These are the two elven physicians that His Majesty the Emperor received?

Pei Dinan was slightly concerned in his heart, so he quietly observed the two elves in front of him.

These are two silver elves of very similar appearance, with their race's signature long blond hair and pointed ears, tall and almost impeccable-looking, wearing long white court dresses (or, as it is generally said, noble lady dresses) and emblems with leaf and branch motifs on their chests, which seems to indicate that they also have the transcendent status of the Druid faction......

The most impressive thing is not the beauty and temperament of the two elves, but their sense of "synchronicity" that is closer and more tacit than that of the twin sisters, they speak in unison, and bend down in almost unison, which even gives Archduke Ferdinand the illusion that he is looking at a man and her shadow.

"I've never seen you." Duke Ferdinand Wendell spoke in a nonchalant and reserved tone.

He didn't have to talk too much to the two doctors, especially since the other party was an elven transcendent hired by the royal family, but even if he asked a few more words, no one would question anything.

"You really haven't seen us, because we're not court doctors," the two elves said in unison, and then the slightly taller elf continued, "We just accepted the summons of His Majesty the Emperor. ”

"I see." Ferdinand nodded slightly, then did not pay any attention to the two elves, but turned and continued to walk towards Rosetta Augustus's reception room.

The Emperor summoned physicians temporarily, and although this was uncommon, it was a private matter for the Emperor, and there was no reason for him to be overly concerned about these as the First Duke.

His Majesty the Emperor, who was so eloquent, sat in the large chair at the head of the reception room, waiting for his first duke.

The middle-aged emperor had eagle-sharp eyes, and despite his gloomy temperament and emaciated body, those sharp eyes still made him as formidable as a powerful wolf, and he sat in the chair with a wide backrest, and the light shone from behind the back of the chair, making him disappear in the shadow of the backlight, but after Peddinand entered the room, the middle-aged man who liked to shroud himself in shadow took the initiative to stand up.

"Pei Di Nanqing, I'm so glad you are willing to visit me in this foggy weather."

Ferdinand was stunned for a moment, and looked at Rosetta Augustus in front of him in disbelief.

The Emperor's figure was still emaciated, and his temperament was still a little gloomy, but the eyes that appeared under the short gray curls shone with a clear and wise light, and he stood straight, and although the smile on his face was much diluted by his own gloomy temperament, there was no doubt that His Majesty's mental state was in an unprecedentedly good state.

Ferdinand couldn't remember how long it had been since he had seen Rosetta Augustus's smile, how long had he not seen the other party's completely sober eyes, how long had he not heard the other party call his name in such a relaxed and friendly manner - the crazy curse that had enveloped the Augustus family for more than two hundred years had temporarily faded from this Emperor and His Majesty!?

Rosetta the Great did not seem to notice Ferdinand's momentary astonishment, he smiled and walked to the other chair next to him and sat down, and motioned for Ferdinand to sit down as usual, while speaking, "Do you have anything important to tell me in this foggy weather?" ”

"Yes, Your Majesty," Ferdinand took a breath and sat down in front of the Emperor, "I received intelligence from the border......

He spoke about the information he had received, and carefully observed the change in Rosetta the Great's expression.

- Different from the backward and chaotic country of Ansu, the Typhon Empire has already realized the centralization of the state and the reorganization of the aristocratic system after many successful reforms, although the local nobility is still divided, but the power has been greatly reduced and controlled, and the authority of the entire aristocratic system is in the hands of the royal family, and this kind of great change is the emperor in front of him with the first half of his life to promote.

This centralization made the empire more efficient than ever before, and Duke Ferdinand was so convinced of the monarch who was more than a decade younger than him, and willingly became an active promoter and assistant of the New Deal, but the Duke also knew that there was a huge shadow that always hung over the New Deal, and that was the spiritual problem of the emperor himself, or the spiritual problem that every member of the Augustan family had to face.

As the first duke of the empire, Ferdinand Wendell's mission was to always be an "insurance" for the Augustan family, and he always kept this mission in mind, especially after the implementation of the New Deal.

Rosetta Augustus didn't pay attention to Ferdinand's eyes, he just listened to the content of the information with an indifferent expression, and nodded slightly: "So, Ansu, like Typhon, was also attacked by those monsters. ”

"Your Majesty, those are no ordinary monsters, they may be desecrated things that wander out of the wasteland of Gondor and are what historians call aberrants," Perignan emphasized, Master Delin's heartfelt warning echoing in his mind, "If it is indeed an aberration, then the attack on Winterwolf will only be the beginning—something more serious could happen at any time." ”

"It's time for us to reconsider the war situation with Ansu." Rosetta Augustus said lightly.

"We are facing a common threat, so ......" Peidinan said almost habitually, and it was not until he was halfway out of his sentence that he realized what he had heard, and he looked at His Majesty the Emperor in front of him in dismay, "Your Majesty, what do you mean ......"

"We're facing a common threat, and all of humanity, and even all races, are facing each other, aren't we?" Rosetta smiled gloomily, "All human kingdoms have a long frontier right next to the Gondor wasteland, and those monsters don't think about whether they're attacking Typhon or Ansu when they storm the border. ”

"So we ......," said Duke Perdinand tentatively, "to postpone those plans for the coming year?" ”

"It's not just a postponement, we're going to have to make the preparations more thorough, aren't we?" Rosetta looked into Ferdinand's eyes, "Maybe it's time to re-establish a dialogue with Ansu...... If only that king had the right judgment. ”

Pei Dinan didn't speak, but glanced at the ruler of Typhon in front of him, and the latter responded indifferently: "Pei Dinanqing, I know you are surprised.

"I've been getting too nervous lately, but don't be nervous, I've always been very clear about what I'm doing.

"The curse of Augustus may fall on me eventually, but not now.

"Perhaps, I should find a time to express my condolences to the Earl of Winterhold......"

"It's better for you to get better than anything else, and I'll share the good news with Count Parin," said Ferdinand Wendell, then hesitated for a moment, "Is it because of the two elves?" ”

"They had a personal friendship with House Augustus." Rosetta the Great said casually.

At the same moment, two pieces of information were also placed on the desk of Francis II, King of Ansu.

The old king read the contents of the newspaper as if to engrave every word on it in his mind, and at last he sighed softly, and threw two pieces of light, magically treated parchment into the brazier beside him.

In the city of Saint-Sunil in the depths of winter, the cold wind carried the frost and snow from the northern mountains, whistling between the ancient palace walls and bell towers, and there seemed to be a faint sound of bells coming with the wind, but it could only knock a hazy echo outside the wide and gorgeous crystal windows.

Francis II knew that it was the bell of the Cathedral of the Light—the bell of the Church of the Light rang at least twice as often during the cult-infested winter as it did in the previous winter, and listening to the faint sound of the bell made Francis II feel much calmer.

Prince Edmund, the crown prince of Ansu, stood at the king's desk, looking at the parchment that had gradually turned to ashes in the brazier, and could vaguely make out the words on it: Winterwolf Castle, attack, aberration, warning from Cecil......

"Edmund, do you know what this information means?" Prince Edmund was awakened by the voice of Francis II, and the old king asked seemingly casually as he put his hand on the brazier and roasted it, and asked seemingly casually as he warmed his old cold veins with the power of the fire.

The young prince frowned: "Does it mean that the threats and challenges we have to face are increasing day by day?" ”

"No, that means we've finally got good news," the old king looked up, a little fire shining in his cloudy eyes, "Ansu isn't ready for war yet—but thankfully, it's going to be postponed." ”

Edmund thought for a moment and shook his head slightly, "I don't think that paranoid emperor of Typhon will be shaken by this. ”

"Edmund, you can't just look at the part," the old king shook his head, speaking his judgment, "Rosetta Augustus may not waver, but the council of nobles he formed can also receive information from the border, as well as his first duke, his advisory group...... He may have succeeded in centralizing the royal family, but he still had to compromise with the nobility. ”

Edmund Morn lowered his eyes, blocking out all the changes in his gaze: "Does he want to compromise with the nobles too......"

Francis II raised his eyes and glanced at his favorite heir, but said nothing.

The young prince was too sharp to understand what "compromise" meant to maintain the country, nor did he understand the power and necessity of the traditional aristocracy, but it didn't matter, it was a necessary part of every king's upbringing, and it didn't matter if he didn't understand it now, he would understand it sooner or later.

"Compromise" and "negotiation", an illegitimate son in the past became the king of Ansu with the support of the Duke of the North, and gradually controlled the situation of the entire country, and gradually loosened the shackles around his neck, and had the real king's right to speak, relying on "compromise" and "negotiation".

Compromise on the surface, negotiation in private, exchange of interests in the bones, aristocracy is nothing more than this.

The old king knew that negotiations with Typhon were not far off.

In Cecil's lord's study, a detailed report was sent to Gawain.

Amber leaned over curiously, and she saw the emblems of several technical departments, including the Mechanical Engineering Institute, the Rune Research Institute, and the Military Machinery Research Institute, but what was even more striking was the strange thing drawn on one of the pages.

It has long parallel tracks, a cast metal base, and a "sub-device" labeled "cannonball" that looks like it can be placed in a track, which is something new that has never been seen before.

Miss Half-Elf scratched her hair: "Gawain, what is this?" ”

"A tool for measuring truth," Gawain smiled, "a most effective means of negotiation." ”

(It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't even said the news of animation here-Everyone, the abnormal creature sightings and heard-to-story record is going to be animated, wholly owned by Station B, and the specific situation can be found in my micro. Bo or the public # see ~~)

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