Outside the fortress of Leila. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hamid stared at Bahaman coldly, and Bahaman did not shy away from it, glaring at him viciously, like a viper and a wolf. In front of the latter stood a herald, sandwiched between two powerful caliphs, and the atmosphere of confrontation was like a mountain wall in the middle. After a long time, Hamid spoke: "Although Daman and Hassan were both seriously injured, it is impossible for Uruba to get out of the encirclement of Gasin so easily, as long as you and I add more fire, Oruba will definitely die." When he sneaks back into the empire, we will have to look up to the first-class warriors in the future war! ”

"Enough!" Bahaman snorted, "I'm not interested in getting involved in your crazy and boring plans. You've always had reservations about me so far, how could I possibly give my back to a poisonous snake! ”

Hamid's eyes suddenly darkened: "If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan, I am thinking about the future of Daxia!" Your trust is worthless to me! I just need your army! Bahaman, do you give or not? ”

"Herald!" Bahaman snapped.

"In!" The heralds, who were already sweating, stood up reflexively.

"Pass on the order of our army, and the whole army will retreat. Caliph Hamid wants to stay here and fight a super-first-class martial artist, and we don't have to worry about him. Bahaman lifted the curtain and went straight out, and out of the corner of the herald's eye, he glanced uneasily at the indifferent Hamid, and followed Bahaman out.

Hamid stared at the still flickering curtain, his grip on the hilt of the knife slowly loosened and hung limply. "Daxia's biggest enemy is always ourselves......"

Risto looked out of the window and could only see a misty rain of smoke. He habitually held a quill in his hand, and then realized that the war against the Empire had ended, and even the Duke of Brenus had returned in triumph and held a grand banquet in the royal city. There would no longer be a soldier standing in front of this window, waiting for the silver king's pigeon with the secret letter to fly in, and he, a confidential informant, would not have to spend his days at his desk to decipher the layers of encrypted informants, but he still missed the time when the dark time in the secret room and the information about Saarion's survival flowed through his hands. His body was overwhelmed, but his spirit was like an eagle soaring above the flames of war, and no change in the situation could escape his eyes. Risto has become deeply infatuated with this feeling. Now it's rare to be idle, listening to the rain by the window, but he is uncomfortable.

There seemed to be a few shadows approaching at high speed in the rain. Before Risto could react, several silver king pigeons crashed in through the window, and threw themselves into Risto's arms in exhaustion, their paws raised high, and their legs were covered with secret letters sealed with wax. Risto untied them one by one, and only then did he glance at them, and his body couldn't help but tremble, and a cry of shock came out of his mouth:

"Oh my God!"

The four secret letters were placed in front of him, and the emblems on the wax seals were completely different, and Risto could distinguish them at a glance, including the Flame Lion of the Duke of Brenus, the interlaced sword and shield of the Duke of Elfwan, the piercing arrows of the Duke of Allama, and the last one was not even less recognizable than the emblem of the Third Duke of Sarion, and the vicious deer head knew at a glance that it came from the Marquis of Eldred, the three dukes' secret letters! A Marquis' Secret Letter! The four most powerful men in the whole of Sarion, except for the king, sent their voices at the same time towards Severcroburg, and their will could shake the whole central great plain!

Has something happened to Wangcheng? Risto nervously tore open the wax seal and began to decipher it, and when his eyes fell on the first one, the quill in his hand was broken in two by him with a "click"!

Whip of Order, Ned Grace Assassinated!

The second letter reads the same thing: Whip of Order, Ned Grace Assassinated!

The Whip of Order, Ned Grez Assassinated!

The Whip of Order, Ned Grez Assassinated!

The death of the same man was reported four times by four different handwritings, and Risto's mind seemed to be ploughed four times with the hooves of a fiery horse, until at last it was blank. He didn't even know how he had delivered the secret letter to Captain Gordon of the Guard, or how he had informed Ned of his death.

Gordon patted the dutiful confidential intelligence officer: "Good job, rest well." He turned back to Ulrik V's chamber and knelt down on one knee: "Your Majesty, Ned has been sentenced!" ”

Ulrique V took the secret letter, which was rather concise but sufficient for him. His agent violently carried out his will, and used the most decisive and decisive means to cut out Ned, the cancer of the high-level political circles that had taken root in Sarion at some point!

"Dante didn't disappoint me." Ulrik V stood up, "Gordon, gather the guards, and we will rush back to the royal city overnight!" ”

……

The rain was still pouring down, and Jogett tore the letter paper in his hand into fine scraps of paper and sprinkled them on the soft dirt. He bowed his head and stood silently in the rain, as if in silence. Trevor held out a giant black umbrella behind him.

"My friend Ned Grace, you have inspired me to take a crucial step forward in our plans. May your soul be favored by the Goddess. "And we'll meet again in hell." He turned to Trevor, "How's Scoleroru?" ”

There was no movement, he just took Augustana to frequent the taverns in the three southern cities to listen to the whereabouts of the Serpent Cult. Do you want me to remind him? ”

"No, he's the smartest thing to do. Keros had made up his mind to destroy the Wall, but the Shadow Legion was loyal not to him, but to the so-called Ancient Empire. As soon as the commander turns against them, the people's hearts will inevitably fluctuate, and the senior officers will almost one-sidedly side with Scoleroru. That's the best time for the commander to raise his arms. "We can only wait, even if Scoleroru has already integrated the remaining snake cult forces in the empire at this time, and there is no capital to play with the empire." And our side is not well prepared, and the remains of 'that one' have not yet been found. ”

Trevor was silent for a long time: "The Rioters snatched his coffin from us, and I don't know where to hide it. ”

Yogett glanced at him meaningfully, "When that demigod found out that his beloved disciple, who was also the last protector of the Pander Empire, was also involved in the great rebellion of the infidels, his feelings must have been extremely complicated. Although I was not there at the time, I could imagine the wonderful expression on the face of the noisy. ”

"Everyone has their own ambitions." Trevor said with a blank face, "Didn't Dante also insist on burning Madigan at the stake?" ”

"Everyone has his own ambitions...... "Joggett thoughtfully "as an excuse for betrayal, but it is still high-sounding." ”

"This is Pande, and excuses are a necessity for survival." Trevor's voice was calm, "Without excuses, it's as if people have lost their foothold." ”

Yogett smiled: "This sentence was said by Madigan, but his original sentence was 'faith'. Do you know the difference between belief and excuse? ”

"Of course, I know that faith is to use itself as fuel, and excuses are nothing more than a prescription to anesthetize oneself. So Madigan turned into charcoal, and I survived to this day. Trevor said quietly.

"Those who dare to burn themselves for the sake of their beliefs really have to be in awe of their courage and determination, even if they will eventually be burned to death by their own flames, but the light and heat have never dissipated, just like Madigan, who has been dead for more than fifty years, his chivalric novels and his prophecies are still passed down to this day." Yogett embraced the icy rain with open arms, "I don't know why, I always have a hunch that sooner or later, the flames they ignited will completely upend this abyss-like continent. ”