The next morning, after a night of haggling and finally agreeing on all the details of the alliance, Moriarty boarded the Grand Cloud and flew out of Windsor Castle to the farewell of Viscount Salk and the nobles. And from beginning to end, Matil did not show up to see him off.

Sitting in the captain's room, Moriarty, who had not slept all night, looked a little tired, but his face was dignified, as if he had something on his mind. Seeing this, Guderian, who wanted to tease a few words, also obediently shut up, not daring to provoke the boss who was obviously uncertain. Clausewitz, who had stayed on the Great Cloud and never stepped along, just looked up at Moriarty, who had a strange look, and then lowered his head to continue to focus on the magic sand table, and continued to calculate and write on the manuscript paper with a pen.

After the airship took off, it flew directly south, but there was an oppressive silence in the cabin, only the "rustling" paper sound of Moriarty turning over the Chinese book from time to time jumped in the air. After about an hour, the original draft of the agreement presented by Hadro was finally carefully read, and Moriarty let out a slow breath.

"Old Crow, how's the situation in the airspace nearby?"

"One qiē is normal, no trace of a flying demon has been found."

"Well, tell Sù Tony, we don't have to go back to Rhineberg, go straight to Viscount Merrilon's castle." After thinking about it, Moriarty suddenly ordered.

"Your Excellency, are you in a hurry? We've just finished negotiating with Windsor Castle, why don't we go back and take a break? ”

According to the original plan, the goblin airship was supposed to return directly to Rheinberg, but Moriarty would propose to change the itinerary. Out of caution, Clausewitz immediately questioned.

"Hadro. Do you have questions? Failing to respond to the old werewolf's admonition, Moriarty turned to look at the old steward.

"My lord, I am always waiting for your orders." The old man bowed slightly and said without hesitation.

"That's it. On the subject matter of the Quadripartite Alliance, I will speak directly to Viscount Merrilon; As for the details of the agreement, similar to Windsor Castle, it will be left to you. However, in terms of scale, it is more stringent. Now that the alliance has been confirmed by the three parties, Lord McIllan has few leverage. Clapping the written agreement in his hand, Moriarty said slowly.

"Yes, sir. I understand. Hadro nodded knowingly.

Of course, there is another point that the old steward did not say. The reason why he made more concessions in the agreement with Windsor Castle was that Moriarty's own will played a decisive role. What's more, the intimate relationship between his lord and the pearl of Salk can be said to be well known. In this morning's breakfast meeting, there were faint rumors that there was a pair of men and women who had a night party in the glass garden last night. As an "old man" in aristocratic circles. And I saw the look of Moriarty this morning. Where else could Hadro not understand.

"Yes. Excellency. Seeing that Moriarty had made up his mind, the old werewolf on the other side did not say anything more, and sat down in front of the magic sand table again.

And next. There was a silent silence in the airship.

Speaking from the heart, the reason why Moriarty suddenly ordered to fly to Merillan was actually because he didn't think about how to face Heyna, who stayed behind in the Rhine. Regardless of his relationship with Mathil, as far as Hayarna was concerned, Moriarty had actually betrayed her. The sacred oath of the past is now thought of, but it weighs on his heart like a mountain.

Do you really want to make Hayna and Matiel sisters commensurate with each other, respect and love each other?

Hehe, even Moriarty himself can't believe such daydreams.

In the Antagreqi continent, it is only in the "savage countries" of Krulord and Tataglia that there is still such a backward marriage system as "polygamy". And in the three Holy Alliances of Erathia, Bracada, and Avili, even the most powerful person can only have a legally recognized wife. As for the lover-man, it is just a game outside the mainstream, and it cannot be put on the table. Naturally, it was impossible for Moriarty to let either Hayna and Martil be his lover, and even he could not forgive himself.

The only possible solution that Moriarty can think of now is to take advantage of her dual citizenship. To put it simply, he first returned to Bracada and married his fiancée, Haiyuna, as a mage of Azurite City; He then returned to Erathia and entered into another marriage with Mathil as a nobleman of Erathia. In this way, Moriarty married a "local wife" in two different nationalities, at least in terms of legal perfection.

Of course, for such a seemingly absurd solution, it is difficult for normal people to agree. It's just that Viscount Salk couldn't think of a better way after beating a certain "flower thief" last night, so he had to pinch his nose and nod his head to approve that this was not a solution. At least, this is also at the mercy of her baby daughter Matiel, and she doesn't have to watch her grow older and still suffer alone.

It's a pity that the relationship between Matiel and the old man is "better", but what about Hayyna and Uncle Schmidt?

To be honest, Moriarty didn't want to think about it at all, but he had to think about it.

And that's the price of affection.

A few hours later, the Great Cloud flew to its new destination.

From the air, Viscount Merrilon's family castle was also surrounded by demon legions; But in terms of warfare, it was much more severe than Windsor Castle.

"Trough, it's such a 'little rotten castle', this Viscount Merriren is really poor enough!" Lying on the porthole and looking at the "street scene" below, Guderian finally couldn't help but start complaining again.

Indeed, whether it is Windsor Castle, the hereditary hero of the Salk family, or Rhineberg, which is known as the vice-fortress in the southeast of the kingdom, the city of Merriren in front of you is far inferior. Even the Ensberg family's newly built Fort Arte was much thicker and stronger, not to mention the powerful defense built by the Iron Thorn and the Demon Vine, which was incomparable to the old Merriren Castle. So it's no wonder that the silver-bearded dwarves who are "used to seeing" the giant castle of Xiongcheng will gently send the word "poor bi" when they see such a castle that can only be called an ordinary human viscount.

And it is precisely because of the "small fort city" and the lack of city defense facilities that in the battle to resist the fierce siege of the demon, the defenders of McLiren will be so difficult, and their casualties are much higher than those of Windsor and Art. Fortunately, from the cursory view of the airship, the number of human mid-level warriors on the city wall was quite sufficient, so for a while, its city defense system could still continue to support.

"It seems that Viscount McRiren is having a rather difficult time. Hadro, you have more hole cards. Restoring his former calm, Moriarty took a bird's-eye view of the turbulent battle situation below the airship and said lightly.

"I see, Your Excellency." The old steward nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly.

So, also "said hello" downwards with armor-piercing blasting arrows, and then the Great Cloud slowly descended in the city of Merriren amid a tsunami-like cheer. At this stop, the goblin airship stayed directly for three days, and it was not until the early morning of the fourth day that it rose again with the rising sunrise.

"Your Excellency, the alliance agreement with Viscount Merriren has been sorted out, please read it."

In the captain's room, Hadro, who had not closed his eyes for three days and three nights, handed a clearly transcribed written text to Moriarty. However, he himself did not see any tiredness, but stood meticulously at the side of the sovereign, waiting for his questions.

"Good work."

Moriarty nodded, but didn't immediately flip through the agreement.

Although he did not know every detail, Moriarty was also tightly "entangled" by Viscount Merillan for more than three days, constantly explaining and answering all aspects of the alliance. He never imagined that Viscount McRilan, who seemed arrogant on the outside, was actually a "Grande" in his bones. Several times, even the impatient Moriarty almost took the case and left directly, but he finally held back. And he also knew in his heart that his unstable relationship was mostly related to the private affairs of those two women. Therefore, after several introspections, Moriarty simply calmed down and slowly "wrestled" with Viscount Merriren one by one, which can be said to be a move to dismantle and not give up an inch of land. So he had a general idea of the alliance treaty that would eventually be signed.

In this agreement, the Rheinberg side can be said to have won a big victory. In particular, in view of the fact that the battlefield situation of Merillan was far more critical than that of Salk and Ensberg, Hadro, who adhered to the idea of "strictness", directly took the place of his own lord and asked the other party to cede one and a half "lorddoms", a total of 3,000 acres of manor land, to Olympus as war funds.

And for such a "crazy" request, Viscount McRilon, who has always considered himself the boss of Kent, of course, scoffed, and then directly confronted the old steward. But how could Hadro, who also had rich experience in aristocratic struggles and held a good hand of cards, give in, and directly reminded the viscount to go to his own city to relax first, and then come back to negotiate after the wind blows. As a result, the viscount, who was not very broad-minded, almost called on the guards to send the arrogant old man in front of him into the water prison. It's just that when he saw Moriarty on the side slowly getting up, McLilun, who was angry, had to suppress his anger, repelled the guards, and continued to "hand-to-hand combat" with the old steward.

After three days and three nights of "round bombardment", the heads of the nobles of the faction, including Viscount Merriren himself, all appeared on the stage to "fight wits and courage" with Moriarty and Hadrow. During this period, beauty schemes, bitter meat schemes, threats and intimidation and other dramas emerged in endlessly. In the end, due to the heavy pressure of the increasingly fierce demonic attacks outside the castle and the fact that his own hole cards were insufficient, Viscount Merriren had to choose to give in. In addition to a large amount of wartime material support and population delivery, the McIllan family also had to pay up to three "knight collars" to the Rhineberg for labor costs, totaling about 1,000 acres of land.

For this reason, Viscount Merillon's "hatred" for Olympus is no less than that of the demons outside the city. (To be continued......)