The imaginary dark and damp dungeon does not appear, and Basil finds himself under house arrest in a fairly well-decorated room.

Even if he knew in his heart that Lancaster would not go too far, after all, he was still an envoy of the Varla Empire on the surface, but Basil knew very well that there was no shortage of crazy people who acted strangely in this world and fools who lacked a string in their brains.

In many cases, the courtier's exhortation, unfounded message, or even just a sudden and strange idea can make the superior dispose of the messenger he does not like.

That's why the actions of a successful group of ambassadors can always be a good story to be circulated in various storybooks.

Because there are too few emissaries in history that can be called successful.

In this world, there is no such thing as two armies fighting each other without killing them, and there are basically few envoys who declare war between the two forces who can go back.

Basil stroked his beard in thought.

Although his trip to Lancaster was not as extreme as declaring war, he really didn't have any good intentions - the higher-ups of Lancaster must be well aware of this, and the city lord also didn't like him.

As a result, my current situation is actually very dangerous.

"Damn, it's all to blame on that group of big soldiers of the Kingdom Army!" Thinking that his head might fall to the ground at any time, Basil's hand couldn't help but tremble slightly, and he pulled off one of his beards, grinning in pain: "Blowing yourself so badly, Lancaster casually sent a clown to cut them all down!" Waste, it's all waste! When I go back, I must ask Your Majesty to join the Kingdom Army! ”

If those kingdom troops hadn't been put down, when they were brought into the City Lord's Mansion by the city guards, their attitude would have been a little tougher, at least they wouldn't have been imprisoned in it so easily.

Angry is angry, and now Basil really has nothing to do but wait and see.

At least the other party didn't throw himself directly into the prison, which means that the contradiction between them and the imperial capital is not so big as to tear their faces directly.

In this way, I still have a chance......

While Basil was still grieving in his room, there was a knock on the door from the outside.

"Who is it?" Basil asked warily.

"I'm a servant of the palace, if you don't mind, the lord of the city, please go to the reception room." The man at the door replied, "I'll show you the way." ”

Basil hesitated for a moment and opened the door.

He did not choose to ignore and resist the orders of the city lord.

Originally, he was not keen on faith, and he went to the church every Saturday for a very perfunctory service, and he was the kind of person who was in the mainstream and 'there are so many people in the church, and the gifts of the gods are not on my turn'.

Therefore, it is impossible to have a strong body blessed by the gods, and if he really fights, it is estimated that the enemy can kill him with a single fist, and he really does not dare to take this risk.

At the door was a mediocre maid.

When the other man saw Basil appear, he saluted him, made a 'please' gesture, and then turned around and left.

Basil hesitated for a moment, then realized that the other party did not mean to wait for him, and hurriedly followed.

After a short time, he came to the reception room of the City Lord's Mansion.

The lord of Lancaster, Cowlin Atherton, was already there waiting for him.

To Basil's surprise, there was another person in the room besides the lord of the city, Kalinf.

The other party was a young man who looked very old-fashioned aristocratic and noble, about fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in decent clothes, and seemed to have been talking to the lord of the city until Basil arrived.

"Greetings for a long time, Basil." When the lord of the city, Kaolinf, saw Basil enter the reception room, he greeted him with a friendly smile and said, "The last time we met was the king's banquet several years ago. ”

If it is replaced by a younger low-ranking nobleman and is treated like this by the other party, it is estimated that he will immediately feel good and let go of a lot of defenses.

But Basil naturally knew that the other party was not a good senior, but a veteran of the two dynasties in the real sense, and this kind expression was probably a 'business expression' for his subordinates and juniors, so he naturally wouldn't be stupidly moved there.

"Yes, you're still the same."

Not only that, when he saw the other party's kind smile, Basil even felt a pressure inexplicably, so he had to bow his head and pat the other party's ass.

"I don't know what happened to Basil when you came to Lancaster on the orders of His Majesty?"

Kaulinf continued to smile and said: "Don't worry, you can ask me for help if you encounter any difficulties, in Lancaster's acre of land, my words are still useful." ”

Basil said to himself, then you have the ability to open the warehouse and let me count your food and weapons and armor.

It's just that when he said this, he estimated that he could only go out sideways.

The other party's courage is getting stronger and stronger, and Basil, who couldn't think of any good excuses, couldn't help but break out a little cold sweat on his forehead, he realized that the rhythm of the topic had been completely controlled by the other party, and he was completely toyed with, and it was not okay to continue like this.

So he simply took a turn of heart, pretended not to understand Kaulinf's words, and directly diverted the topic and looked at the calm young man: "I don't know if this young talent is ......"

Kaulinf gave Basil a deep look, causing the latter's heart to twitch, and just as he thought he was going to get cold, the lord smiled kindly again.

"Yes, look at my memory. Then I'd like to give you a formal introduction," Kaulinf said, spreading his hands to the boy, "This is Angela Fat, from Tunaya. ”

"Tunaya? It's not your nephew......" Basil didn't react for a moment, he had only thought that the boy was a descendant of the side branch of the Atherton family, and Kaulinf was taking the other party out for a long time.

After all, Kaulinf's son has died, there are no direct males on their branch, and the city lord's village girl, Gwendolin, is still young, and eighty percent of the city lord's position has to be transferred to other relatives, but then Basil realized something, and his eyes widened: "Fate?!" ”

Isn't Tunaya home to the Silver Eagle Castle? Isn't the Silver Eagle called Pomlein Fate!

The cold sweat on his forehead suddenly became more.

Has Lancaster already started working with the Principality of the Silver Eagle? In this way, the royal family may become the biggest loser!

"Don't worry, I'm just here to discuss with the Lord of Atherton City to jointly hold a 'Twin Cities Cup' competition." The young man looked at the appearance of the old man Basil, stood up with a slight smile and said, "As a guest from afar, you should also come to watch the ceremony...... By the way, your henchmen can also participate in the Twin Cities Cup. It's just that the difficulty of the game is relatively high, so you'd better prepare them mentally. ”

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Chapter 282: The Empire Fears to Be the Biggest Loser