standing at the window opening, the breeze blowing in from outside the tower, the smell of coolness and dampness was evident in the rainy season, and the view of the endless forests, fields and rolling hills outside the castle was quite wonderful.

"Lord Duncan." Dylan. Matt bowed as usual, the tip of his nose almost touched the ground when he bent down, the image was quite funny, the courtiers in the castle said that the old duke was a shrewd nobleman, and if he found such a courtier, he could even save the salary of a courtier for fun, but Duncan. Alfred never underestimated the hunchback.

"Say, you won't come to me if there's no matter, is it about the palace minister?"

"Well, it's worthy of Lord Duncan, you guessed my intentions at once, and there is one thing I don't understand, so I hope Lord Duncan can solve the doubts in my heart." Dylan. Matt looked up, his eyes blazing at Duncan. Alfred, with an intriguing smile on his lips.

"Yes." Duncan. Alfred turned, leaned against the steps of the window, and looked at the hunchbacked courtier in front of him, staring at him very patiently.

"Why did you force the palace minister to kill that innocent entourage, everyone can see that the poor child can't be an assassin at all, what is the point of this?" Dylan. Matt asked in a low voice, whispering always had a place in the court, and this was how a lot of gossip and information spread.

"Just like you, Dylan. Lord Matt, I would also like to bet my treasure on this young courtier, if I am not mistaken, if he can withstand the test, he will surely grow into a great ruler. "Duncan. Alfred put his hand on his chin and said in a playful voice, always with a mysterious smile on his lips, as if he had everything under control.

"Test, what test?" Dylan. Matt looked at Duncan in front of him in surprise. Alfred, but the other party did not answer him, so Dylan. Matt then said in an almost pleading voice, "Arold is a good man, a real good ruler, please don't torture him." ”

"Good man, I'm sure, you're right, but a good ruler is not, and while his flourishing rule in Mecklenburg does surprise me, a good ruler must have a ruthless side, the ability to eliminate a political opponent and control a ruler, and Arold is still a little immature in this regard, and his father from a lower class can't teach him, so someone needs to teach him." At this time Duncan. Alfred's expression changed, and he became cold and ruthless, completely different from the aristocratic temperament that had just been polite.

"Why did you choose him, Master Assassin in Black Robe? Why not choose the Duke of Abel and choose someone from the real Hermann family. "Dylan. Although Matt was afraid of the terrible temperament that emanated from the other party, he still spoke the last confusion in his heart, and said Duncan. With Alfred's terrible and truly hidden identity, would people think that the Herman family only had a glorious side? No, like all rulers, there is a darker side to this ancient aristocratic family.

"Decades ago, I remember the day when the Magyars rode their ponies like a wind sweeping away leaves across the borders of the nations, and there was a wailing everywhere they passed, villages were burned and plundered, towns were in ruins, men were shot like animals, women were used for venting, children were plundered into slavery, and watching as hell fell, people's prayers could not be answered by the Lord, so I understood that what we needed was a strong ruler, Only this powerful ruler will be able to defend against the terrible demons from the East, and this is my choice and theirs. "Duncan. Alfred regained the demeanor of a courteous nobleman, and walked with Dylan with unhurried steps. Matt passed by. (To be continued......)