"The roundtable doesn't seem to be going very well." The old man walked in, and the first thing he saw was the map of the north spread out on the round table. He glanced twice, and quickly frowned: "What's the matter with these red crossing lines?" When was the main road to Boimpur so completely blocked? ”

"The hand of the Wolf of Omen, we have been overshadowed." Duke Alexis was concise, the curvature of his lips had disappeared, and the corners of his mouth were flatly folded, as if the smile just now was just an illusion. He sat back at the round table and motioned for Viscount Ivanles to take a seat: "Something?" ”

"The scouts of Fort Finbre have reported to me that most of the heretical altars in the North have suddenly been abandoned, and the priests, the guards, and even the large number of fanatics are nowhere to be found. Villagers near Aslum saw a group of death knights escorting a supplicant to Mount Shigwonov. The supplicants who are eligible to be escorted by the Death Knight are none other than the heretical Northerner Priestess Tirfro Meldre. ”

"Him?" Duke Alexis looked up at Viscount Ivanles, "If that's the case, then a lot of questions will be solved." ”

Tirflo Meldre, the name that topped the list of unpopular lords of the North, and held the throne for more than thirty years. He had been the leader of one of the most powerful families in Liberty City, and if it weren't for the Maritinian advance army that breached the gates of Talibany in 302, perhaps Meldrey would now be living in a luxurious mansion and entertaining his grandchildren. Wandering to become a fanatical follower of the evil god Ereda, he rose to prominence among heresies and became the Priest of the North in just ten years. Ravenston, though not as hostile to heretics as Sarion, would not have condoned to allow Meldrey to spread the bloody and cruel teachings of evil gods in the North. It's just that compared to Meldre, the almost endless Misty Mountain tribe is a bigger trouble in the north, and in addition, Livingston is also mired in the quagmire of two dragon and lion battles and has no time to take care of anything else, so Meldre can take root in the north safely. He cautiously develops in the North, like a fox dormant in the snow, never revealing his sharp minions, but only sucking blood from the scars brought to the North by war. Under his low-key management, the followers of the Eredar Evil God in the North are like snow pits in the snowfield, but they are hidden deeply. And Meldrey was also cunning - or rather wise, after the dust settled on the Second Battle of the Dragon and Lion, the already sizable heretics of the North never deliberately tried to tease the Lords of Livingston's bottom line, they would not have held rituals of human sacrifice like their colleagues in the West, nor would they blatantly storm villages to rob children, let alone organize a vast army of fanatical believers. However, the more cautious Meldrey became, the more he made it difficult for the lords of the north to sleep. In the logic of northerners, a thorn in the flesh in the eye is not an object worth remembering, endure a little pain, just pull it out, it's a big deal to bleed; Rather, it's the tarsbone maggot like Meldrey who is the real threat, and you can feel him lurking beneath your flesh, in your blood, but you don't know when he's going to burrow into your heart. It's like a long-standing proverb in Livingston: An unsheathed sword will only cut off your hand, but a dagger hidden in your sleeve will kill you.

"Are you suspecting that Meldrey is in cahoots with the Misty Mountain Tribe, or the Omenwolf Wolves?" Viscount Ivanles asked.

"It's likely that he's giving advice to the Omenwolf Wolves. Knowing this, he should have been killed after the first Dragon and Lion Battle was over. Duke Alexis said coldly.

"How's it going?"

"It sucks. The path from Fort Carado to Poynbru was littered with raiding squads, and caravans, especially our grain convoys, could not reach Poinbru. We are also at an absolute disadvantage in terms of military strength. In the previous roundtable, there was a proposal to abandon Boimbru. ”

"Who came up with such a stupid idea? To give up is also to give up the Western Front. The war between us and Fields is not of the same nature as the war with the Misty Mountains. The former is a conflict between countries, which can be ended by a truce. The latter is a clash of races and races, never dying! Viscount Ivanles stared intently at Duke Alexis on the other side of the round table, "There is still a possibility that Raven City will be recaptured if it falls into the hands of the Fieldswis, because there are still the people of Livingston living there, but once Poimbru falls, there is only one end, and that is to slaughter the city!" ”

"What do you think?" Duke Alexis was noncommittal.

"Gather all the armies you can concentrate and face off against the Omenwolves! Even if the garrisons of the entire Western Front are transferred, they must gain an advantage in troops! ”

"His Majesty the King forcibly interrupted the round table. He left the lords to think for themselves, and there would be another meeting tomorrow. ”

"The idea of giving up on Boimburu was the one who came up with it."

“…… That's right. ”

"I'm going to talk to him. He was my student back then, so he should be able to listen. What about the others? ”

"It's basically against it."

"Alright, it's time for me to go." The old man let out a sigh of relief and stood up, "His Majesty's vision should not be so short-sighted as to distinguish between interests, but if he is undecided, it is up to you to make a decision. ”

"It's always been like this, and I don't care." Duke Alexis said lightly.

The two of them, who have a huge age difference and a huge status difference, communicate freely at the round table. Lista looked at the two men in disbelief, and the communication between them was more like a comrade than a political enemy. But what surprised him even more was the news brought by Viscount Ivanles. The infidels actually colluded with the Misty Mountain tribes? Is the old fox of Meldrey finally coming out? But the timing is ...... It's terrible for Livingston.

Viscount Ivanles had already reached the door, and suddenly turned his head again: "By the way, don't make enemies like a madman. You are the only one left in the Alexis family, and Gastov is only your adopted son, and his virtue is unlikely to provoke the Dragon Knights. Take care of yourself. ”

"It's all people who don't have a few years to live, so you better care more about yourself." Duke Alexis waved his hand, "For example, the remnant of the Falcon Knights you accepted a few days ago is not called Wren Leodre Odile?" ”

There seemed to be an undercurrent in the old man's deep eyes, and he stared at Duke Alexis deadly, wondering who had leaked the news. After a long time, the old man spoke bitterly: "Gelbod? ”

"Sometimes you don't care more about me than you care about your son. You can tolerate the loneliness of being marginalized from politics, but a young man like him doesn't have the same level of cultivation as his father. Duke Alexis said expressionlessly, which was a disguised admission. Fortunately, you didn't leave that remnant in your troops, so I'll take note of his head for the time being. If he makes trouble in the north and says something he shouldn't say, I'll go and get it myself. ”