Nod? Brochette's answer gave Dams a creep, but it did look like Duke Alexis's style. The coup d'état after the First Battle of the Dragon and Lion was not involved in Damus. At that time, he was traveling around Pande, perfecting his theory of medicine and poison, and by the time he returned to the Royal Academy, Gregory IV's regime had already stabilized. After obtaining the first stone bead for his academic ring, Brochette assigned him as Duke Alexis' attending physician, but after so many years have passed, all Dams can do is to delay Duke Alexis's "frozen bones" as much as possible, but the clinical data accumulated over the years has helped him string a few stone beads on the academic ring. Although he and Duke Ryan only have a relationship between a patient and a physician, they have been together for a long time and finally get to know each other. He'd heard of the Fenbreburg massacre, which the nobles of the north might have been secretive, but the historians of the Royal Academy didn't hesitate to dip ink on their quills. Although Dams was only obsessed with medicine, this did not prevent him from flipping through several chronicles, as a pastime, and by the way, to catch up on the bloody past of Livingston in his absence. Frost Alexis, with his moody and temperamental, was an absolute iron fist that no one could compete with for more than a decade - except for the aggressive old man in the auditorium.

Inside the auditorium, the conversation between the Duke and the Viscount continued.

"With Erdo's ability, being a marshal is more than enough, in the late stage of the defense of Raven City, the morale of the army is close to slackening, but he can reorganize his morale, and hold several waves of offensive in succession, exhausting the little patience left by the old lion. Played beautifully, I don't deny it. But without you, he would not be able to sit in the position of king on his own. "Compared with the other monarchs of Pande, Eldo is not ruthless enough. You can just make up for that. ”

"So who will he learn?" Duke Alexis sneered, "Is it to learn from Ulric to kill his siblings and imprison his biological father, or to learn from Vidis in order to maintain his position as the leader of the alliance and rely on a bottle of poison of unknown origin to abolish a super-first-class martial artist?" ”

"If the coup is not done cleanly, is it still a coup?" Viscount Ivanles choked Duke Alexis with a word, "But there is still a difference between you doing it and Erdo doing it himself, after all, neither Ulrike nor Vidice has a super-first-class martial artist as a younger brother." If Eldo had really killed Ursula at that time, Setanda would have turned against him directly. The old man smiled, "Fortunately, you and I didn't give him a chance to hate you." It's a pity that it left a confused account, and it can't be calculated. ”

"Are you sure Ismolola will be a fiefdom and not a dead one?" Duke Alexis did not want to dwell on old things anymore, and every time he reminisced about the coup d'état of the past, he owed Viscount Ivan a point.

"Of course." Viscount Ivanles said, "Poor mountains and bad waters are either unfazable, or the men who are raised are ruthless, and they are half Ravenstonians and half Misty Mountains." The old king didn't all treat Ismorola as a place of exile, and the lords who were able to take care of that place were all up to me to call them back. I went there again the year before last, and it was still crowded. ”

"That Baranduk," Duke Alexis glanced down at the invitation that Gregory IV had stamped on the map, "how about governing the territory?" ”

"Then I don't know, I can only pray to the God of Shooters that Baranduke will have that talent."

There was silence again. Finally Duke Alexis said, "That's it." ”

The door to the auditorium creaked open and closed heavily. Damus couldn't hold back and walked out of the corridor, only to find that Duke Alexis was missing from the round table, and Viscount Ivan Les had not left.

"How long have you been listening?" Viscount Ivanles quietly glanced at Damus, who was covered in cold sweat.

"It's been a while." Brochette paced out, looking composed.

"The auditorium and library were cleared before the meeting, so you two can't hide in the secret room, right?"

"It's not about rescuing that Baranduk." Brochette shook his head, "I've spent a lot of expensive herbs, and then maybe I'll have to ask Duke Alaric for money." ”

"Very badly injured?"

"If it's just a serious injury, it won't make me bother with Dams," Brochette sat down at the round table, and Dams stood behind the dean with interest, "The young man has eaten a hundred smoked blood-burning licorices. ”

"Can this be saved?" Viscount Ivanles lamented, "I felt that my heart couldn't stand it when I chewed ten in a row. ”

"It's not that I'm so good at Dammus, Baranduke's physique is strong, and he can withstand it."

"Yes," Viscount Ivanles lowered his head and looked at the map intently, "Your Excellency, I still have some questions after the Val Snow Plains received the instructions of the God of Archers. ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say the earl."

"It's the Viscount." The old man corrected.

Brochette smiled apologetically: "Viscount, please speak." ”

"Why did the God of Shooters choose Baranduk? Why did the feud between the North and the Misty Mountains end by someone who wasn't born in Livingston? Is it really over, and from now on there will be no more marauding armies coming down the mountain? ”

Brochette spread his hands: "This is beyond my comprehension, although I have been working on theology for many years, I still only see faint signs. The only positive answer I can give is that from now on, there will be no more Omenwolf Wolves, and there will definitely be a wave of raids - after all, the barbarians of the Misty Mountain tribe will only hunt and give birth to babies - but of course it will not be the climate. ”

"Okay." The old man couldn't hide the regret on his face, and changed the topic, "How long does Baranduk's injury need to recuperate, I hope it won't start in a month, otherwise you will turn around and burn this invitation." ”

"Not for that long." Brochette smiled, "It's definitely time to make it to Raven City." ”

"Please send me a message when he leaves."

“…… OK. ”

"Last question," Viscount Ivanles stood up, "please tell me, what kind of oath would bind a ...... 'man' like Baranduke?" ”

Brochette pondered for a long time and shook his head: "I need a little time, and then the news of his departure will be conveyed to you through the raven." ”

"Very well, I'll wait in Fenbreborg." Viscount Ivanles walked towards the door, and when he opened the door, he casually asked, "Do you still have that piece of the Iron Decree of the Lord?" ”

"I've given it to Ranmarok."

"Already used?" The old man sighed softly, "Is it for Balanduke?" ”

"Yes."

"I hope that young man doesn't let us down." The old man slowly closed the door.

"Dean......" Damus whispered, but stopped talking.

"A wave of unevenness is rising again and again." Brochette tucked the invitation into the sleeve of his robe, "Why did this northern sky become so fast?" ”