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"Hmph, you're a merchant, you didn't expect to learn this at a young age," Camhen's tone sounded a little angry, but his expression barely changed, "Although what you say can impress ordinary people, those who pay for you profiteers, I am completely different from them. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Vittorio he just meant—" Herman was about to speak, but Camhen immediately interrupted him.

"You say all the treasures, are they yours or ours, and what you have is nothing but money and goods, but what I, the Earl of Camhen, have is different! It is the dignity of the people of the Duchy of Magini, the city, and the land that gave birth to us! How can these things be compared with your few broken gold coins?"

Camhen's words also made Fidel realize that it was extremely difficult to convince this very old nobleman, and that the older a person was, the easier it was to identify certain things and stubbornly stick to what he thought he had to hold onto. And in the eyes of Count Canchen, even if the temporary relinquishment of Black Swamp City was part of the plan, he would never do such a thing that would lose his dignity and honor. Fidel didn't know what Vittorio could do, and he himself was helpless in the face of this stubborn old commander, unless the other party said that he would use his sword skills to decide things.

"Captain Fed... What should I do..."Herman was older than Fyl, but he had long been overwhelmed by the might of the Count of Camhen in front of him. And the generals who straightened their backs and did not squint also made Herman sweat profusely, and Herman was suddenly enveloped by a strong sense of shame, as if he had come to persuade these regular troops to surrender to the enemy.

Vittorio took a step further, keeping both Fidel and Herman behind, "Not only did I take all my possessions, but I also killed my own father, Ufus, in order to gain control of the rebel conservatives, and to get a chance to come up with this plan in front of me, which is impossible for anyone with a sense of honor to accept." ”

"You say... That rebel leader Ufus is your own father?" Camphen glanced sideways at the seated generals, two of whom nodded, and Viscount Robin on the other side also nodded.

"I don't think he's my father anymore, what he does will only drag the people of the Duchy of Mageni into the dark abyss, and it is this land and its people who will suffer in the end, so I must kill him, but my plan has failed... Failed to make the rebels who belonged to this land a force to resist the invasion, and their deaths were innocent and worthless. ”

Fidel already knew the reason for Vittorio's plan, but on this occasion he was a little surprised to hear the other person say it again—not at Vittorio's ideals, but at the fact that he was a man of absolute determination. Vittorio has become so indifferent when he talks about killing his father, but the reason is that countless people will talk about it, but they will never contribute in the slightest. In order to achieve his goal, Vittorio did a lot of seemingly incredible things, even if he was doubted and feared by the people around him, he still walked on firmly.

"You killed Ufus to take command of the rebels, and then take those damned poor people who don't even have a good weapon to resist the invading army? Sounds ridiculous! Those poor and crazy people don't think of using their own hands to create wealth and change their fate, but instead pin their hopes on rebellion! How can they listen to what you say?"

"They will," Vittorio said calmly in the face of Camhen's questioning, "they are the people who love this land deeply, their homes, their children, all their possessions are here. Many of the rebels were cornered to join the rebels you are talking about. ”

"I don't think they're cornered. ”

"Then think about it, what do you think when your army sees those ripe wheat?"

Camphen hesitated for a moment before saying, "Now is the critical period of the war, of course the grain must be harvested into the barracks..."

"In previous years, when the harvest was bad, it was thought that the soldiers and nobles, as well as the citizens of the city, must be fed first, but the poor peasants could only get very little money, and the poor ones could only support themselves and live without dignity," Vittorio's clenched fist finally loosened. After the old duke abdicated, the rule of the Duchy of Magini became rotten and dirty, Madame Dourty constantly installed her cronies by her side, those incompetent and mediocre guys spread all over the Black Swamp City, and even the cadets of the Military Academy of the Peace Grave were mostly mediocre. ”

Camhen exhaled hard through his nose, the old count must have known that Vittorio was right, because Camhen was not used to this situation and took the initiative to leave his position. But that doesn't mean he doesn't love the principality and doesn't want to protect it.

"The problems you mentioned do exist, but in any case, they are not a reason for the rebels to rebel!

"But I believe that if I am given a chance, I can lead them back on track!" Vittorio's eyes widened, and his courageous eyes "rushed" into Camhen's heart along with these words, "I am the best graduate of the Military Academy and the youngest cadre of the Rebel Army, and I am confident that I can change them, make them give up their armed struggle, and let them be used by me... As long as we can temporarily borrow the strength of others to expel the enemy who invades us, then we will lose my dignity and everything I have!"

Vittorio's words were loud, and the generals sitting on either side were more or less touched by the young businessman's bold words. Although they were not as good as the Count of Camhen, they were also loyal to the Duchy of Magini, and they did not flee back to their territory and find a way to find a big tree to rely on, but fought with the regular army against the invasion of other countries stronger than themselves. So when Vittorio said "throw everything away", they also began to think in their hearts about how much they could throw away for the revival of the Duchy of Magini.

Camhen was stunned by Vittorio's words for a few seconds, but after all, he was the one who had eaten more than Vittorio for decades, "Very good, I have seen that you are not a businessman with just one mouth, it is very rare for you to have this kind of courage and ambition at your age, no wonder I have an impression of your name, it is worthy of the excellent cadets trained by our military academy... Very well, if there were more students like you who pledged allegiance to the Duchy of Magini, the Duchy of Magini would not have come this far even if a little milk dog was thrown on the duke's throne..."

Fidel could see the earl's dissatisfaction with the Duke of Yannes, but the old earl could not be blamed entirely, after all, everyone thought that the little duke had no talent, just a weak and timid nobleman, just a small sapling that had been sheltered by the old duke, and it would not necessarily grow up.

Vittorio noticed that Camhen was only praising himself and did not agree with his plan, and he immediately "pursued" and said: "A small character like me is also racking his brains to help the Duchy resist foreign enemies, and a big man like Count Camhen will definitely not sit still, right? ”

At this time, some of the generals sitting on both sides raised their heads slightly to look at Camhen, these noble generals gathered with the same purpose were all obedient to Camheng because of the prestige of the Earl of Camhen. But if Count Camham didn't have the confidence to defeat the invaders, or if he didn't have a reasonable strategic plan, they wouldn't sit here and wait to die. Vittorio noticed the generals as he entered the camp, and the generals of the regular army were not discouraged, and they and the Count of Camhen must still be hiding their own strategies, but it was not time to tell them about the three "lobbyists".

"That's right, we can leave our plans aside for now, but what is the general direction of the future of the regular army and the mercenary Patriotic Regiment... Duke Yannis and Count Endrida still want to know about it..."Herman understood, and he immediately echoed, "The head of the field is the new head of the mercenary defense regiment appointed by the Duke of Yannis, so the command of the tens of thousands of mercenaries..."

Count Camhen walked back and forth a few steps before he said, "It turns out that the head of the field has already taken on this great responsibility, so from now on you and I will be commanders of the same position?"

"I'm just a mercenary, and the Earl is a higher-level commander. ”

"I've rarely seen a humble mercenary, but in any case, I've seen Duke Yannis's determination... Of course, this does not rule out that the Endrida guy is behind everything," Camphen returned to his place and drank the wine from his glass, "Mercenaries, merchants and lords, I am not going to tell you my plan here, and my subordinates will not leak anything to you, frankly, I just don't trust you!"

Herman didn't expect the earl in front of him to be so unkind, what a waste of lips and tongues, and Fei De said: "Lord Earl has his own concerns, we can understand it. ”

"But this merchant next to you said it moved me... I can think about the plan you came up with to use the duke-lost capital as bait and throw it to the Winter Guy. However, I declare in advance that even if Black Swamp City is no longer useful, it is still our capital, and it will one day return to the principality. Vittorio, you said you would put all your treasures out and attract them, but you didn't say they would be taken away for nothing, did you?"

"Of course, the treasure will only be kept by the other party temporarily, and I will take it back with interest. ”

"Well, I'll decide here, the control of Black Swamp City will now be handed over to the mercenary chief by your side, I have no opinion on how you want to use this big city, but you must ensure the safety of the citizens... And everything about the Military Academy. ”

"We'll do it. ”

Camphen let his subordinates fill the wine and drank it again, "Ha, anyway, my plan doesn't conflict with yours, I'll just see what Endrida's old fox can do!"