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The study of a certain mansion.

Agulang, a councillor of the court council, sat worriedly at his desk, his head in his hands, his index fingertips tapping on the letters spread out on the table.

This is the third letter since the beginning of this month, and although the mood of the letter is not exactly the same, the general content is the same.

In short, to ask for reinforcements.

The sender's name was Jester, the Lower Knight, and the location was Yeovil City.

Agulang found it difficult to delay any longer, and the knight who had brought the envelope was now placed by him in an inn away from the court. Although he told the other party several times that the court had set a date for the meeting, he still came over every day to inquire about the progress.

Agulang thought of the beginning of the month, at the court meeting, as a noble councilor, he fiercely criticized the knight commander who sent this letter, questioning that he led 6,000 junior knights and did not complete the task, which is ridiculous, and sending reinforcements is a complete waste of troops and manpower, which makes most of the councillors not vote in favor of sending troops, but only allow the transportation of supplies.

The court archmage Merlin also agreed to the result of the deliberation of this motion on the spot.

However, he didn't be happy for long, this month the other party sent a second letter, this time it was not so easy to deal with, the letter was written about the Warcraft siege, supply cut-off, and other contents full of crisis, if it was submitted, it would be difficult to veto the request to send troops, which would greatly disrupt his plan.

Fortunately, he is a noble councillor and an examiner who wields the power to draft bills.

So, he used his authority to secretly replace the content of the bill.

But what I didn't expect was that the other party actually tried to skip his own review this time and submit a letter directly to the court council, without the need for a bill.

This is ultra vires!

At that time, the court was in session, and the knight with the letter somehow persuaded the court guard to give the letter directly to the mage Merlin, who was presiding over the meeting, even though Agulang wanted to order the knight's arrest. But he didn't expect the surrounding parliamentarians to agree with this point, because the "British Parliament Act" has an annotation on the special circumstances that allow direct petitioning, which made him give up.

Then, a meeting on the letter bill will be held tomorrow.

Of course, this time everyone knew the content, and he couldn't get in the way. So he had to come up with a solution to deal with it.

But...... Is there really any way to do it?

Looking at the letter that had been delivered to him again, Agulang clutched his head anxiously, his lips trembling, and his face pale.

"Damn, what can I do about what the lord explained?"

Agulang felt uneasy at the thought of the great man with great wealth and power.

The reason why he dared to veto the Order's letters so many times was because of this man's instructions.

The lord assured him that, once the mission was completed, a ferry would come to pick him up and take him to refuge on the coast the next day.

It wasn't until half a year later, when the Imperial Kingdom of Britain fell, that Agulang would be appointed governor to Britain again, with a higher status than now, equivalent to a king, that he did these things at the risk of being put on the gallows.

"Well, Britain will be my stuff in the end. How can those idiots with muscles in their brains compare to me. Agulang said hatefully.

Knock knock.

There was a sudden knock on the door to the study.

The voice was a little hurried.

Aguro looked up in confusion and looked in the direction of the door.

Who could it be so late?

"It's me, my lord." Outside the door came the calm voice of his confidant Mott, "There is your letter." ”

Agulang frowned and said, "Come in." ”

Mott, the housekeeper of the Agulang family, was dressed in a black waiter's suit at this time, walked into the study, took out a letter from his bosom, and handed it to his master, who was sitting on the seat.

Agulang noticed the eagle-shaped fire paint on the envelope and immediately understood who had sent the letter.

"Well, got it, let's go down."

"Yes."

Mott bowed slightly and exited the room.

With some uneasiness, Agulang tore open the fire paint and took out the letterhead.

He looked at the contents of the letter, and his eyebrows, which had been tense, gradually relaxed.

The reason was simple, there were only a few lines written on the letterhead: everything was going according to plan, the cooperation with the foreign tribes was good, the movements of the king's army had been investigated and grasped by the internal authorities, and it was expected that Yeovil would be captured within a week.

"Very well, it seems that God has not abandoned me yet!" Agulang said excitedly.

He thought that the king's army would retreat, but he didn't expect them to choose to fight to the death, which is exactly the same as what the lord said. As long as the original plan is developed, the task will be successfully completed.

Agulang got up and walked to the center of the room, and stretched the letter in his hand to the candlestick beside him.

The red flame ignited a corner of the letter and gradually burned the entire sheet to ashes.

“…… Although it was impossible to veto the proposal to send troops, it was still possible to delay it for a few days, but by the time they noticed, it was already too late. ”

Agulang smiled gloomily.

……

Rows of bookcases greeted you, and a few pieces of paper fell from the red carpet, and when you got closer, you could see that there were dense and incomprehensible words written on them.

Xia Di and his party were brought into the house by a blue-haired girl and led into this room.

The girl calls herself Saria, a disciple of the Guru.

"Mentor, the person has brought it."

"Good work, Saria."

There is a chair in the middle of the room.

The person sitting in the chair didn't know whether to say it was lazy or weak, but in short, it gave people an indescribable weirdness.

She was only in her thirties, and her somewhat subtly revealing mage robe wrapped around her bumpy body looked a little sexy. A wide sorcerer's hat was placed on her head, obscuring the sly glint in her eyes.

Is this person a guru?

Xia Di looked at the woman in front of him with some confusion, his eyes kept scanning her.

Judging from the impression described by Aditya, the mentor should be a veteran witch, an old woman who can be her mother. And the woman who appeared in front of him, no matter how you look at it, is she not at that age, at most she has just entered the mature woman stage? Is this man really a mentor?

Noticing Xia Di's gaze, the corners of the woman's mouth curled slightly, forming an arc: "Do you care about the appearance of the old man?" It's so young. ”

"Ah, that's rude." Xia Di looked away.

In any case, you should respect your elders.

"Well, I do." However, the green-haired girl beside Xia Di didn't pay attention to this at all, she nodded, and said bluntly: "If you can be ten years younger, I will care more." ”

The woman was stunned for a moment, and chuckled: "Even if I am ten years younger, I am still like this, and when I was fifty years old, I was not much different from now." ”

"Huh?"