You'll never hear the words "I refuse" from their mouths, and you'll never hear the words "I refuse" from them, and you'll never get an inheritance document denied. There are many excuses for delay: I am sick, there are no free horses at the post station, the weather has been bad recently, a certain section of the road leading to the capital has collapsed, and the person who delivered the documents has something at home and has not yet returned to work...... Only you can't think of it, and no other party can't say it.

Many officials will put the blame on the king, "The document has been sent to the capital, and as for when His Majesty will approve it, I can't say well." With such a fluttering sentence, a forty-year-old middle-aged man can be boiled into a white-haired old man, and perhaps before he dies, he can get the long-awaited approved knighthood inheritance document, close his eyes with unspeakable regret and confusion, and hand over the same arduous and difficult task to the next generation.

This is definitely not a joke, but reality.

Of course, if you want to become a legal nobleman as soon as possible, it's not impossible.

Most directly, as long as the magistrate who handles the documents is happy, then all the difficulties are not a problem, they are all trivial.

Let's not play false, if you like a woman, you will send a few beautiful girls, if you like money, you will send him a box of gold pounds, in short, there is not much difference between people, I basically like what you like, as long as I feel comfortable and satisfied, as little as a week, more than half a month, you can get everything passed down from your ancestors.

Elizabeth knows the truth very well, she will not say it, she only needs a little dialing, with the old baron's rich experience, it is not difficult to understand her subtext.

His father had passed away the year before, and the Elpsoe family's inheritance declaration was sent to the county warden's office the second week after the burial. At that time, Elizabeth was a little girl who didn't know anything, she only knew that several brothers and sisters in the family were in charge, and they quarreled every day over who would inherit the title of earl, and then it simply turned into a fight.

Spending money to hire someone to carry out the assassination was done by the second brother first, followed by the fourth sister. These family heirs with different succession orders seem to have opened their minds overnight, and they all understand the truth that "only when the competitor dies can the problem be completely solved". It was because of the chaos at home that Bonnard escaped from his home with Elizabeth and stumbled to the north of the continent.

The goddess of fate is obviously not the only god who rules this world, and the god of banter is certainly among them. Tianhao prepared a number of plans for Elizabeth, she hired Rajesh's armed team from Eptown all the way to Dorset, heard unexpected good news———— the internal strife of the Elpsso family has not ended, the young master and the young lady are still fighting over who will inherit the title, in order to get official recognition, they have submitted inheritance application documents to the county guard, a total of as many as sixteen.

Baron Black was an easy-going old man who would not be deliberately suppressed, let alone be frustrated by other officials and delay the verification of documents for years. The only thing he could do was to hold the application papers on hold until the Elpso family had a final result in the internal struggle to determine who would become the new earl, and then send the documents to the capital and give them to the king for signature.

The old baron had heard Elizabeth's name, and she was the daughter of the old earl, unloved, and the kind that came down in line.

No way, the dead old Count Elpsso has amazing fertility, like a hard planter. The phrase "liking women" is a taboo in aristocratic circles, but as long as it is said that "he or she has many children", everyone can understand it.

Elizabeth smiled, opened her handbag again, and pulled out a brand new inheritance application document and placed it on the table. Although he already knew the contents, Blake flipped through them, and sure enough, he saw Elizabeth's name in the applicant section on the second page of the document.

"I have sixteen such documents in my hand, and with the current one, there are seventeen in total." The old baron reminded her earnestly.

"I have the right to inherit my father's legacy." Elizabeth puffed up her chest and showed a solemn expression on her carefully groomed face: "I will reproduce the glory of the Elpso family." ”

The old baron looked at her quietly, thought for a long time, and slowly opened his lips: "What is the attitude of your family towards this matter?" ”

"Everybody's fighting." Elizabeth did not hide her way on the issue: "If they had won, I would have died a terrible death." ”

Blake chuckled and shook his head slowly, "You can leave Dorsetshire." ”

He casually pointed to the jewelry box on the table: "This diamond can make you live a happy life, and you will have no worries about food and clothing." ”

"It's not what I want." The aristocratic maiden has a resolute attitude, and she feels like a fighter who has stood to her ground at the moment: "The Elpsel family has been on the road to destruction for a long time. The meaning of nobility is not only superiority, but also responsibility. Lord Gumari, you are a heraldic scholar, and the coat of arms itself represents the merits of the family. Whether it is a gorse or a lily, a partridge or an eagle, it is all obtained by ancestors through strength and hard work. And they ...... Those older brothers and sisters of mine, what will they do? What can they do? ”

The old baron couldn't help but be a little moved.

It was the first time he had heard such a thing, and he was a young girl. Her temperament is elegant and well-behaved, and in this chaotic era when almost all women are concerned about their personal appearance, she is so noble with a sense of responsibility, she instantly overshadows the countless heights of other family heirs.

“…… Well, you convinced me. The old baron moved his gaze to the document, the smile on his face was gone, and was replaced by extreme seriousness: "I will sign it now, and send someone to send the document to the capital early tomorrow morning." ”

Elizabeth left her seat and walked slowly to the old baron, she pulled the hem of her skirt with both hands, and respectfully performed an audience etiquette, which Blake was familiar with, and he smiled and stretched out his wrinkled right hand, and watched the girl hold it like a treasure, and kiss it lightly on the back of his hand.

This is the highest courtesy for the inferior to show respect for the superior.

"You have earned my respect. I promise that the Elpso family will be your forever friend. ”

……

Suolongguan, the command post of the coalition forces.

It's a makeshift giant tent. The shelves are made of wood and lightweight, hollow steel pipes, covered with thick fabrics, nailed to the corners with steel drills, and a variety of interior decorations, which look magnificent, simple and practical.

Tables and chairs are arranged in a circle along the sides of the poles in the center of the tent. The servants had been busy since the previous evening———— hens were emptied and stuffed with various fillings, and roasted over a slow fire; Puff pastry pies must be made with good pork; The two calves slaughtered in the middle of the night must be disposed of as soon as possible, otherwise the tender loin will be aged and difficult to chew; The foie gras is not fresh when it is transported long distances in jars, but it can barely be served with black truffles; Salmon and sturgeon must be suffocated with milk so that the resulting steak is not fishy and delicious.

It was a sumptuous feast, and although it was held not far from the battlefield, there were no objections to the attendees who were qualified to enter the tent. They felt that by doing so, they would be able to demonstrate their courage and prove themselves to be the best and most courageous commanders.

Marquis Alfred raised his goblet with red wine and stood up, with a warm smile on his middle-aged face: "Everyone, let's have a toast." ”

No one would refuse such an offer, especially at the beginning of the party. Regardless of one's state of mind, the tent resounded with a sparse response, full of sarcasm, ridicule, contempt, and arrogance...... All kinds of emotions are buried deep in people's hearts, at least they can't be seen or heard from their faces.

This is not the first time that the five kingdoms have acted together, similar acts have occurred many times in history, but only yesterday afternoon did the kingdom coalition achieve a real military victory over the northern barbarians for the first time.

Six thousand four hundred and sixty-seven people were killed in battle, and six thousand and one people were wounded (seriously wounded, but alive). The coalition forces took control of the battlefield, collected the corpses of all the barbarians, and hung the bodies and heads of these huge monsters on wooden poles in the rear camp, or crucified them, and stood on both sides of the road leading to the hinterland of the kingdom.

Such an exchange was a real victory for the first time in the history of Kingdom Wars.

Among these high-ranking nobles, the Duke of Calis appeared very young. Dukes in their thirties are not uncommon, but there are very few military experts like him. He waited patiently until the crowd took turns toasting three times, and the smell of alcohol was permeating the tent, before he got out of his chair and stood up, his hands propped on the table, and looked around with eagle-like eyes.

"This party should have ended sooner, we still have a lot of things to do." He did not hide his intentions: "Yesterday afternoon, the Golden Lily Kingdom took the lead, and according to the previous agreement, it was the turn of the Saxon Kingdom. ”

The coalition must not be disrupted and reorganized, nor can more than two kingdom armies appear on the battlefield against the barbarians at the same time. This is the conclusion that successive kings have drawn from the bitter lessons of blood. If you win, it's just that, as long as there is a slight hint of possible defeat, no one will care about friendly forces at that time, how far to run, and how far to run is the key to preserving strength.

It was fair to draw lots to determine the order in which the armies of each country would enter the war, and it was unanimously agreed upon by all kings.

The chubby Marquis Ingram stood up, and he casually threw a gnawed bone on the ground, expressing his inner arrogance in this way: "We are the descendants of the god of war and the god of thunder, we never shirk our responsibilities, and in this war that will decide the fate of the continent, we will prove everything with blood and courage." ”

He immediately picked up the wine glass, his eyes widened, and his fat face with large pores turned red due to the stimulation of alcohol: "To the king!" ”

Such a toast could not be refused, and despite some reluctance on the part of the nobles, they raised their glasses, and a thin sound of adherence sounded.

Duke Calis stared at Ingram with a gloomy gaze, watching him drink the glass of wine in one gulp: "You better drink less, and almost go out to gather the army, we will wait for you, and you can drink as much as you want when you come back in the evening." ”

Ingram felt contempt and contempt in these words, and he glared at Calis, and the hot blood rushed to the top of his head with the alcohol, but fortunately, the adjutant sitting next to him noticed the abnormality, and quickly pulled him hard, and the two of them stumbled out of the tent, which did not turn into a farce of quarrels and fights.

Calis has always looked down on Ingram. This pig-sized guy is a wreck, a favorite of the king who climbed to the position of commander of the army through nepotism. The Saxon kingdom was not unavailable, and there were even several generals whom Calis was extremely respected. There is no way, he made too many military exploits in his early years, and he was naturally suspicious of the king, and it would be very good to have a spare job to stay at home and retire for the rest of his life, and the king would not release these people from the cage and threaten his position no matter what.

The first battle is very important, it was won yesterday afternoon, those barbarians already know how powerful, they must be busy discussing countermeasures now, Ingram is a cheap choice, the barbarians on the lock dragon pass have a very low chance of fighting, this damn fat man can come back safely as long as he sits in the position with his army for an afternoon, and by the way, he can get the battle merit.

Many people share the same grievances as Calis, but there is nothing they can do. The order of the draw has been decided long before leaving the station, and it is the principle of the nobility to promise and keep the word, although many nobles will prevaricate under various excuses, but this must not be done now.

The curtain at the entrance to the tent was open, and Calis glanced at the fat figure that had shrunk in the distance, and he forced himself to withdraw his gaze, nodding to the Marquis of Alfred, who was sitting opposite, and then focusing his gaze on a middle-aged man sitting under the tent seat.

It was a thin man in a black clergyman's robe, with a wide forehead and deep-set eye sockets, he always looked up, but he didn't give the impression of arrogance, and a smile neutralized the hard contours of his face, a little serious, but not the cold type that was difficult to approach.

"I propose a glass to Father Perias." Duke Calis raised his glass and uttered a loud voice that was very different from the previous one: "He is our greatest hero. ”

There are still some people who are reluctant, but the corresponding volume is obviously much higher than before, which shows that a considerable number of people are sincere.

“…… Thank you......" Perias was very uncomfortable with this kind of occasion, he quickly stood up, a little nervous, and stammered: "Thank you, thank you, thank you, ......"

Calis walked out from behind the table with a wine glass in his hand, walked up to Perias, smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be humble, we see everything you do." Father, without your help, we would not have been able to achieve such brilliant results. ”

Perias gradually calmed down, and his speech became sleek and dramatic: "This is the guidance of the Holy Lord, and all glory is to the gods. ”

The Holy See holds many secrets of this world.

Strictly speaking, Perias had a far less understanding of theology than he did about the "occult".