Act 90: Storm Convergence (4) (Part 2)

"He's courting us. Where are the novels updated the fastest? Look for the biquge.info of Aishan's Novels," Makaro replied succinctly.

"It's kind of interesting." Count Violet smiled, the young man, though impulsive, was not reckless, and it was indeed very interesting; And the other party sent this letter at this clever time, which seemed to him to be really wonderful.

This is obviously no coincidence.

Baal looked up at Macaro on the side, thinking that the old fox must have seen this too. But what exactly does the other person want?

It would be naïve to want practical support on a piece of paper that doesn't even count as a petition. The person who can send such a letter must not be so naïve.

But if it is only a promise from the royal party and the princess's forces, then how is he going to resolve the actual crisis in the future?

There is no way to resist the thousands of troops.

Count Violet suddenly became extremely curious, this young man's actions were like walking a tightrope, dangerous and exciting. But what was even more interesting to him was that it was the first time he couldn't see through the outcome of an event.

Interesting.

"It's just that he wants us to shelter him from the wind and rain," Lewoods frowned, "That's a good thing, Your Highness Princess, if we agree to him, it will greatly offend Count Jean Denel." ”

Princess Griffiin frowned, making the name Count Denel not a reliable ally for her, but more like a knife hanging from her back.

But this old fellow hadn't shown his attitude after all, as her teacher said, it would be too unwise to force him to the side of the eldest son of the king instead.

"Hmph, an old fox." The half-elf girl rubbed her forehead a little irritably.

"I don't think the young man doesn't know that," Macaro interjected, after a moment's thought, "he and Count Jean Denel are more important to us than he is—he doesn't know." ”

"Makaroqing, what do you mean—" Princess Griffiin groaned slightly, her silver eyes lit up slightly. She looked at the letter on her desk.

"In that case, why did he send this letter?" Macaro asked, "I don't think it's meant to mock our intellect—"

This playful remark made the Count Violet on the side smile slightly.

Princess Griffyne's expression softened a little.

Only Leo Woods snorted softly.

"Exactly so, the so-called shelter from the wind and rain also has two meanings," the Count of Baal agreed, "I think this young man has made overtures to us, but he does not want to join us, he knows who he is." ”

"And what does he want to do?" Master Lewoods' snow-white eyebrows were slightly raised, a little puzzled. Although he was the chief court magician of Eruin, he devoted his life to learning more advanced magical techniques, and still lacked an understanding of the battles between nobles.

"What does he want to do, hasn't he written it very clearly?" The Violet Count smiled slightly.

Although Master Lewoods is not good at figuring out people's hearts, he is a wise man who has been able to come this far on the path of wizards, and he realized after a little reminder: "You are saying that he wants us to acknowledge his words? ”

He frowned, although he didn't have a good impression of the young man, but he had to say that if he could gain the other party's kindness in this way, then the investment was still very cost-effective.

The old man understood who he was—first and foremost the court mage of Eruin, the mentor of the half-elf princess in front of him, and then the wizard Leigh Woods, and personal likes and dislikes had to be put before the interests of the group.

"You don't have to admit it, you can just acquiesce." Macaro was the clearest of all to see Brando's intentions: "The young man's goal was clear, to target Count Jean Denel, but he wanted to avoid drawing the whole crowd into attack. ”

"But by his actions, he is already challenging all the nobles, and no one has ever dared to forcibly occupy the territory of a legitimate nobleman, this precedent-" The old man shook his head with some concern.

"This young man didn't take it by force." The Count of Baal shook his head and said with some amusement.

Macaro glanced at him, wondering why the Violet Count, who had always had little preference, favored the young man. However, he replied: "It depends on how other people understand it, and most importantly how we understand it, sometimes an excuse is completely different from a naked tearing of the skin," Makaro replied: "The letter says that the magic stone that records the information, has Her Royal Highness the princess seen it?" ”

"I've seen it." Griffiin nodded, "There is indeed an army of Madara, and there is more than a little bit of it," the half-elf girl snorted softly, "I don't want to ask too much about the filth between Count Denel and Madara, but-"

She didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but the dissatisfaction in her words was already very obvious.

"Very well prepared." The Count of Baal was talking about Brando, who had grown to admire the young man.

"Then let's see what benefits we can get," Macaro's expression sternly rose, "We can't give up on Count Denel, that young man knows this very well. But there was one thing that surprised me. ”

Everyone looked at him, waiting for the next step from the cunning fox.

"He seems to see the relationship between us and Count Jean Denel, and he wants to make himself a pawn."

"Chess pieces?" Master Lewoods was puzzled.

"Awesome" Count Baal's eyes lit up, and even he didn't see the meaning: "This is a good move to force Count Denel"

"Yes," Macaro nodded, unlike the surprise of the Count of Violet—he was a little frightened, not to mention how Brando had guessed the views of the surrounding forces within their royal party, and it was this foresight of the general situation in Eruin, which was enough for him to secretly raise his vigilance: "This young man is courting us at this moment, so that Count Denel will not be unaware that there are no secrets among nobles-"

"So," he continued, "what do you think the old fox would think?" If he were to go over to the side of Archduke Enlek at this time, what kind of situation would he face? ”

"Enemy in the back and abdomen."

Count Violet listened to these words quietly, and couldn't help but look seriously at the past leader of the royal party beside him whose temples were already gray, but his demeanor had not diminished, and he couldn't help but think in his heart:

Only this person can see it so thoroughly, and sure enough, the ginger is still old and spicy.

"But what's the benefit of him doing that?" After listening to Macarlo's words, Princess Griffiin nodded in approval: "He is willing to be a pawn of us, and if Count Denel falls to us, we may abandon him at any time, and he will not fail to understand this." ”

Master Lewoods was stunned, and when he heard Macaro say this, he felt that the young man did not seem to be very disgusting, but the old man still hesitated: "That young man seems to have a good impression of us, and he may not be willing to take refuge in us by doing this, and besides, at this time, we are the only ones who can cover this matter for him—"

The Count of Baal glanced at the old man and thought to himself that a scholar is a scholar, so he could never become a politician. He said: "What this young man wants is very simple, just to play a balance game. He's taking sides, and he's decided that Denel won't go over to us—"

"What a gambler." At this moment a voice came from outside the door, and the knight outside the door opened the door, allowing a nobleman in a mink coat to enter.

The familiar face of Macaro was slightly stunned - Overwell, when he was still in the royal party, the other party was just a shrewd and capable young man.

But at this moment, the impulse and sharpness on the originally young face have receded, and the temperament has become more and more calm and sharp.

Overwell glanced at Macaro, bowed slightly to the princess: "Your Highness," and then greeted Makaro: "Lord Makaro." ”

To say that Overwell's status in the royal party is now faintly higher than that of Macaro, who has been in the opposition all year round, but the other party's modest posture has greatly benefited Macaro.

He nodded and smiled, "Lord Overwell." ”

"You're welcome," replied Sir Wolf, looking up, "to continue with the previous topic." I think Mistress Macaro and the Count of Baal have made sense, but when asked what the young man wants, I have something to say—"

There was silence in the room.

All eyes were on the uninvited guest, especially Princess Griffyin. For she was the only one who knew that Sir Wolf knew the young man named Brando best.

Beater looked around and smiled: "Some people don't have the value of being pawns, they are mediocre. Some people unconsciously become pawns of others, this is a fool. ”

"But like this young man who took the initiative to become our pawn, this is a chess player."

"Chess player?"

"Yes, even if you only control one chess piece, but you can also call it a chess player. It's just that in this game, he is already on a high level with us. Overwell paused: "He's a pawn, so why don't we be, it's just that we have more resources." ”

The crowd was silent.

"So Overwell, you mean he's going to be involved in this game as well," even the half-elf girl felt a little incredulous at this moment, and she took a soft breath: "Isn't this an empty glove white wolf, it's too annoying." ”

"Yes," Sir Wolf shook his head, and the foxy Macaro saw the helplessness in each other's eyes, "Unfortunately, we have no choice but to accept it, because his offer is the most beneficial choice for us." ”

"Cunning fellow." Master Lewoods shook his head, suddenly feeling that he shouldn't be involved in this discussion. He rubbed his forehead.

"So what should we do?" The old man asked a little tiredly.

"And the mud will do." Sir Wolf made the final decision: "The rest—"

He smiled slightly: "Just watch that little guy perform." ”

Performance?

Everyone was incredulous, and even Eco, who had the most confidence in Brando, couldn't help but worry on the sidelines. On one side is a young man who has nothing, and on the other side is the cunning and powerful Count Jean Denel.

Perhaps Brando has the Silver Elf behind him, but the Silver Elf has made it clear that he will not meddle in Eruin's internal strife.

So where did his faith come from?

Of all the people, Princess Griffiin was the only one who looked thoughtfully at the other report on the table. There was only one simple sentence written on the report:

Toniger, Sir Minthai defeated miserably -