Freud felt that he had been wronged, and felt that what he had just said was not wrong, but that Prince Cound's attitude was too arrogant and even a little vexatious. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But helplessly, Duke Conlot's unangry rebuke made him unable to ignore it, so he had to sit beside the Duke with his head hanging for a while, and the fat man of twenty-five did not dare to say more like a little boy who had gone to the wrong nightclub.

Duke Conlotte glanced at Freud expressionlessly, raised his gaze to look at Prince Koend, who was staring at Freud with a smug expression, then turned his gaze to the direction directly opposite him, and said in a calm tone: "My second son is a little stupid, which makes His Highness and Madame smile." ”

There were two people sitting directly across from Conlot, one was Prince Juventus, and the other was Prince Asona, who was holding the prince by one arm and snuggling up to him. Because the space in the car is relatively spacious, although Prince Koend, Prince Juventus, and Prince Asona sit on a cushioned horizontal seat, the two princes, a prince and princess, plus the father and son are not crowded in the carriage.

The princess was a sensible wife, and she could see that the Duke of Conlotte was planning to talk to her husband, and then she didn't plan to interject, but leaned quietly over Prince Juventus.

The Prince of Juventus and the Duke looked at each other with a diplomatic smile on their faces: "Please don't blame Master Freud too much, Dear Sir, after all, my brother's behavior just now is quite offensive, let this little matter pass." ”

When the words fell, the calculating Prince Koender immediately looked at Prince Juventus a little unconvinced, but at that moment, he just stared at Prince Juventus sideways at him.

Suddenly, he shuddered, and after a second, he lowered his head honestly like Freud and no longer dared to squeak, but from time to time he raised his eyes from his sockets and quietly glared at Freud a few times.

Koender was afraid that Juventus would stare at him with the kind of eyes that looked like they were smiling.

He still remembered that after the prince of Juventus invited him to join the royal party, he took him privately to visit a dungeon in a private estate on the outskirts of the royal capital, so that he found several aristocratic officials who had opposed the royal party in the political arena in that isolated underground prison, and found that the faces of those people were almost bloodless, and none of them were not dazed, and they all dragged their scarred bodies to the foul-smelling cells.

Prince Juventus smiled and told the shocked Kohnder that "these people have died in various accidents above the surface, and now they are still alive under the surface because they still have debts to pay", and then asked the jailer to open the cell door and drag out a prisoner who was about the same fat as Freud and take him to the interrogation room next to the dungeon and torture him, and then in front of Prince Koend, he personally picked up a piece of red-hot iron with pliers and slowly burned it into the prisoner's belly. Listen with pleasure to the terrible screams in the interrogation room and the hot boiling oil of human fat.

Koende remembered very well that Prince Juventus was looking at the fat prisoner with the same gaze he had just stared at him.

Although he is cynical and likes to cause trouble, he also knows how to bully the weak and fear the hard, and since then he has understood that the second prince of the Violet Kingdom is by no means a good stubble, and sometimes he even feels that the demon under the abyss may not be more terrible than his half-brother, so although he still stayed in the royal party because he wanted to take revenge on Princess Tiphia, he never dared to ask the royal party for a fief even once.

After Freud and Cound, two young men with no money, fell silent, the atmosphere in the carriage soon became quiet. Prince Juvent sat between Asona and Koend, and after glancing at Koende with satisfaction, he felt that the time was almost ripe, so he did not wait for the carriage to arrive at Orran, and then proposed to the Duke of Conlot: "Sir Conlot, you are a brilliant and shrewd and broad-minded lord, and our Majesty is now in the hands of my greedy sister, and the royal party urgently needs a loyal vassal like you to rescue Your Majesty with us. ”

The Duke of Conlote stared straight into Prince Juve's eyes, still with an unmoved poker face.

Half an hour later.

"I want to know where the church stands." Without a hint of prevarication, the Grand Duke of the Golantian Plains did not immediately accept the olive branch thrown to him by Prince Juventus on behalf of the royal party, nor was he in a hurry to refuse completely, but was equally lazy to go around in circles, and also made such a request to Prince Juventus in turn.

Duke Conlotte is not blind, of course he understands that the current King of Bag of the Violet Kingdom is a dementia who can't even take care of himself, and can see that the royal party led by Prince Juventus and the regency led by Princess Tifia are actually the two political forces that can really control the fate of the kingdom today, and as a neutral faction, his fall to either side will largely determine whether the future ruler of the kingdom is the next male king or the queen in a wheelchair, and the so-called "rescue Your Majesty" It's just a cover for the Juventus prince to woo himself.

Or rather, the casus belli that the royal party left to use against the regent faction at the time of necessity.

The Duke of Gorantia was no longer young, but not old enough to confuse him, so he was ostensibly loyal to the current demented king of the Violet Kingdom, but secretly he was not opposed to having the ruler of the kingdom change.

However, he remained neutral to the various parties in the court, and has been judging the situation to this day, waiting for the attitude of the Templar Church towards the change of ruler of the Violet Kingdom. Pope Medrus of St. Anthony's Cathedral ostensibly claimed that he would never get involved in politics, but the Templar Pope's rhetoric was fine enough to fool lowly commoners and pious clergy, and the discerning people with a little brain would not eat him.

In addition, the Violet Kingdom is located on the western shore of the St. Flon Sea, north of the Gangcasso Mountains, and is known as the shield of civilization between the Dark Alliance and the Faentan Empire.

From this, the Duke of Conlotte concluded that if the conflict between the royal party and the regency was really strong enough to break out into civil war, the Church would openly support either the princess or the prince on the eve of the war, and assist the army of that side in resolving the civil war as quickly as possible, both to prevent the land where the Church was the dominant faith from falling into the hands of the undead heretics in the north, and to prevent the expansion of the Faentan Empire, which was already overly bloated. At the same time, it was more convenient for the pope, far inland on the southern shore of St. Fren, to further influence the authority of the clergy, and to influence the kingdom of Violine, far from the Basilica of St. Anthony.

And now that the Pope had arranged for the Knights of Mithril to secretly escort him and the two princes of the Violet Kingdom back to Orran, he had a hunch that the moment was near! (To be continued.) )