Sinlos sat down, took the letter from Claude's hand, and looked at it carefully.

The paper was made of the finest white paper from Desmond, but the sender's calligraphy was completely unworthy of the priceless paper. Although every word is full of vitality, with a youthful vitality. But the handwriting was messy and sloppy, and because of the owner's excitement, the words were full of errors and omissions.

Although the letter from a friend made Xinluo very happy, William's Imperial Teacher was afraid that he would be angry to death when he saw what he wrote.

Sinloth chuckled and put down the letter from his friend. The Count's slender fingers tapped lightly on the desk, lost in thought. And Claude just stood quietly by the side, waiting for the master's order.

After a long time, Sinloth opened his eyes.

"Claude, is Matilda of Flender the daughter of the Alfred family?"

"Exactly." The Count's question was clueless, but the butler answered it without hesitation. If Ditohart is better at finding out all kinds of gossip, then Claude is undoubtedly better aware of the genealogy of the various families, "Miss Matilda, Madame de Normandy is the daughter of the contemporary Duke of Alfred. ”

"Well, tell me about the Alfred family."

Sinloth nodded and stopped talking, but listened to the butler's slow narration, and gradually fell into deep thought.

▼ I've been in this world for so long, although I know a lot of people, but Xinlos has never had many friends - I'm afraid William is the only one who can really be regarded as a friend.

There are some things that are destined not to be told to subordinates, relatives and friends. And as a lord. Although he has the authority to kill and take away, the bitterness in it is not something that ordinary people can understand. Human beings are social creatures after all. Sinloth is also eager to communicate with others and play with others. And William, who was in many ways in the same way as him. It became the best choice.

William probably thought the same way.

It's just a letter from a friend, but it contains something that worries Cynlos - William wants to help his wife fight for the authority of England, that is, the inheritance of the Alfred family.

Sinloth still remembers the depressed young man drinking in a Yorkshire tavern in England. William was there at the time, not only because Duke Alfred was his father-in-law, but also because Duke Alfred was his father-in-law.

In the previous decisive battle in the North Sea, the Imperial fleet suffered a crushing defeat. In all fairness, although the final fainting of the water lord himself was the last straw that broke the camel's back. But there was nothing wrong with his tactics themselves. And for this imperial duke who fought to the end and took the initiative to be the queen of the palace, everyone really doesn't want to criticize too much - the water lord has always been one of the rulers of the Capetian family, and his fellow clans are all over the empire. And no matter what kind of mistakes he makes, the majesty of the top wealthy family of the empire must always be taken into account.

The pot must have been carried, and Edward, who took the initiative to avoid the battle and escape, causing the collapse of the imperial flank, was naturally the best target, although he was defended by nobles from the same English background, saying that it was because the Normans attacked too fiercely. The flanks are mostly miscellaneous and do not belong to each other. Edward originally wanted to retreat slowly, but he didn't expect it to end up being a big rout.

After all, he was born in England, and everyone didn't blame the nobles who defended Edward, but directly put the crime on him. Just considering that the other party is dead. And Duke Alfred also fell ill because of this, so he did not make specific punishments for the time being.

Everything is returned to the royal capital, waiting for His Majesty the Emperor to decide.

Regardless of how His Majesty the Emperor, who has not been a councillor for a long time, will deal with this matter. It doesn't matter how the royalists and the Senate are arguing. But there is one thing that must be decided as soon as possible, and that is the choice of the new Duke of Alfred.

The Alfred family was originally primogeniture. It's just that now the eldest son is dead, and the second and third sons are concubines. As for the fourth son, he is still too young to serve the public. In this case, the sons-in-law of the Alfred family began to stir up.

Duke Alfred also had ambitions when he was young, and it is even said that he had the ambition to become the governor of Britannia. It was only later that he was beaten hard a few times by Governor Allen, and as he got older, that he gradually extinguished this thought. But his early years were not without results. The wise and decisive duke promoted the development of the realm, and the wise marriage also strengthened his voice in politics.

It's just that everything comes at a price. And now that he is critically ill, it is time for him to pay the price. Because of some apprehension in his heart, last year His Excellency the Duke wrote to his relatives, hoping that they would be able to send troops to England in order to deal with some unforeseen circumstances.

His Excellency the Duke's worries were inexplicable, after all, although the Imperial fleet was not dominant at that time, it was evenly matched. However, considering the relationship between each other, the sons-in-law, daughters, sons, and daughters-in-law still obediently transferred private soldiers from their territories.

At the moment when he was critically ill, he came to him.

Governor Allen is anxiously trying to reconcile the contradictions between the territory and the remnants of the Imperial Navy, as well as urgently mobilizing the forces of the territory to deal with the possible attack of the Normans, and has no time to worry about it for the time being. In the face of such a great opportunity, who would hesitate?

And William, who had just finished rectifying his territory and was planning to show his ambitions, naturally couldn't let go of such a good opportunity. No one can have too much power and wealth. Everyone else is inviting their allies to join the show. And William didn't have many friends, so he naturally remembered Xinluos.

William knew that there were relatively few standing troops under Sinloth, and that middle-aged men in the territory were even more scarce, so he did not force it. If you can come, you will come, and if you don't come, William will understand. I just hope that Sinloth can sell him a batch of weapons and equipment at a fair price for his friend's sake.

The war with the Normans had already made the weapons and equipment on the market several times more expensive than before. Even the Duke was a little unable to bear this increase. And Desmond's equipment is in every way the weapons on the market.

"This kind of thing must be resolved quickly, at least before the decision of the royal capital comes out...... Duke Alfred ran England for many years. His vassals are still quite loyal. With them, England is not so weak. It makes it easy for others to come in. Now that it seems so, the old duke must have done it on purpose...... He was going to die before he died. Find a suitable heir. ”

"Claude, how many weapons are left in stock...... Oh, well, that's enough. The thought flashed through Sinloth's mind, and the Count's finger tapped on the table, already decided, "Well, when the sea ice is completely melted, send these to William...... Well. The stakes are high, and I'll have Arian Heard and Bismal escort them personally. ”

Xinluo didn't plan to send troops, there were only a few adult males in the territory, and dying one of them would make Xinluo feel distressed for a long time, but he didn't dare to let them go to the battlefield and send them to death casually. Since William also understands his difficulties, it is better to sell him some equipment. Desmond had few soldiers, and the blacksmiths were idle, purely in practice—the efficiency of the small blast furnace and the ancient method of iron-making was simply incomparable.

Deliberately sending the Sunrise Knights under his command also shows the sincerity of Xinluos. The opposite was true of William and Sinloth. He did not lack low-end soldiers and manpower, but rather high-ranking knights. His previous purge was too clean.

And letting Arian Heard go out also just eases the increasingly delicate relationship between the three. Sinloth paused to think. He sighed softly.

……

Luciola finished her morning workout and walked slowly through the castle.

Over the years, she has followed the circus from place to place, in addition to performing and practicing every day. It's just constantly on the road. From the previous location, rush to the next location. And so on. Endlessly. A leisurely life like this now makes the witch a little unaccustomed.

Watch the children laugh every day. It's also a wonderful pleasure to play. Although these little bastards are noisy every day, they are surprisingly not annoying.

The witch walked down the hallway, stretching out her fingers and gently brushing the walls of Desmond Castle, feeling the vicissitudes of life. This ancient castle is slowly radiating vitality under the leadership of its current owner. The castle, which was supposed to slowly decay and fall in the wind and rain, actually ushered in its second spring.

Can the dead still have their own new life, and can their unforgivable sins be forgiven?

Luciola didn't know that although Xanalot had enlightened her, and Andiel often found all sorts of reasons to keep her busy thinking too much. While the witch thanked the two of them in her heart, she was never able to forgive herself in the deepest part of her heart. Obviously talking about love, but pushing each other off the cliff.

Is there a worse woman than this?

It is said that the witch will never find her lover because she is cursed, but Luciola does not think so. Everything was her own choice, and no one ever forced her. Since she has made such a choice, she should naturally bear the corresponding consequences.

The preoccupied witch walked slowly to the ancient portrait. Looking at the portrait of the aristocratic girl in front of her, her eyes gradually blurred. As Blublin said, the person who painted this painting must have loved the woman in it. Even if the original brushwork is outdated now, the oil painting itself has lost its former brilliance. But the love contained in it has never dissipated.

How nice it would be if there was someone who could love me so much?

Luciola was stunned, but she didn't notice that the girl's eyes in the portrait were exuding strange fluctuations. Before Luciola could come back to her senses, the witch disappeared in place in a faint spatial fluctuation.

Luciola was in a trance, and it took a long time for Luciola to come back to her senses. It's just that when the witch saw the situation in front of her, she subconsciously clenched the fan behind her.

"Guests who haven't seen before...... Maybe this time it can really ......"

The old castle is gone, replaced by a verdant lawn. The aristocratic girl in the portrait was originally appearing alive in front of Luciola. The blonde girl had a golden butterfly resting on her shoulder, and the girl sitting on the lawn looked unusually leisurely.

"Who are you and where is this?"

It must have been the other party who used some kind of magic to transfer her here, but if it was a witch or a magician, she should know most of them - the number of magicians is too scarce, and it is not difficult to do this. But the girl in front of her was beautiful and unfamiliar, and Luciola went through it in her mind a few times, but she didn't have any impression.

The blonde girl sat on the grass and sipped tea slowly, with a small chessboard beside her. Seeing Luciola's arrival, the girl stood up reservedly, pulled the corner of her skirt and bowed slightly.

"Ah, I almost forgot to introduce myself." The girl was modest and polite, and seemed to have no malice at all. But for some reason, Luciola felt a boundless coldness.

"My name is Beatori Checastileoni, and you are welcome to my tea party." The girl stood up straight, and her originally soft lip line became more and more hideous.

"Come, enjoy the despair before death with me. Ahh (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and faster!)

ps: Sea cats are really not ordinary difficult to write, especially the second goods don't know the plot at all......