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Terman lost, lost to the Five Hundred Knights, lost to Luos, and lost his own face.

The city of Millin without waves was like a pool of stagnant water, and in this remote rural place, far from the imperial capital, the political center, the life of the nobles was boring. It's like three meals a day that will never change, and I'm so tired that I want to vomit when I see food, but in order to survive, I still have to eat these desperate things.

There are no interesting entertainments, no exciting rumors, every day in the creation of man, and the creation of man, and the creation of man, and the movement of making man from dawn waiting for the night.

But today, a piece of news shook the entire city of Millin like thunder, and Luos, known as the Star of Weststream, was beheaded in Ortrenburg. Luos may not have been a figure in the eyes of the aristocracy, just a name. But behind this name, there is the oldest nobleman in the province of Bell, the Ball family from the city of Xiliu.

The golden aristocracy of Ortlenburg, from the time he took office, was not a man of peace. Everyone had a hunch that this golden nobleman from the imperial capital would one day cause a conflict with the local aristocratic forces, but everyone didn't expect this conflict to come so quickly. The monopoly of goods, the right to operate slaves, and the right to plunder were like three dull punches, and the magnates of the Bell Province were dizzy for a while. While they were still considering the possibility of cooperation and gains, Terman of the Bol family stepped forward and triggered the first round of war.

All the nobles were looking forward to the final outcome of this dispute, and whoever won and who lost would not shake their rule, but would add a little fun to their boring lives. Of course, if Teman can win, that's the best, and failure will make the kid from the imperial capital realize that this is not the imperial capital, this is the countryside, and the nobles in the countryside are not as good as those old men in the imperial capital.

Terman spent 70,000 gold coins, hired a 1,000-strong civilian mercenary group, and also pulled four alliances, plus his own troops, and gathered 6,000 capable warriors to declare war on Ortlenburg.

It's an all-or-nothing war, and winning or losing means that a person in power will be kicked out of the circle of those in power. Many people are not optimistic about Rennes, not because they underestimate his personal ability, but because Ortlenburg is really not a place to stick to. There were no well-trained soldiers, no extra horses, and Wren had been here for less than two months, so he couldn't even get his hands on the city.

On this day, the nobles, who have never moved like hibernation, wake up from hibernation, and in the face of huge entanglements of interests, they are finally about to show their fangs.

If this war were to be placed in three years, Wren's chances of winning the war would have increased considerably, and three years would have been enough for him to raise an army of 5,000 men to fight. But for two months, even though the untouchables were training from morning to night, they were still untouchables, not fighters.

Every qualified soldier is piled up with gold coins, plus plenty of time and training.

Outlaws look fierce, but throwing them into battle may not be as good as those who have just qualified.

War is never a one-man game, it's a collective game.

Joberg was probably the happiest man in all of Millin City, he started the strife, and he was the one who started the war. The bottom line is that no matter who wins or loses, he's a winner. It made him very proud, very complacent, and out of sight, he was celebrating to the fullest.

Three of Joberg's henchmen, who were also lords of the other three cities, were drunk and died with him in a manor outside of Millin. There was only one large bed in the entire empty room, which was large enough for a dozen people to sleep together, and the technicians who were all naked and uncovered were all there. The four men are like masters, and under the service of these dozens of technicians, they enjoy the most **** service.

"Lord Governor, do you think Teman can win?", the one who spoke was the city lord of Bright Moon City, he was not tall, only about one meter and six, his body was a little fat, and he was slightly bald. He was full of fruit, white and greasy, fat and trembling white flesh huddled together. There were five young and beautiful people beside him, sticking out their tongues and constantly roaming over his body, his comfortable eyes narrowed.

Joberg's breathing was a little rapid, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and suddenly he muffled, frowned and shivered twice, before gradually unleashing his features that were huddled together. The technician on the side half-squatted between his legs with a charming eye, swallowed the glucosugar mixture that exuded a strong smell in his mouth, wrapped Joberg's old brother in a hot towel, and two technicians pressed the same hot towel on both sides of Joberg's waist, and Joberg was about to moan in comfort.

He nodded slightly, "Of course...... Hiss, two thousand knights and four thousand infantry, including a thousand shield guards, in terms of strength, enough to bulldoze any city in the province of Bell. Ortrenburg is not a place of warriors, what are the technicians, villains, thieves, murderers, but the absence of warriors is equivalent to an empty city. There's no doubt that Terman can win for sure. ”

Jolberg's words are categorical, as he said, that Ortlenburg has not yet produced warriors, and that it is an "empty city". Those ruffians and hooligans will never be able to win against real soldiers on a frontal battlefield, after all, one is born for war and killing, and the other is only for the oppression of good people, and the combat effectiveness between the two is not on the same line at all.

The other three men paused one after another, and the city lord of Bright Moon City said, "According to what you said, can we prepare for the monopoly?"

Joberg glanced at him, his gaze was more or less calm, "Stop your stupid thoughts for a while, my brother-in-law, the prince of the empire has sent me a letter, the royal family is very interested in the monopoly, and may arrange for someone to come to Bell, and in the end, whether the monopoly will exist or not, and how it exists is yet to be agreed." Don't think about touching this for a short time, and be careful that the royal family remembers your name. He paused, opened his mouth to take in the flesh peeled by a technician, and the juice splashed down his lips between chewing, dripping onto his chest, and being licked off by the technician.

"Wait for the people from the imperial capital to go back, and then talk about these things. Rest assured, the three of you, in Bell Province, no matter what, you are the only ones who are your own people, and I will not forget you if it is good. ”

Another city lord said with some apprehension: "Is the person from the imperial capital going to contact Rennes? What if he happens to run into an opportunity? After all, he made up the monopoly thing, and he knows the situation and means best." ”

Joberg waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, as soon as he is finished, the Chamber of Commerce will post it." The monopoly is all done by the Chamber of Commerce, and they know the situation better than Wren. The only thing left to do now was to wait for Terman to take Ortlenburg and escort Wren to Mirin. ”

Wars between nobles rarely result in the death of nobles, and the death ransom is the supreme charter made by the nobles for the safety of their lives. Defeated nobles lose their territory, but their lives are not threatened. They will be escorted to the capital or the imperial capital, where they will become rich men with no title of nobility but no real power, and they will lie in the glory of the past. Don't think that if you become a nobleman, you won't have any danger, the nobles who starve to death every year are not one or two, and those nobles who don't have any financial resources will eventually disappear into the long river of history and become the nutrients of other lives in this river.

All eyes were focused on the Bol coalition, and privately some casinos opened gambling games for this purpose, using the length of the war as a form of gambling, ranging from the beginning of the day to the fifteenth. Of course, there are also stalls for Rennes to win, and the odds are amazing, reaching 15 to 1. It is said that on the first day that the major casinos in Mirin began to accept gambling chips, someone placed a heavy bet on Wren, a full 35,000 gold coins.

Many people have publicized this as a joke, can Wren win? No joke! This coalition army also carried siege equipment, as well as sufficient food and grass and various equipment, if it were not for the imperial code order prohibiting the carriage of ballistas, maybe Terman would have dismantled the three ballistae on Xiliu City and sent them to the front line together.

In addition to the unanimous trend of downturn for Rennes, there is also an undercurrent of madness.

Not only everyone in Bell Province is paying attention to this war, but the surrounding provinces and even the imperial capital have shown great interest in this war.

The reason is simple, and there is only one, and that is Wren's identity and background. This involves the gold aristocracy, which naturally attracts attention.

In the midst of all the attention, the Boer coalition army had approached Ortlenburg after ten days of marching, and the clouds of war began to gather.

War, on the verge of breaking out!