Just as Gray was in the cracks of space, trying to improve himself, Mangis and Richie were still on the path of pain.

"Tomorrow, we will send troops. Take Gustav's capital, Black Dragon. ”

"Tomorrow?" All of a sudden, all the lords present were stunned for a moment, including Irene and Benedict II.

Benedict II hurriedly said, "Your Highness the Lich King, we are not quite ready yet. ”

"If you don't have a deadline, you'll never be ready. In fact, I don't think it would take as many troops to attack Gustav. From what we know from the intelligence, Gustav is already on the verge of collapse internally. Many nobles were ready to defect. ”

"But the agreement between us and them has not yet been fully concluded, especially with regard to the terms of surrender. ”

"There is no need to talk about it anymore. Richie replied firmly: "They who have taken refuge in the Black Dragon and turned their backs on justice are not qualified to negotiate any terms with us. You can rest assured. When our army reaches the bottom of their walls, they will give up all conditions and choose to surrender. ”

"But that's not what we had planned. ”

"And what was our original plan?"

Benedict II's expression froze suddenly, and he stared blankly at Richie, or "Gray".

After a while, Benedict II came to his senses, glanced at the lords standing beside him, pursed his lips and said embarrassedly: "We talked about this topic before, Your Highness the Lich King, you want to minimize the casualties as much as possible, and avoid the losses caused by the war as much as possible. You also say...... He also said that the vast majority of people are only blinded, and they are not our real enemies. ”

Everyone was watching Richie in silence.

Richie seemed to waver a little in the face of that gaze, but it was only for a moment. Soon, he said firmly, "I have changed my mind." We've spent too much time on this pointless bargain, and it's not worth it. We should take a more resolute approach, such as the direct threat of force against them. When their lives are threatened, I have every reason to believe that the cowardly nobles will quickly change their minds in the face of the threat of force. ”

The lords all looked at Richie in amazement, unable to believe their ears.

Irene's eyes widened slightly.

The hall was silent, except for the fire in the brazier. The firelight reflected the faces of the lords, as well as the dark gray armor on Richie's body, which was identical to his father's.

"Can't I change my mind?" asked Ritchie.

"No, of course. Benedict II smiled reluctantly and replied, "As long as you think the Lich King is right, of course we will support it very strongly." You've been right all along, haven't you?"

"Yes, of course we do. ”

"Why not?"

"We are sure to support your decision, Your Highness the Lich King. ”

That was said, but the lords looked at each other one by one, their eyes flickering.

Irene looked at Richie's gaze, and her doubts were getting thicker and thicker. Even Richie could feel that suspicion clearly.

"Good. Avoiding Irene's gaze, Richie stood up with the arm of the stone chair and said seriously, "Since you all agree, then, now you go back and act immediately." You have a night's time to prepare, and you must be ready before dawn tomorrow. Can you do it?"

"Time is a bit tight, but ...... It can be done. King Barnett III nodded hesitantly.

"It can be done. ”

"Yes. ”

"When...... Of course. ”

The other lords nodded their heads.

"In that case, then you should go back first. Start preparing now. ”

"Yes, do as you command, Your Highness. ”

Saluting to Gray, the lords stepped back one by one and turned to leave.

Only Ireen stood still, staring blankly at Richie.

"What's the matter?" Irene ......" to the "auntie" on the side of her mouth, Richie quickly swallowed back. Probably to cover it up, Richie coughed dryly twice.

But as we all know, lichs don't have a trachea, they don't even have an esophagus, and it's impossible to cough.

All of a sudden, the eyes of the lords who had just walked a few steps away were all attracted.

"What's the matter? Why don't you go now?," Rich urged.

The tone was noticeably heavier, different from what it used to be. The lords were all stunned, nodded hurriedly, and left in a hurry. Only Ireen was left stunned, staring at Richie.

Soon, the lords all left the hall.

In the dark, deserted hall, only Richie and Irene remained. The atmosphere was a little weird.

"What's wrong?" asked Richie, "Are you ready?"

"You're not Gray. Irene said bluntly.

Suddenly, Richie froze.

The next moment, he hurriedly said, "Of course I'm Gray, I don't know what you're talking about." ”

"No, you're not Gray. Irene stepped back step by step, smiled and whispered, "You're definitely not Gray, I'm too familiar with Gray." Whether it's the tone or the content, you're definitely not him. You're just wearing the same armor as him. ”

The soul fire in Richie's eyes flickered wildly, and his hand trembled slightly, and he could only resolutely emphasize again: "I am Gray." ”

"You're not. Let the real Gray tell me what's going on. I know you're having a problem, and I want to know what's going on. Or if you'd like to tell me. Holding the hilt of her sword in her hand, Irene stepped back to the door and turned to leave.

Richie stared blankly at the half-open door and stood dumbfounded.

......

Holding on to the hilt of her sword, Irene walked briskly down the circular staircase, her eyes scanning around warily.

In the blink of an eye, she had arrived at the gate of the castle.

The lords standing outside the door hadn't even mounted their horses, and they all looked towards Irene one by one.

"Let's go. Then he said that Irene, who had mounted her horse, shook the reins and left.

......

"Do you need to find a way to shut her up?" said Sarina's figure quietly behind Richie.

"She had a vow with her father. Richie replied softly.

"But not with you. ”

"Are you tempting me with your demonic tricks!" Richie roared.

Sarina was so frightened that she hurriedly lowered her head and shrank aside: "I'm sorry!"

Unable to tell whether it was anger, fear, or helplessness, Richie's body trembled slightly, looking at Sarina. The soul fire in his eyes was burning.

Delia quietly appeared on the other side, standing motionless.

After a moment, Richie relaxed a little and whispered, "Let's go see Uncle Brutus." ”

"What are you going to see him for?" asked Delia in a low voice.

"You will know when you see it. With that, Richie hurried out the door.