Chapter 138: Turin Storm I
Having this guess in mind, Denisha stood up and paced back and forth in a straight line with a graceful step.
Although this is just a guess, Maria feels more and more that this guess is infinitely close to the truth.
Her marriage partner is Matthew.
After all, although Maria is debauched, she is first and foremost a nobleman, and the marriage of nobles is always linked to politics and interests, so she can only marry nobles, and she must be the most powerful nobleman in Savoy.
And the only marriage partner who can maximize the benefits of this marriage is Matthew.
If he could marry him, then Matthew could gain the support of the Medis family, and in this way, Matthew could gain the upper hand in the political struggle with Caesar, and even successfully ascended to the throne of the earl.
And once the Medis family can successfully support Matthew to become an earl, then they will also get a lot of benefits... For example, the support of the entire Savoy candidate state, for example, unjustified territorial claims, for example, unequal political and economic treaties...
Yes, it must be. This is not a case, no evidence is required, the motive alone is sufficient.
It has to be said that from a moral point of view, Matthew's move is tantamount to treason, but from a practical point of view, it is indeed a good move. I already knew that the level of the Hou State was already above the Bo Kingdom, and the Medis family, as one of the three major families of the Duolun Hou Kingdom, controlled one-third of the country's economic and military power, plus the land it occupied, it was enough to establish a Bo Kingdom! Marriage with such a behemoth would be enough to suppress Caesar.
Absolute suppression.
When she figured this out, Denisha finally smiled, but soon, the smile disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by a frown, as helpless and deep sorrow as before.
There is no doubt that Caesar was already at a disadvantage. And next, what crazy move will Matthew, a mad guy, do?
Not long ago, Dinisha heard the news.
That is, the old earl will officially proclaim Caesar as the prince.
This is undoubtedly exciting news, which means that, henceforth, Caesar will be the only legitimate future count, and de jure Matthew will be at a complete disadvantage.
But the crux of the matter is that the old earl "will" officially announce. Hell, it is the abominable future tense and not the past tense or the present tense!
Next, then, what Matthew had to do, no doubt, was to prevent the old earl from officially issuing that edict.
As long as this edict is not officially read, then according to the traditional law of primogeniture, Caesar is not the official prince, but Matthew is!
There is only one way to block.
That is, a coup d'Γ©tat!
Overthrow this count, and there will be no more such troubles!
Thinking of this, Denisha didn't hesitate any longer, and her blind eyes actually glowed with some dazzling looks. Led by a valet maid, she came to the headquarters of the Praetorian Guard and the Earlguard, telling them that from now on, they would be put on alert around the clock.
Then, she went to Caesar and explained the situation to him.
After hearing this, Caesar said with a blank face but a stern tone: "You mean, my brother is very likely to carry out a coup d'Γ©tat? β
Denisha shook her head and said, "It's not very likely, it's certain." β
"Good." Faced with such a grim and even somewhat desperate situation, Caesar could still laugh out loud. After the laughter, he said lightly: "This day will come sooner or later... Hehe, Denisha, do you say that my dear brother is only secretly colluding with the Medis, or is he simply putting their army in and posing a threat to us? After all, his fiefdom of Kadelzan bordered the Marquis of Dolun, and he could do this if he wanted to. β
Denisha shook her head and said, "There is a bottom line to madness. If Matthew is only secretly colluding, then there is still room for mediation, and if he dares to let in the armies of other countries, it will be undisguised and outright treason, and when the time comes, every citizen of Savoy will see his ugly face! β
Caesar pondered for a moment, and then said worriedly, "Why do I think that he would do this? β
Denisa's expression was grim, thinking of Matthew's ability to marry Maria, a ** slut, as a wife for the position of earl, and to be able to endure such humiliation, which is also a complete madman's act.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but be silent.
Caesar continued to ask: "Do you think we should temporarily avoid the edge and withdraw to my fiefdom of Marseille, or fight to the death and decide the victory in this Turin City first?" β
Denisha said lightly: "Fight to the death." β
"Well, I think so too. How much power can we mobilize now? β
"4 Warlords, 200 Praetorian Guards, 200 Earl Guards, and in addition, a team of 7 mages, at your control. In addition, Don Quixote and Gaurdos will also be on your side. β
Caesar shook his head and said, "This little power is not enough. β
"Yes, it's not enough, we have to ask for help from the city of Marseille." Denisha's expression was covered in frost, and it couldn't be more severe. As Caesar's chief staff, she has been labeled as Caesar, so Matthew is his enemy. Whether it's Denessa, Caesar, or Gados, Belia, or even Don Quixote, they are all in the same boat, losing and prospering.
Caesar approached the bookcase and pulled out a piece of magical letterhead painted with an array of them. He tore open the letterhead worth five thousand gold coins, and the magic array [Communication] on the paper was immediately activated, shining with a silvery white light, and the magic fluctuations emitted from it carried the message through the layers of obstacles to Caesar's fiefdom: Marseille City.
Joseph, the supreme military governor of Marseille, immediately dispatched his troops to aid Turin after receiving the magic fluctuations.
Caesar placed the magic letterhead on the candle, watched the flames swallow the pages, and instructed: "Also, tell Don Quixote, Gados and all those related to us to be careful, on guard, and ready for a coup d'Γ©tat. β
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At the same time, Gados, or Ray. Field, looking at the magic array in front of him, showed a tired but satisfied smile.
Finally, 10 copies of substrate were wasted, and Ray. Field finally used the heart of the withered dryad to create a qualified array of Heroic Spirits.
Thunder. Field's soul was already weakened, but he was close to full strength, slowly breaking free of Gadors's body, as if wisps of mist seeped out of his pores.
Thunder. Field's soul is obviously much more transparent, and it seems that the cost of making a Heroic Spirit Array is really not small for him. He smiled and said to Gaudos, "I won't be able to help you for the rest of the while... It's up to you. β