(Girls' Literature) (Girls' Literature) Harold Vasa entered the camp, and about an hour later, a luxury carriage drawn by four horses drove into the camp.

The luxurious carriage slowly came to a halt in the open space in the camp, and the small door of the carriage opened.

From the carriage stepped a man who looked to be twenty-six or seventeen years old, a man of short stature, with a hooked nose, thick eyebrows, and small, shrewd eyes.

He was followed by a man dressed as an old butler.

A soldier ran over and whispered a few words in the man's ear, and the hook-nosed man nodded, and strode into the tent in the northwest corner of the camp, and the old butler followed him into the tent.

In the tent, Harold Vasa was sitting on a mahogany circle chair, holding a book of stories, and occasionally picking up the wine glass on the small table at hand to take a sip.

"Harold Vasa. Welcome, welcome back. You can surprise me every time. The hook-nosed man walked over enthusiastically.

Harold put down the book and looked up at the visitor: "Philip Dark, don't be harmed." ”

Harold stood up and greeted Philip Dalke, Lanna Dalke's half-brother.

Philip Dalk took off his tall bowler hat, revealing his slightly reddish hair.

"How does college life feel?"

"It's very comfortable, it's completely a vacation for your decadent life."

"Hmph, you really have your style of answering." The short Philip Dalk rolled up his sleeves, took the two billiard cues handed by the old butler beside him, and threw one of them to Harold Vaasa.

"Well, we'll talk about the details while we play. The kind of pool game you made a few years ago is pretty good. Philip Dalk held the pool cue on the ground and rested it on his shoulder blade.

A small cardboard box was pulled out of his chest, and with a shake of his hand, a brown cigar emerged from the cardboard box.

Philip Dalk took the cigar in his mouth and held out his fingertips, on which a small circle appeared, and flames erupted from his fingertips, lighting the cigar.

"Add ice." Harold Vasa picked up his glass and walked over to the old butler.

The old butler did as he was told, placing his palm on the glass, and with a spell, a large round block of ice fell into the orange juice, and Harold took a sip of it, then placed it beside the billiard table.

The silent and faithful old butler arranged the various billiard balls on the table in the shape of a triangle, while Harold Vasa and Philip Dalk chatted around the table.

Harold asked, "I heard that you were holding a secret meeting with the heads of the other four families. ”

"That's right. General discussion on what will happen next. Someone was radical, someone retreated, but in general, this time no one wanted to rely on the empire anymore. ”

"After all, in this state now, they are not blind, and they all know how to stand in line."

"The Salga Empire still has some power left." Philip Dalk said, walking to the side of the table and leaning down to look at the table and the billiards above the table.

Philip Dalk added in passing: "I'll take the first shot first, I'm afraid that you kid won't give any face, and he will clear the game with one shot." ”

"Whatever you want."

"Hmm." Philip Dahl stretched out his hand and put the cue close to the thumb of his left hand between the thumb and forefinger, held the cue with his right hand, twitching the cue back and forth, his sharp eyes aimed at the white ball on the table.

After aiming for a few seconds, he adjusted his breath, strength, and angle to the best state, and poked hard, and the tip of the club hit the white ball hard, scattering the dense colored balls in all directions.

"After detonating the turmoil in the Savage Lands, we quickly withdrew, but the torches of the turmoil were picked up by the inhabitants of the dissatisfied Savage Lands, which can be regarded as holding back a lot of the energy of the Salga Empire. Moreover, even if the central government of the Salga Empire is suspicious, they do not have enough intelligence and evidence to determine that we Irma are the culprits behind it. And in the current situation, even if there is sufficient evidence, the new emperor has to hesitate to deal with us. ”

"The world has changed. You told me viciously that you and Lanna's father, the previous head of your family, were beaten and humiliated by several big nobles with canes on the streets of the imperial capital of the Salga Empire, and finally returned to their hometown and died depressed. ”

"Yes, after all, the world has changed. The Empire conquered us with fire and iron a hundred years ago, and now I want to give them a taste of fire and blood. Just like my sister's old father, who died of depression, on his deathbed, he desperately pointed to the huge deer crown on the wall of the hearth. Filly Dalk circled the pool table and he looked for the right angle to hit the next shot.

"Hmph. It's just personal vendetta and lust. Harold saw that Philip Daulk would not be able to finish the shot for a while, and he retreated to his seat and waited.

"My personal enmity and lust are the same as those of countless of my Irma brethren. How could I not have done it all myself? Philip Dahl hit another shot and a basketball went into the hole.

"Well, I've seen a guy who behaves like you lately, though the motives may be different."

"Who? It can't be a figure in the Holy See, right? Philip Dalk picked up the tip of the chocolate rubbing the cue of a billiard cue.

"Rektaran Ramier."

"Ramiel, the Ramir family of the South? I heard that their arms business and grain business are doing well. Who is this Ramiel? ”

"The young master of the Ramil family is also the current student council president of St. Phelan College."

"Well, isn't this my junior? Although there should have been three or four generations of presidents, I have never met him. How's he doing? ”

"It can be regarded as completely turning the student union of the academy into an economic institution and a quasi-power organization."

"Interesting. This is the Southern ally you speak of in your letter, right? It's really a funny guy, and I want to meet my junior in person when I have the chance. "The club hit again and the ball went into the hole again.

"Yes, he is full of ambition, and he also wants to use the turmoil of the empire as a stepping stone for himself."

"How did he do it?"

"Squeezing into the papal structure, I think he wants to use the power in the papal see to reap the benefits of imperial turmoil in a roundabout way."

"Hmm." Philip Dalk let out an exclamation. "It's a good idea, and he's a very patient guy. If he gains real power in the Holy See, it will not be easy to make a little tricky. ”

"Yes, I made a pact with him that I would help him in a year."

Philip Dark's eyes widened and he stared at Harold.

"Is there any mistake? You're actually helping others. ”

Harold explained, "I'm not your subordinate, I'm only helping you because of your sister." And Rektaran Ramil is currently completely a potential ally of yours, and can become a mutually supportive relationship with you, help him ascend to power, and indirectly help you. ”

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