Act 91 Storm Convergence (End) (Part 1)

After reading the report in his hand, the Count of Denel gently placed the parchment on the top of the fireplace beside him, and the weather-hardened old nobleman was rarely silent. To read the latest chapters, please lock in Aishang Novel Network biquge.info After a while, he raised his head and looked at his henchman assistant with a gloomy expression:

"I'm a waste, and so are my subordinates, and this report was a long time ago."

"Half a month ago."

"It's been half a month, and Toniger has made such a big mess."

"My lord, this may not be a violent *." Jean Count Denel's henchmen said, "Sir Mintai is not good enough to be defeated by a rabble. ”

"The other party is a mercenary, but the mercenaries are tiresome flies, and they don't buzz without the smell of profit," replied Count Jean Denel, "there is a trickster behind this." ”

Although the report mentions that Grudin has offended the mercenaries, this veteran nobleman knows these people very well, and without sufficient conditions, they will not easily oppose the local lords.

They don't think that Grudin has his own existence behind him.

Count Denel calmed down, and nodded the emerald ring on his right index finger with his left hand. Those who knew him well knew that it usually meant that the Earl was thinking, and that there was no room for disturbance while he was thinking.

When his henchmen saw this scene, they also consciously closed their mouths and waited for the other party to make a decision.

"I am concerned with only two things," replied the old earl, after a long consideration, "first, is Grudinin dead or alive?" Second, who is behind the troublemakers? ”

The henchman humbly bowed his head as if he was listening, knowing that the big man had not finished speaking.

But it was at this moment that the door was opened, and Count Jean Denel interrupted his words, and a tall young man entered from the outside.

"Father."

The young man's voice was one step faster than the human being, full of energy.

Jean Denel shut his mouth, looked at the visitor - or rather, squinted at it, and replied coldly: "How many times have I told you to knock on the door before entering." ”

"Those who achieve great things are not informal, isn't this what you sue me, father."

The young man strode to his father's side. The young man, dressed in a black trench coat with gold-trimmed sleeves and neckline, and a long sword at his waist, was the second son of Count Jean Denel - and the only one at this age who did not receive a fief - and he voluntarily renounced his fief in favor of staying with Count Jean Denel.

Of course, Count Denel understood his son's thoughts, but he didn't mind, and just said, "Looks like you know?" ”

The urgent information alarmed the whole of Paidarsunburg, and he didn't think it was strange that his son had come so quickly, and if he didn't know, it would mean that the other party was too alert.

"Well, what's wrong?" The young man looked around, then looked up on the couch beside him.

"Something happened to your brother."

"Really?"

Jean Count Denel raised his eyebrows, and for the first time said with some anger: "It sounds like something happened to your own brother, it seems that you are quite happy?" ”

"I'm sorry, father," the young man picked up the cup on one side, then laughed and put it down again, "I know it's not good, but I can't help it, I still won't hide my feelings." ”

The smile on his face was palpable, and it was evident that Count Denel expected it well.

The old earl shook his head, he was not the same back then, but it seemed to him only a trifle; But it is one thing for a family to fight between families, not so much for an outsider to hurt his offspring, and this precedent must not be set in any nobleman.

Even the struggle between the nobles and the nobles is rarely fought against each other, conspiracy and violence are two different things, and the blood of the nobles is precious and must not be shed in vain.

Therefore, as soon as Count Denel received this report, he had already made up his mind to take bloody revenge in order to set an example.

However, in his opinion, this matter is not so simple, so he patted the report and said, "There was a violent incident in Toniger*, and your brother's life and death are unknown-"

He paused: "But I think it's more likely than lucky." Count Denel snorted coldly, and let his henchmen repeat the current situation.

Sir Mintai was defeated?

The young man couldn't help but shake his head when he heard that his younger brother had been killed by a mob, in his opinion, a mob was a mob after all, and it was too humiliating for a lord to die in a riot*, and even he couldn't help but feel bleak on his face.

In any case, it was his younger brother after all, and there was such a waste in his own family, and he really couldn't hold his head up in front of outsiders. But when he heard the news of Sir Mintai's fiasco, his expression was completely different.

This is not a violent *.

Although the young man is very arrogant, he is a person with a dense mind. He immediately stood up and said to Count Jean Denel: "Father, there is a ghost behind here, allow me to gather an army at once—I will make the troublemakers behind it pay." ”

Jean Count Denel looked at his son and shook his head in disappointment.

"Do you know who's behind it?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then said: "As long as the army presses the border, they will be completely exposed." ”

Not too stupid, the old earl's expression softened a little, but he still shook his head: "Although the idea is good, but someone is waiting to see our jokes, you are stirring up the people, don't you give the laughing stock to others-"

The young man frowned.

The weather-hardened old man nodded his forehead with his hand: "If you want to use your brain, the sword in your hand can destroy your enemies, but it can't lead you to victory, think again." ”

"Of course, whoever benefits has a motive." The young man replied.

"Yes," Count Denel nodded, "The kingdom is divided into three, but it is the princess who is most likely to do so." That cunning little girl is really unsettling, because what they lack is time, and they want to put pressure on me. I can't help but think that the Denel family is too simple. ”

"But it's not necessarily impossible that someone is sowing discord, father." The young man did not want his father to fall to the side of Anlek because of this, his plan was to let the princess win over his side, of course, it was better to marry, with the help of the princess, the inheritance of the family's position would be secure.

Besides, he had long heard of the beauty of the half-elf princess, the fame of the crown jewel of the ancient kingdom not only in Eruin, but even in the neighboring Cruz Empire.

But his careful thinking could not escape the eyes of Count Denel, and the gloomy old man looked at his son coldly: "Don't worry, I'm not going to be hot-headed because of this matter, I'm past your age." ”

"Father?"

"You have to remember one thing, André," said Count Jean Denel in a stern tone, "it doesn't matter which side the Denel family favors, what matters is that Denel must maintain, or obtain, a more independent position than he is now. ”

The old man's eyebrows were raised, and his tone was gloomy: "If you don't get that much, don't think about it so much." It is important how to set your own goals, and people who are not greedy enough will only make others feel disgusted. ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders: "Of course I understand, but what should we do now?" ”

Count Jean Denel knocked on the emerald on his right index finger and replied coldly: "That cunning little girl played a little trick on me, so that the Denel family must of course return the tribute with a tooth for a tooth and blood for blood; If she kills my son, I'll eat her pawns and see what she's going to do next-"

"So?" The young man became excited and patted the hilt of his sword.

"No, everything is a danger with opportunity, this matter can't be handled like this, if a small territorial rebellion also wants me to do it myself, then wouldn't it be a self-surrender for the Denel family?" The old earl shook his head, full of dissatisfaction with the young man's eagerness: "Besides, the cunning little girl and the Grand Duke of Anlek are staring at me very closely, and they must not be underestimated at this time." ”

The young man cut off, took off the saber and threw it on the sofa beside him: "I understand, father, you have a plan." ”

His cunning actions almost made the Count of Denel tremble with anger, but the old earl was about to reprimand him, but the latter had already interrupted him.

"If we don't make a move, that Pallas won't be a match for the mob, father,"

The young man put his hands on the back of the sofa and leaned back comfortably, with a lazy expression: "Although that old knight has a fairly good army, his strength is relatively limited compared to Sir Mintai, if Sir Mintai is defeated, then this knight will not win either?" ”

Count Denel nodded with a gloomy face, although he couldn't get used to his son's style, but among his heirs, only this second son was the most outstanding, and the others, although they were not as wasteful as Grudin, were just mediocre people.

"I think," replied the young man, "Father, you don't want the bones of Madara to do it, they have this ability, but on the one hand, it is not my race, and I am afraid that the honest knight of Pallas will not be able to control them. ”

In other words, Father, do you really trust them? That grinning Instaron? I heard that guy was nothing more than a sir in Madara-"

"Why not?" Count Denel said in a deep voice, and he no longer looked at his son, but said to his henchman, who was bowing to the side, "Help me prepare two letters—"

"Lord Count?" The henchman looked up.

"The first letter, addressed to the dark nobles of Madara, tells them that what they want is still in Fir City, and if they still want to complete that deal with me, then they must do it." Let Count Denel command coldly.

The second letter was given to the messenger of the mountain people. Don't they want tax exemption? If they are willing to take part in this war, I will not only give them tax relief, but also provide food for the army they have sent."