"So, tell me where the Church stands, His Royal Highness Prince Juventus. The Duke of Conlot's eyes focused on Prince Juvent'www.biquge.info s eyes, his tone was flat, but his gaze was hot, "You and I are both understanding people, and this will be an opportunity for you to convince me." ”

The words fell, and there was silence in the carriage for about two blinks of an eye.

"Koend." Prince Juventus did not answer the Duke immediately, but first glanced sideways to the side, and spoke softly.

"What, what's the matter?" Prince Kond looked up.

"Sir Conlot and I didn't say anything about it, and you didn't hear anything."

"When, of course...... Don't I understand this common sense? Hehe. ”

Prince Kohnder didn't want to be too embarrassed in front of the Duke of Conlot, but he didn't dare to disobey Prince Juventus, so he had to purse his lips and nod his head, and then defended himself again, and then forced himself to hold up a disapproving face and turned his head to pretend to look out the window, knowing in his heart that Prince Juventus did not fully trust him.

The Mithril Knight who had been riding over to report on the road had already left from the wheels.

After Prince Juventus gently warned Prince Koend, Duke Conlotte glanced at the fat young man sitting beside him and admonished his second son: "Freud, you too." ”

Freud's initial reaction was the same as that of Coender.

He raised his head a little dazedly, looked at his father with his eyes, and then showed an attitude that was not as face-oriented as that of Koend, but as obedient and honest as a lamb: "Please rest assured, father, although I am not as good as my brother, I will never betray you." ”

As soon as the words were spoken, Freud suddenly noticed that the corners of his father's mouth twitched slightly and ugly, and he immediately raised his hand to cover his mouth, scolding himself in his heart for being so stupid.

The unexpected death of Anthony Durion was a hurdle in the heart of Duke Conlot, and the Duke of the Golantian Plains had clearly not yet overcome it.

Duke Conlotte stared at Floyd with complicated eyes, and the cheeks of his cheeks squirmed, as if he was gritting his teeth.

Soon, however, the Duke collected the sadness and displeasure written on his face, and faced Prince Juventus again with a poker-faced expression, quietly waiting for the royal leader to reply to his answer.

Prince Juventus smiled and gave Prince Asona a look to him.

Prince Asona immediately understood, and then handed a small wooden box with only two index fingers together and a width to Prince Juve, who then handed the small box to the Duke of Conlot.

The small wooden crates could not hold anything larger, the assassins of Ferdia sometimes filled the crates with poison needles or hidden arrows, and some young noble heirs liked to stuff poetic love letters into them to give to the girls they loved.

The Duke of Conlot opened the wooden box that Prince Juventus had given him, took out a roll of secret letters bound with string, then set the box aside, squinted his eyes and buried his head in the slits, and carefully twisted the parchment secret letter with his fingers.

As the seconds passed, his eyes wandered across the slowly unfolded parchment, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"How's it going, Sir Connaught?" Prince Juventus looked at the duke's eyes, and the smile on his lips was full of confidence.

Duke Conlot fell silent.

Until half an hour later.

"The rules of the Game of Thrones, when a nobleman goes to war against another nobleman, he needs a justified casus belli in order to show the other nobles that the so-called justice is on his side." The Duke of Gorantia re-rolled up the parchment and stuffed it back into the wooden box, "However, Her Royal Highness is now the rightful regent, and the reason to save Her Majesty may be ...... for the royal party."

"I understand, Lord Sir." Prince Juventus seems to know what the Duke of Conlot is trying to say, "So our scouts have also found out another piece of information from the royal capital." ”

"What information?"

"The princess of the current regent of the Violet Kingdom, my greedy sister Tiphia, she does not seem to be satisfied with her current position, and plans to poison me and her common father in the near future, and then ascend the throne and be officially crowned the queen of Violet Rowin."

"If I were Her Royal Highness the Princess, I would never be so stupid." The corners of Duke Conlot's mouth lifted, and a sneer was raised, "Are you going to stop your sister?" ”

"Of course not." Prince Juventus waved his hand, not caring, "Although it is a bit ruthless to say this, after all, my father has long been unable to take care of himself, and the gate of the country of death may be a real relief for him, and Tifia's greed will also offer us the most indisputable reason for declaring bell, killing two birds with one stone." ”

"Heh, it's so easy to say! His Royal Highness is a noble breed born in Fairlandez, a wolf destined to peep into the royal power. The Duke's burning gaze locked on the center of Prince Juventus's eyebrows, and he gave two cold applause for the prince's decisiveness and viciousness, "But then again, if Anthony and Freud dare to talk about me in private like this......"

As soon as the conversation changed, Duke Conlott turned half of his face and suddenly turned his gaze to Floyd.

"No, father, my brother and I would never do such a thing to you! At least I can't! Freud was like a frightened fat rabbit, and immediately waved his hand to the Duke of Conlot, for fear that even his own father would not trust him.

Of course, Freud's worries were unnecessary, because the Duke of Conlot didn't have the courage to say it, and he just said it just to see how he would react.

Now, the reaction of the second young master of the Durien family has been seen by Duke Conlot, and the duke smiled with satisfaction, but no one noticed that the light in the depths of his pupils dimmed for a moment, as if he sighed helplessly in his throat.

Prince Kond leaned against the window with his elbows on his chin, his gaze swept out of the window in boredom, although he followed Prince Juve's warning and did not participate in the discussion between Prince Juvent and the Duke of Conlot, but he was always curious about what his brother had shown the Grand Duke of Golantia.

Suddenly, at this moment, another Mithril knight from the ranks of the Knights outside the carriage came from the front of the group on horseback and told him that the negotiations between the Knights and the caravan were over, and the caravan decided to step aside and let the Knights escort the pilgrims first.

Receiving the news from the car window, the Duke of Conlot and the Prince of Juventus immediately stopped talking and looked at each other in unison.

"Let's wait until Orlan gets to talk." Then the Duke of the Golantian Plains proposed.

"That's what I thought, too." Prince Juventus nodded, and asked Kond to lower the small curtains in the carriage.

Then, the axles of the carriage rolled slowly forward as the Order's procession progressed.

The Knights closed the width of the formation and staggered past the caravan on the side of the roadside.

Sitting in the carriage on this side of the caravan, Countess Kalea watched the knights' shiny armor move neatly, and somehow had an instinct in her mind to wonder if it was not just a coincidence that the knights of the Church were escorting the pilgrim procession in the direction of Orran at this time, and there was a suspicious concern in her eyes.

Finn and Lilith sat across from the countess.

The young paladin was much calmer than the countess. He lifted the curtain of the car window, his face was calm, and he watched the clergy of the church ride past him one by one, and the figures of the three "old acquaintances" of the silver lion Roderick, the secretary Miss Natalia, and the executioner Lucas were recognized by him one by one in his eyes...... (To be continued.) )