"Nonsense!"

A scolding resounded throughout the room, and it was an extremely young teenager who spoke, looking no more than twenty years old, with a few pimples on his face.

Under him, Ivan, the commander of the Serpent Legion, stood respectfully and without saying a word.

Of course, there is only one reason why Ivan looks honest, and the official level crushes people to death. What's more, the distance between the boy and him is more than one or two levels.

Although the boy was young, he was the youngest Count of the Romanovs, Boris, and the favorite of Princess Catherine.

When Boris saw Ivan's appearance, he felt even more proud, the corners of his eyes squinted, and he asked: "Do you know the importance of Duke Badr to the Empire? Do you know how much preparation the Empire has made to get Duke Badr? If you let him run away with a simple word? If he dies at the hands of Antony, or takes refuge in Rannyrod, how much damage will it cause to the Empire?"

Ivan still didn't say a word, Boris finished counting, and asked, "Where is Duke Badr now?"

"It's... After we were separated from the Giant Forest, there was no news, and my subordinates don't know where he is now?"

Ivan replied respectfully.

"Rubbish!" Boris rebuked dissatisfied.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the house, and a spy waited outside the door.

"Lord Earl, we have received news from Duke Badr. ”

Boris's face changed and he said, "Tell me, where is he?"

"The Duke of Badr is now in the small town of Lyon, in the hands of Lenelode. ”

"Oh no," Boris looked at Ivan and said, "It must have been your virtue that Duke Badr saw it, and he was disappointed in his heart to turn to Rannylord." ”

“.......！”

Ivan is a capital MMP in his heart at the moment, how the hell can you put any pot on my head.

"What shall we do now, Lord Count?"

One of the generals next to Boris asked.

"The army can't march into the south on a large scale, we only have six or seven hundred men on our hands, and Lenelod should be about the same. Now everyone is heading to the small town of Lyon to reclaim the Duke of Badr from Lenilrod's hands. Speaking of this, a grim smile appeared on Count Boris's face.

"At least, he can't be allowed to return to Lennylord alive. ”

"Yes, Lord Count!"

The people in the house obeyed the order, and immediately walked out of the house, commanding the men, leaving only Ivan and his three or two men.

"Legion Commander, what should we do now?"

The hundreds of soldiers of the Serpent Legion all accepted Will's Jinlun, and they wanted to return to the Romanov to be a rich man, but who expected to run into Boris halfway. At this time, when I heard that Boris told them to turn back, I was naturally a hundred unwilling in my heart.

"What the hell else can I do, let's go!" Ivan scolded helplessly.

As the descendant of the deposed crown prince, Ivan is not used to many people in the Romanov Empire. Although Boris was young, he was the head of the mission to the south, and if he disobeyed the order, Boris could behead him on the spot.

When Ivan had gathered hundreds of his soldiers, the Count Boris had already gathered all his soldiers and horses, urging the people around him impatiently.

The sky was full of red clouds, and Count Boris was riding on his horse, but he was all red, and he looked very excited.

Ivan sighed secretly in his heart, Boris was young and vigorous, but he was eager to make meritorious contributions. Is Anthony, the old fox, so easy to deal with?

What worries Ivan even more is that the Duke of Badr, who is extremely deep in the city and unpredictable. Since he intended to let the Serpent Legion leave in the Giant Forest, it at least shows that he is unwilling to let the hundreds of brothers of the Serpent Legion participate in the future.

No matter what his psychology was at the beginning, he was finally a favor and did not let the hundreds of brothers of the Giant Serpent Legion wade into the troubled waters and put themselves in danger.

But now, it's hard to say what will happen!

Ivan sighed secretly and slowly followed with hundreds of soldiers of the Serpent Legion.

.......

Magnificent castle and splendid hall.

The lights are bright, and the hall is filled with melodious singing and dancing. A group of aristocratic men danced on the dance floor with richly dressed ladies in their arms.

At the head was the Duke of Friuli, whose dancing partner was very beautiful. Holding a beautiful woman in his arms, Duke Friuli had a smile on his face, even though he was more than fifty, he looked a lot younger at the moment.

Duke Friuli, who had just suffered a defeat, was completely free of the unhappiness of the previous days at the moment, and his mood was high.

After a dance, Friuli was a little reluctant to let go of the beautiful woman in his arms, and smiled at the oncoming Anthony.

"My principality has always had a deep friendship with the Rannylord Empire, and Lord Anthony has come this time, and what gifts he has brought with him is really out of sight. ”

Anthony smiled, followed Duke Friuli out of the dance floor, and walked to the lounge in the corner of the hall.

"Your Excellency the Duke is really polite. The friendship between your country and the empire can only be measured by a few gifts?"

"Hahaha!" the Duke of Friuli laughed, looking at his dancing partner in front of him scratching his head, a little impatient. "Don't worry, Lord Anthony, the friendship between my principality and the empire is not something that others can shake. I was a little drunk, so I went up and rested. ”

"Then don't bother the Duke. ”

Antony bowed his head slightly, watching Duke Friuli leave.

The banquet in the hall was still going on, and the voices of men and women were whispering. Anthony doesn't like such occasions, and always has to maintain a stereotypical aristocratic appearance, which is extremely hypocritical. Fortunately, the Duke of Friuli had already left, and he stood up and walked out of the hall to the corridor of the corridor, where a cold wind blew.

A dark shadow crept close and fell beneath Anthony.

"What's the matter?"

Anthony asked, with a look on his face.

"Lord Morrigan has news that Duke Badr wants to take refuge with us. At the moment he was in the small town of Lyon, waiting for the arrival of the adults. ”

"Confused!" Anthony said with a hint of anger, "This is obviously that kid's procrastination, he wants to join the empire, does he need to wait until now!"

"Then how should my subordinates deal with Lord Morrigan?"

"Kill!" Anthony's words were cold, and he only said one word lightly, but it was powerful, which made the spies under him frightened.

"Wait!" Anthony stopped his subordinates who wanted to leave, and said, "This is over, and I will leave for Lyon immediately." Presumably now, the Romanovs are also approaching. When the time comes, it's time to solve these two troubles together. ”