The next two weeks were as uneventful as ever. Luciana continued her monotonous scholarly life, with the only difference being that she occasionally ran into Esher in the Academy. The two met with a simple nod of their heads. Luciana was mainly active in the North District, which was dedicated to scholars for theoretical research, while Esher was taught in military and political affairs in the South District, where the aristocratic cadets were concentrated, so there was not much intersection.

Boynbru gradually became lively, and with the news from Brochette, the nobles of the whole north already knew that Baranduk, the new baron, had a good harvest in the Gato steppes, and that he was going to auction off two of the uncastrated horses of extraordinary blood. There is no shortage of excellent horse farms in Ravenston, and the tundra abounds. It's just that the horses native to the north are too short, and even if the royal academy has bred three generations, foals suitable for training into war horses are still rare, and there is an urgent need for foreign horses to improve their bloodlines. But anyone whose business has something to do with horses is inevitably excited, and even giants from other countries have come from afar, gearing up and eager to try. It was only when the blue dragon flag and the golden harp flag appeared at the head of the city of Boinbru one after another, that the merchants consciously and wisely withdrew from the competition. The former, once fluttering silently on the walls of Ryan, has been repeatedly impacted by the gray tide of the Misty Mountains, and is now held by the Duke of Alexis, who leans to the north; The latter is embroidered with the coat of arms of the Alaric family, a symbol of wealth, and tens of thousands of dinars under the harp of the Falling Peninsula rush like a spring tide on the Inland Sea. Once these two are on the field, the contenders will only be each other. As for Gregory IV, the ruler of Livingston, he did not come, because he had received a gift from Baron Barandoon, and had no need for it.

The Duke of Alaric valued the strategic significance behind the two Cato horses, and took the iron bear Alaric into the field himself. Duke Alexis himself did not attend in person, but only appointed Lista, the captain of the Dragon Knights, to participate as a representative. He was very active and brave in the bidding, but he was also very rusty, and the price was greatly increased at the beginning of the auction, directly eliminating a large number of out-of-town merchants who were still not giving up. Perhaps after today, the attendees of these auctions will begin to think that the North may not be as poor as they think. But among Livingston's aristocratic gatekeepers, these are the only two families who are qualified to be modified by the adjective "rich". One sits on the Bay of Songs, the other sits on the port of Changge, and the trade on the waterway has made them extremely profitable.

Soon the only bidders were Lista and Duke Alaric. But by this time, the final winner had actually lost the suspense. Lista is the representative of Duke Alexis, no matter how much the price is raised, there will always be a round of price points that will approach the budget threshold, but Duke Alaric has no such concerns at all, unlike Lista, he has absolute control over the family treasury. After calling for 270,000 dinars, Lista had lost the sharpness of the opening, and each time the price was raised, it was only a minimum of 1,000 dinars. So the Duke of Alaric didn't say much, and simply raised it to 300,000 neatly, and pocketed the two Cato horses in one fell swoop.

"The above is the specific situation, 300,000 dinars will be converted into the materials needed by Baron Baranduc as soon as possible." The scholar who presided over the auction reported to Brochette, "It's a pity that the giants I favored before the auction all withdrew from the competition, otherwise they would have been coaxed up even higher." ”

"Very good, I've worked hard for you these past few days." Brockette bowed slightly.

When the scholar had retired, Brochette bowed his head and opened an elegantly decorated envelope sealed with beeswax, which contained a fragrant piece of parchment, soft and delicate to the touch, no doubt made of lambskin. Even before the scholars knocked on the door, Brochette had already learned of the results of the auction. The Alaric family was indeed wealthy, and only then won the auction at a sky-high price, and immediately held a banquet in Boynbru.

"Has the Alaric family been extravagant enough to write invitations on this kind of paper? What a waste. Brochette shook his head and flicked the invitation aside. He had no intention of reading, it was nothing more than some boring rhetoric. Nor was Brockchette going to attend that party. For the past two weeks, the old man had been repeating the same thing in his quarters: to write letters, to all the nobles of the North who had studied at the Royal Academy, including, of course, Gregory IV of Raven City. Most of the content is trivial greetings, and there are quite a lot of repetitive sentences, which at first glance seem like babbling. In the past two weeks, Brochette had written about 100 such letters, and the dormitory of the Royal Academy was suddenly more empty than ever.

Within a few days of replies poured into the dean's house, and Brochette threw them all into the fireplace, and the two letters he hoped to see, Gregory and Ivanles, did not appear. In addition, the ravens who sent the letter never returned to the crow house. Brochette was not surprised by such a result. Of all the letters sent in all directions, the only ones to Raven and Fenbre were not trivial whispers, but solemn warnings that there was an attempt to turn against Prince Prutol.

In this way, there are also conspirators within the Wang Academy, and their positions may not be low, but there must be someone else who sees and intercepts my letters—who will it be? Brochette cupped his forehead wearily, and his eyes fell on the invitation to the side. Immediately after the auction ended, Lista had already set off for Ryan, presumably worried about Duke Alexis' condition. So in this banquet, the Alexis family and the Gregory family were both absent. The Duke of Alaric, the organizer and presiding officer, was ostensibly to congratulate himself on the acquisition of the well-blooded Cato horse, so he did not send out invitations in advance, and the people of the north were not in the habit of watching the excitement, but the number of lords who came from all directions was so large that Brochette felt abnormal. It is understandable that the Marquis of Clovis and the Earl of Arnolds would be present, and their territory was not far from Poynbru; But when the Marquis of Otto, whose territory was located in the mountains northwest of Ravenston, was also prominently listed, something was somewhat amiss. In addition, there are some young Zhuang lords who have been promoted by military merit. Brochette remembered that most of their territories were located on the Peninsula, separated from Poimbro by the port of Nagaku and the Vaal snowfield. The host of the banquet, Duke Alaric, was the common creditor of these lords.

Brochette stood up, grabbed the invitation in his hand, and changed his mind to attend the intriguing banquet. A terrifying storm was brewing in the calm, and Brochette had already heard the thunder surging in the shadows, so following the sound to the source seemed to be the only option at the moment.