Day after day, Perades always wakes up to the sound of a few birdsongs and one busy breath after another. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the rising sun of the new day rises from the east side of the St. Flen Sea, and the warm sun drives away the night to illuminate the violet royal capital, which was built on the west bank of the fork of the Bernude and Lawrence rivers, the city's guards have already begun to patrol in armor, the workers in the port area carry the goods unloaded from the docks to the warehouses, the citizens gradually take to the streets, the merchants push open the windows of shops and guilds, and the priest of a church comes out of the church, and suddenly sees a white dove flying in the square, A sturdy warhorse dragged a man from the gate of the city in the direction of the palace, the man on horseback was wrapped in blood-soaked gauze, and on his purple shawl was embroidered in conspicuous gold a violet flower blooming on a thorn vine and a pair of twin swords interlaced in front of the flower.

It was the messenger of the royal family of Fillandz.

The unknown priest stood at the door of the church, his face slightly startled, and his eyes stared at the back of the horse in the distance, and he could not help but wonder: for the first time since the war six years earlier, a messenger of the royal family had galloped through the streets of Perades on horseback.

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"You mean, the grain convoy that came out of the Loonste was detained by a gang of robbers at the foot of the southeast of the Britton Mountains?"

Princess Tifia sat upright in her wheelchair, her brow furrowed slightly, her hand holding a quill resting on the oak desk with stacks of official documents, her sea-blue eyes staring at the messenger who had been helped to her by two palace guards with a look of surprise and confusion, and the sun behind her reflected her long flaxen hair through the window that opened the curtains.

Since becoming the regent of King Bag, Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Violet Kingdom seems to be in a constant state of busyness, the demented king and the heavy government work force her to constantly compress her sleep time, the moonlight at four o'clock in the morning is almost a must-see for her every day, and the local nobles below the rank of duke even have to make an appointment to obtain the qualification and time to meet her.

Except for sleeping and occasional occasions on special occasions, she usually sat in the palace office, which was supposed to be used for King Bag's affairs.

So at this moment, the maiden attendant from the mountains of Lasvergne habitually rested a hand on the hilt of her sword, standing by her side as always, protecting her at all times.

Duke Tobbs and a middle-aged short nobleman sat on two chairs on one side of the room, and their eyes were on the face of the royal messenger who came to the princess supported by two palace guards, and was shocked to find that the messenger had been brutally cut off with a knife, and then saw the messenger nod at Princess Tifia in humiliation, and the hand missing a finger trembled and took out a blood-stained letter from his clothes, stepped forward and gently placed it on the desk on the princess's chest.

Princess Tifia looked up at him hesitantly, reached out and took the letter, expertly unsealing the wax seal and taking out the letterhead, her eyes wandering silently on the paper for a moment.

Then, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, calmly crumpled the letter paper in her hand, threw it into the fireplace in the corner of the wall and burned it, and ordered the guards to take the wounded messenger down to rest, and then pushed aside a few pieces of paper with the title "Boenigs Rebellion" in her hand, exhaled slowly, looked sideways at Duke Tobs and the short nobleman sitting on the side of the room and said, "This is a blackmail letter. The winter reserve of the royal capital was robbed by the bandits at the foot of the Britton Mountain, who demanded a ransom of 10,000 gold coins, or else kill everyone in the grain caravan. ”

As the words fell, she crossed her fingers, put her hands in front of her lips and gently lifted her chin, and her eyes first turned to Thobs, one of the only two dukes and lords in the kingdom.

"It's absolutely impossible, Your Highness Princess." Duke Thobs, lord of the Ronster Plains and leaning towards the princess faction between the royal party and the regents, stood up from his chair to meet the princess's gaze and replied, "Even if our army is not as strong as in the days of our ancestors, it is a gang that dares and is capable of robbing the royal convoy, and it is absolutely impossible for them to be pure bandits. ”

"So, in your opinion?"

"Most of the people who do it are the king's party." The short nobleman sitting next to Duke Tobs also stood up at this time and responded to Princess Tiphia's words.

The short, middle-aged nobleman named Valberia was a courtier at Princess Tiphia's side, an excellent staff member.

Princess Tifia turned her gaze from Duke Tobs's face to him, and after thinking about it, she quickly understood the meaning of Valburia's words, but then chose to ask him, "Why, Valberian Princess?" What is the reason for your judgment? ”

"The reason is that Your Highness, you are now the regent at His Majesty's side." Valberia cleared his throat with a clenched fist and analyzed unhurriedly, "Your Highness, you have the obligation to properly resolve this matter due to the robbery of the royal capital's grain transport team, otherwise you will lose your prestige as a regent and the potential support of the neutral nobles for you, which will be beneficial to the royal party." ”

"But this assumption in their favor must be based on my incompetence." The princess's eyes seemed to smile slyly, "Valberia, do you think I am a vase that is only worthy of marriage?" ”

"I don't dare." Facing the princess's inscrutable gaze, Valberia was not nervous, just looked into the princess's eyes and kowtowed, and then continued, "However, Your Highness, you have invested your limited energy in this matter, and in fact, it is also a situation that is beneficial to the royal party. As we know, your Highness, and Sir Thobes' forces are concentrated in the west, while the royal party's forces are mainly concentrated in the eastern part of the kingdom, and the middle reaches of the Bernube River are almost the dividing line between us and them. If you turn your attention to the west, you will inevitably relax your surveillance of the eastern part of the kingdom, which will give the royal party an opportunity to attack us. ”

"In that case, do you think that the recent rebellion in Boenigs is also a deliberate means used by the royal party to contain us?" Princess Tifia thought for a moment and asked him again.

"No, Your Highness, the situation in Boniguez has been beyond the minister's expectations from the very beginning." At this, Valberia shook her head in shame, then continued to raise her eyes and look at Princess Tiphia, "It is only said that it now seems that the geographical position of Boenigs happens to be stuck on the south bank of the Bernube, blocking our way from the south bank of the Bernude River to the mouth of the St. Fern Sea. Count Charles of Silverfinch and Count Vernard of Andalom belong to the same royal party, and if the prince of Juventus wants to force you into the palace or even provoke a civil war, the royal party can use those rebels against us. ”

"So the royal party planned this attack in an attempt to put me in a dilemma?"

"That's what the minister thinks."

"May I leave this matter to you, Secretary Valberia?" Princess Tifia looked at him with satisfaction, a slight smile on her lips.

"Of course, Your Highness the Princess." Finally waiting for Princess Tifia's commission, Valberia immediately gritted her teeth confidently and nodded in acceptance, "That's what the minister planned to do in the first place. Your Highness, you believe in the power of the minister, and the minister should naturally do as you wish. ”

"Then the matter is settled." So, Princess Tifia put down her chin and turned half of her cheek to look back at Duke Tobs beside Valberia, "Now, tell me why you took the time to meet me today, Sir Tobbs?" You put aside the affairs in the fief for a while and come to the royal capital, so you must not just plan to come and have a cup of afternoon tea with me, right? ”

As she finished speaking, Valblia looked back and forth between the princess and the duke, and then stepped aside in amusement, giving up her place at the princess's desk to Duke Tobs.

In the next second, Duke Tobbs glanced at him sideways, then took two steps forward, took another wax-stamped envelope from his clothes and handed it to Princess Tilfia's desk.

"What is this?" Princess Tifia sat in her wheelchair, leaned forward slightly, reached out and picked up the letter from the table, and asked casually.

"Countess Kalea contacted me the day before yesterday." Duke Tobs let go of his hand from the envelope and replied to her, "This letter contains her report on the investigation of the ancient ruins of Scorpion Valley. By the way, she asked me to recommend someone to you on her behalf. ”

"Who?"

"A young man. The name seems to be ...... Finn-No-Ozelit. (To be continued.) )