That night, another black crow flew into Glynko's Raven Tower, and the soldier in charge of receiving the letter had just finished eating and was about to run in the direction of the communication room.

"This letter seems to have been passed from the Kingdom of Kosai before, and it still needs to be seen by the Prime Minister of the Empire. The soldier held the big black crow in his left hand and handed the letter to the servant in front of him with his right hand.

"By the way, you've already handed over the afternoon letter to the Prime Minister, haven't you?" the soldier asked the palace servant, dressed in fine clothes.

"This is the villain's business, it has already been handed over to the Prime Minister, and he asked the young one to come to the tower again tonight to see if he will receive any other crow letters," the servant carefully tucked away the letter that had just been handed over, and kept the small bag with his hand, "The Prime Minister is really like a god, and the little one really has a letter to convey when he first comes." ”

The soldier in charge of guarding the letter building nodded, but he didn't say anything, and took the black fat crow in his arms and went back in the direction of the tower where the letter was received, as if in his eyes, the crow was more important than the letter received.

The soldier put the fat crow in his arms into the cage that collected the crows that flew from the kingdom of Kosai, and the crows were about to burst the cage. He looked at the other crow that had arrived this afternoon, and with his many years of experience in raising crows and receiving letters, he could probably guess that the crow that had come earlier had flown from the Republic of Marvil—with withered feathers and sand. But this soldier never cared about what was written in the letter, and the attentive Prime Minister could see whether the letter had been opened every time, and the person with many hands, mouths and crooked brains always ended nothing, which is why the tower that was originally responsible for receiving the letter by two people has now become the only one.

"Colin has only passed the news over now, you come and see. Hollow, the Imperial Prime Minister in the Prime Minister's Building, handed the letter he had just received to his son Carlos, and he returned to his seat and continued to work on the various working papers.

"Father, Colin's meaning is very simple, they have determined that they will take the ruined city on the border between the two countries early tomorrow morning and launch a sneak attack on the City of Honor," Carlos, who is Chinese New Year's Eve two years old today, is the leader of the Lightning Knights of the Oguna Empire, and of course his father's relationship is indispensable to becoming the leader of the Knights at such a young age, "Originally, this letter was not different from the letter he had been contacting us before, but counting the letter he received this afternoon"

"This morning's letter is more valuable than Colin's," said Prime Minister Hollow, opening another letter, signed "Peace-loving Messenger of the Republic," "and the writer of this letter has thought so much and more that we can count it out." ”

"Father, could it be that you are mistaken?"

Hollow put down the pen in his hand, and he gently closed the work file he was going to work on today and put it neatly aside. The Prime Minister's Building, which had only a few candles, was dim, but the seriousness on the face of the Prime Minister in his fifties was still easy to see.

Carlos, who noticed the gaffe, immediately stood up, bowed deeply to Prime Minister Hollow, and said, "Father, please command." ”

The prime minister handed the document on top to his son, "You personally hand over this document to the Earl of the 'Silver Hand', and there should be no mistakes. ”

Carlos took the papers with both hands and nodded. Someone else would have asked why he didn't let the crow deliver the letter, but Carlos knew his father's character - there was no living creature worthy of his trust, and he had no choice but to do it himself.

"Is Count Kevin really trustworthy?, we've come to this point in Greencord?!" Carlos couldn't help but ask the question he wanted to ask, though he bowed deeply as soon as he finished.

Prime Minister Hollow did not answer his son's question, he quickly wrote a small note and handed it to Carlos.

"Send two copies of the words on this note to the Deputy Prime Minister and Lady Gloria. ”

"That damn witch"

"Have you forgotten how to control your tongue?" the prime minister rebuked his son without raising his head, waving his hand to signal the other to leave his room, and Carlos had to bow deeply again and step back, only to turn and pull the door until he hit the wooden door of the room.

Hollow got up and walked to the terrace of the Prime Minister's Building, where he didn't have to look to know that there were several pairs of eyes and ears "waiting" for him, and he was just looking at the scene inside Greencoe. The Prime Minister's Building is a very tall building in the Imperial Palace, so you can enjoy a panoramic view of the capital. He didn't worry about his son's immaturity, because even if there was a case, his son would be able to get out of here.

But I can't, there are thousands of "sons" here. The prime minister thought to himself.

After Carlos left the Prime Minister's Building, he walked directly in the direction of the Lightning Knights' regimental camp, and he was still thinking about whether to send the note to the Deputy Prime Minister tonight, after all, the other party used to be on their side - now it seems that he doesn't know what position he stands on, a bit like a cloud, moving with the wind, but will this incident in the Kosai Kingdom be an opportunity to bring him back?

Soon another question took over his brain. "Silver Hand" Kevin has been away from the imperial capital for so long, will he be ignorant of what has happened to Grimmko in the past six months? Although his father has a close relationship with Count Kevin, is a general who has been stationed on the border for so long really trustworthy?

That's when something unexpected happened. "Silver Hand" Kevin was actually in front of him, smiling and walking towards him.

Earl Kevin wears a full suit of chain mail, and the silver prosthetic leg on his right arm is his most iconic item.

"Carlos nephew, I'm your Uncle Kevin!" Kevin "Silver Hand" is only forty-three years old, but he has worked with Hollow for many years, has the same political views, and has long become close friends. It's just that Carlos was still fighting in other parts of the empire at that time, so he was not very familiar with this "uncle".

"It's Uncle Kevin!" Carlos touched the letter with his hand, glad he didn't have to go so far across the border to deliver the letter, "It's been a long time, Uncle is still so high-spirited!" Carlos didn't know what adjectives to use, so he had to be casually polite.

"You've grown up!"

"By the way, uncle, why did you come back to Greencore?"

"Oh, my own daughter is going to marry a big businessman here the day after tomorrow, so I came back to attend the wedding. ”

Carlos wondered in his heart, he never seemed to know that Count Kevin had a daughter, but of course he wouldn't show it, because he still wanted to be close to each other.

"That's right, congratulations," Carlos began to pull out the letter from his clothes that had been asked to be delivered to Kevin, the "Silver Hand", "There's a document here, it's my father, no, no, the Prime Minister said he wanted to give it to you, since you're back in the capital, it's just right!" the head of the Order handed the letter with both hands.

"Silver Hand" Kevin tried to reach out for his right hand, but he immediately retracted his right hand and took the document with his left hand.

"No problem, please pay tribute to the Prime Minister on my behalf. Kevin bowed slightly, and Carlos immediately bowed deeply in return, but when he looked up, Kevin, the "Silver Hand", didn't know where to go.

"This man really seems to only be able to fight, and he doesn't have any of the etiquette and politeness that an empire should have!" Carlos muttered to himself, but by this time he was already at ease, because his father's mission had been successfully completed. Humming a little song, he headed back in the direction of the Knights' camp, his steps as light as if they were about to float.

After Kevin left, he walked directly to the Cathedral of the Holy Light in Glencor, which was not lit with even a single candle, and the moonlight outside passed through the window of the church, illuminating the two people standing in front of the statue of the Holy Maiden, one wearing mercenary clothes and the other wearing the bishop's robe, kneeling on the ground and bowing his head in prayer.

Kevin walked in front of the two people, and the moment he put the prosthetic leg of his right hand into his trouser pocket, the prosthetic leg of the silver hand changed back to an ordinary arm, and the "silver hand" Kevin also changed from the appearance of a middle-aged man to a delicate girl. God knows what kind of magical sorcery it was, and a knight who had been an old-fashioned knight was immediately transformed into a lovely girl with a smile like a flower, and the full set of chain mail on her body became a black robe, just like the clothes worn by the three mage heirs.

"Well done, Felisty. The person dressed as a mercenary was none other than Delia, the leader of the two-color blade mercenary group, her left hand rested on the hilt of the long sword at her waist, and her right hand stretched out to take the letter from the other party. She opened it and took a closer look, and stood in front of the statue of the Virgin in the center of the cathedral, as if she had been guarding it.

"I'm finally going to come in handy!" the black-robed girl Felisty wore a red-haired shawl, and her long bangs were about to cover her slender eyebrows, and she was only seventeen years old and smiled because she had successfully completed the task, and the temperament of the girl next door was undoubtedly revealed.

"Sister," Delia closed the letter after reading it, and handed it to the woman kneeling in front of the statue of the Holy Maiden in a whispered prayer, "Chancellor Hollow's plan is really exactly what you say. ”

The closed eyes of the Imperial High Priest Golia, who was wearing a hood robe, slowly opened, her facial features were almost the same as those of Delia standing beside her, but there was a little more tenderness between her eyebrows and eyes, and there was no gardenia tattoo on her neck, "No need, you can send the letter to the 'Silver Hand', so as not to make Hollo suspicious." ”

Gloria stood up slowly, her cloak could not hide her slender figure, and there was no trace of her face as a thirty-seven-year-old woman.

"If only Ben Nicot were here," said Golia, turning to her sister and the red-haired girl, "then he would see for himself how I accomplished my mission, and even Cat's Eye would agree with me once again." ”