"Cooperation?" Rand was stunned for a moment, he thought he could guess the other party's intentions, but he just wanted to preach or monitor, but no matter which way you look at it, neither side has the conditions for cooperation, "What do you mean......"

"Help you fight for the inheritance of the Duke, expand your territory, and develop the city. The red-clad priest smiled.

"Wait a minute, inheritance?" Rand asked with a frown, "Inheritance to the title?"

"That's right, titles, armies, and territories. ”

It was so sudden that Rand didn't react a little, and the Holy See actually wanted to openly support him, but soon his mind calmed down.

The other party will definitely not make this decision for no reason, they must want something to gain through this cooperation, and it will definitely be more than what they give.

"Help me, you may be mistaken, my territory is barren and remote, my strength is the weakest, and I have no heart to compete with my brother for power, I am the person who dislikes roommates the least. Rand replied in a slightly wary voice.

"Do you mean, you don't like power, or can you give up the path of power because of family affection?" the red-clothed priest was very direct, "As the son of a duke, you must know very well how great the temptation of power is, and family affection is in front of it...... IMHO, it's not a strong bargaining chip at all. ”

"As for the weakness," the red-clothed priest said quite confidently, "once the Holy See assists it, any weak force can quickly achieve exponential growth. ”

"And all we want is to preach freely in the Tieliu Kingdom and educate the believers," the cardinal priest explained, "If you want, we can even help you sit on the throne, as long as you are willing to quell the decades-long war in the Tieliu Kingdom, the unified kingdom will be easier to govern, and we don't want the people to live in war for a long time." ”

"Why me? instead of Bran or Ron?"

"Lord Ron, who is brutal and orders his soldiers to slaughter every time he breaches a city, is not fit to be a lord, and Lord Bran, he is only a little clever, and does not have the bearing and wisdom of a king, and you are more merciful and intelligent than you, and I have witnessed the current situation of some of the empty realms on the way here, and I can manage a barren land to its present state, and to be honest, I admire you. ”

More benevolent and wiser, I think it's easier to control than Ron and Bran.

Rand muttered in his heart, he didn't believe that the Holy See would help him for such a glorious reason, and what they were planning to do was nothing more than to build up their own power in the territory of the Capetian family, and slowly turn against the enemy, and further control the Iron Stream.

"I'm sorry, I can't promise you, as you can see, my father has great prejudices against the Holy See, and without his permission I would not dare to build a church in the empty realm, as for the cooperation you are talking about...... I think it's worth thinking about it. Rand raised his eyebrows, he believed that the red-clothed priest could hear him, and he didn't simply agree or refuse.

It is impossible for him to let the Holy See's eyes penetrate his territory, whether it is a demon seed or a new weapon, it needs to be strictly secrecy, and just beware of spies from the outside world makes Rand anxious, let alone take the initiative to lure the wolf into the house.

"I can understand your difficulty, after all, Lord Duke is surprisingly harsh," the red-clothed priest smiled, and suddenly bent down and said, "But what I want to tell you is that if you want to get something precious, you must pay more courage than ordinary people, maybe you should go to the Dongling Fort in the royal city to have a look, it is the tallest building in the entire Iron Stream, and stand there to see this kingdom; ”

"That's where the Capet family belongs, so I hope that one day in the future, you'll be able to regain the glory that belonged to the Capetian family. ”

"The Holy See may be more powerful than you can imagine," the red-clothed priest stood up, and then seemed to remember something: "After today, I may not have the opportunity to come to the Kongdu Territory again, the Duke is very repulsive to us, and even the churches in the Imperial City have been forced to be abandoned, so the next time you want to meet, I may have to trouble you to go to the royal capital." ”

"You're leaving?" Rand said with a smirk, "I'd like to welcome you with a great banquet in the evening." ”

"No, I don't really like this kind of formalistic stuff, and it costs people and money. The red-clothed priest shook his head decisively: "There are still many affairs to be dealt with in the church, so I will leave first, if you change your mind in the future, you can come to the royal capital church to find me at any time." ”

"Is Fort Eastridge really tall?" Rand asked for no reason.

A smile appeared on the corner of the red-clothed priest's mouth: "That's right, it is the supreme building and symbol of the Tieliu Kingdom. ”

Rand nodded thoughtfully.

The red-clothed priest thought that his own persuasion had an effect, and he didn't dare to continue to press Rand to make a statement, which might be counterproductive.

......

"What do you think?" Rand asked, leaning back in his recliner and looking at the shadow emerging from nothingness.

"Lies, fraud, lies. The shadow said coldly.

"It's pretty much what I imagined. Rand stretched and placed the parchment left by the cardinal priest on the table: "The Holy See wants to use me to provoke a civil war in the Capetian family. ”

"With your current strength, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold even one round in front of your brother. The shadow struck very ruthlessly: "Even with the support of the Holy See, it will not be able to pose a threat to Lindong City in a short period of time, and the most important thing is that your father is still alive, as long as he is in charge of the Capet family for a day, no matter how many ideas you have, there is no possibility of implementation." ”

"I'm in the beginning stage, do you understand the initial stage?" Rand retorted with some annoyance, "Give me two more years, it will only take two years for me to impress everyone with the air crossing collar!"

"Let's talk about it later. The shadow replied flutteringly, "What are you going to do now?"

"It's certainly impossible to build a church, I'm not stupid enough to dig my own grave, if I let the power of the Holy See infiltrate, my father will first cut me down. Rand said helplessly: "In the territory under the leadership of the Capet family, the clergy of the Holy See can only hide far away in the border city to preach, and cannot infiltrate the hinterland of the family at all, and even the church in the imperial city was forced to close because of lack of support, and everyone can see the contradiction between the Capet family and the Holy See." ”

"What about cooperation, pushing you to the throne or something, it's very tempting. Shadow said in a teasing tone.

"Fools know that they are trying to pick an obedient puppet. Ron was too hard to control, and Bran was too smart, so I didn't pick me who was not very good. Rand spread his hands.

"A puppet king, and a king. Nominally still the king's ruler, are you sure you can resist this temptation?"

"Come on, like a puppet* the controller gives orders, it is better to be my lord in the small air crossing lord, and how do you know that without the support of the Holy See, I will not be able to ascend to that throne?"

Crowd tactics are the stupidest methods of warfare.

A well-trained squad of gunners, more than enough to deal with several times the size of their own infantry.

* The gap between the era and the era of cold weapons is too great.

The damage that a single cannon can do is probably beyond the reach of dozens of cavalrymen.

......

A prisoner was thrown to the ground by two soldiers, covered in whip marks and iron ropes, his arms twisted at an incredible angle, a bit like a large twisted flower, his bones must have broken into a dozen pieces, covered in blood, and hours of uninterrupted torture had destroyed the prisoner's body and mind to the point of collapse.

"How many are these?" Ron sat in the dark tower, frowned and opened the window to let in a glimmer of light, and he paused after seeing the prisoner's appearance, "Is it a woman?"

"The seventh is a hard-mouthed woman. Yazov stepped forward, "We cut off her ears and fingers, but she still won't tell the truth." ”

In the small room, the strong smell of blood made Ron slightly uncomfortable, and he crouched down and wiped the dust and blood scabs off the woman's face with a towel dipped in water.

The woman's originally fair skin was exposed, her appearance was outstanding, the bridge of her nose was high, her mouth was small, and her whole face was full of three-dimensionality.

But those closed eyes never opened.

"You should have been a noble lady, and with your looks you can easily do it, even I am a little tempted," Ron sighed, as if feeling sorry for the flaw in some precious jade, "but why did you want to be an assassin?"

“......”

"It's okay if you don't want to speak, anyway, I probably know your origin in my heart, it doesn't matter if you admit it or not," Ron gently wiped the wound on the other party's face, "I just feel sorry for you, you were deceived to become a knife in someone else's hand, knowing that you were sent to death, but still jumping into the fire one after another, this spirit is worthy of admiration." ”

"It's just a little stupid,......" Ron paused, then felt that his description wasn't quite accurate, "No, stupid as a pig." ”

The woman, who had not reacted, suddenly opened her eyes, her face distorted with anger, as if Ron's words were a great insult to her, she opened her mouth and whined, blood falling down the corners of her mouth to the floor.

"Maitherine Carey, right?" Ron said with a smile, "Profession is a teacher, living in Wallin Town, her husband is a white priest of the Holy See, or your identity as a teacher is simply a disguise, and your real identity is the killer of the Holy See or the King." I'm right. ”

The woman looked at him with cold eyes, but the flash of panic on her face still revealed her heart.

"After killing batch after batch, you guys are really persistent enough, is my death so important to you?" Ron muttered to himself.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of bloody spit sprayed into Ron's face, and Yazov was about to draw his sword and chop her, but Ron stopped him.

"Murder...... Demons!" the woman said in a fit-in-and-start.

"This is the image I have in your hearts? Not bad, I have heard that the people of your church are very fanatical about faith, and for what God, gods, even the lives of their relatives can be wanted. Ron asked in a curious tone, "Is that really the case?"

The woman ignored Ron, and instead lowered her head and made a gesture of resignation.

"I heard you have a child, do you want to take him and try which one you would choose in the face of your loved ones and loyalty?" Ron grinned.