350 Day 2 (Medium)
Philia is about to be promoted to the Line of Lane as a Major Overseer. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ο½ο½ο½Uο½Eγ info She thinks Frederick has been a little weird lately, but she can't judge anything, because she herself is even more weird.
She wanted to say goodbye to Frederick every moment, and wanted to take his hand before leaving and ask if she had loved. This impulse was suppressed by her gritted teeth, because she wanted to be a neat and neat woman.
As Filia was packing up boxes in the dormitory, there was a soft knock on the door.
Her heart hung in the air, and a face floated in her mind: "Frederick is here!" immediately put down her work and ran to open the door.
The Grand Commander of the Dragoons stood quietly outside the door, smiling kindly, his sharp white beard curled up on his face.
"Daddy?!" Filia was flattered.
"The Line of Lane is an important defense zone against the Fran Empire. Admiral Farina smiled and said, "The military department has arranged a practice banquet for you. I've invited a group of expatriates who are familiar with the intelligence of the Fran Empire, and they can give you important advice. You're leaving, come and have some fun. β
"Okay. Philia bowed her head in agreement. Father rarely cared for her like this.
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Frederick sat in front of Otto, separated only by a table. The interrogation room was simple, with only four walls and heavy chains on Otto's body.
"I'm going to be knighted today. At three o'clock, at the Hofburg Imperial Palace, the ceremony was pompous, the Emperor was present, and I was to be made a First Count under Ferdinand's watchful eye, and I would formally pay my allegiance to the Emperor. Frederick told him what he was coming.
"Congratulations. Otto didn't move.
"If I cut off Ferdinand, will you be loyal to me?" said Frederick, holding a cigarette and striking a match with his head bowed, the butt of which fluttered as he spoke. Then he looked up at Otto: "I mean, since Ferdinand is dead, there is no point in you betraying me again. β
"You're going to do it. Otto hung his head, his long hair hanging from his face.
"You guessed my plan?"
"Of course. My dearest brother, always so romantic, with great ambition, wants to be the master of the world. Otto smiled and raised his head, his immature and beautiful cheeks were pure: "You want to strangle the nightmare, so you don't hesitate to drag countless knights to accompany you into a desperate situation." From the moment you hooked up with the Empress, you went to the end of the ruin. β
"You can't stop me. Frederick tilted his head to look at Otto's ankle: "However, the injury is almost better." Not bad. β
"I know you're going to lose, so I'm not going to stop you. Otto played with the handcuffs and shrugged his shoulders with a smile: "If you die, the royal family will need another person to stabilize the situation in Bafaria." I'm in prison so I'm innocent, and half of the Knights support me, so I'm the best person to succeed to the title. You die, I'm in charge, and I'll take these as generous gifts, brother. β
"Your tongue is really poisoned!" Frederick laughed, walked over and gently pressed Otto's shoulder, and then said softly, "Because of the cover of family affection, people cannot trust their brothers." I've found that a lot of people are facing this dilemma. β
"Trust is not 'gain or loss', but 'willingness to accept even when hurt'. Be prepared to lose to be eligible to have. Otto looked up at his brother, his expression was not in line with the vicissitudes of his age: "That's what I thought when I entered the imperial capital with you." So it's okay if you throw me in a cell, you're suspicious, and I forgive you. β
Frederick nodded, turned and walked out of the interrogation room.
"Has the traitor been found?" asked Otto, looking at his back as Frederick left.
Frederick stood for a second: "It's almost there." He left the conversation and left.
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At noon on the "second day", a horrific fire broke out, foreshadowing ominousness.
On a dry autumn day, a fire broke out in a cluttered workers' quarter, engulfing more than a dozen shacks until the fire station arrived. Hundreds of workers choked and burned to death.
"As we fled, we were confronted by a crowd of assassins armed with musketeers' crossbows who searched for us, and we had to break ourselves into pieces, flee and agree to meet at the Heroes' Tavern. Fortunately, there were no casualties. Lancelot, dressed in smoky linen clothes, knelt before Frederick: "But the thirteen armors and the fifteen swords were all thrown into the burned hut and could not be removed. β
Lancelot and 13 others, disguised as shipwrights and carrying heavy armor and heavy weapons, were all harassed by the sudden fire and assassination, and after escaping from the fire, they immediately rushed to the Heroes' Tavern to assemble. Unkempt and unkempt, standing in the guest rooms of the Heroes' Tavern.
Farragut and 12 high-ranking knights, all dressed in civilian clothes, leaned against the wall and listened. All the attendees made the spacious rooms look cramped.
"Ferdinand has found 13 of you hiding in the workers' ghetto. He wants to weaken you in advance. Frederick stood in front of the window, frowning at the street outside the window. He couldn't see the person watching him, but he felt that his every move was under Ferdinand's control.
"The deadliest thing is that the snow steel armor and heavy sword will not be burned. When the fire department clears the scene, sooner or later the heavy weapons will be found. Lancelot fell to his knees and warned the lord: "The smuggling of heavy weapons of this scale will make the entire Department of Justice and the Judge Advocate General's Department frantically track us down." As long as the weapons in the ruins are exposed to the eyes of the public officials, we, Rune, the weapons hidden in the mines, Ophelia, the people who provided the funds, etc., will all be found out, and this process will only take less than two days. β
"Ferdinand is forcing us dogs to jump over the wall. Frederick breathed heavily, spinning the ring on his ring finger.
"Because of the loss of 13 snow steel armors, the 13 of us can only wear leather armor and thin swords, and play the role of squire, standing in the square, not standing behind you. In other words, we are a full kilometer away from Ferdinand in front of the palace. Most likely, the assassination attempt will fail. Lancelot continued to report the bad news.
Frederick turned and walked to the wall. The wall was covered with white sheets, and Frederick drew on the wall with a charcoal stick: "The knighthood ceremony is held in the upper palace." In front of the palace was the 8-hectare SchΓΆnbrunn Square, and Lancelot, disguised as an attendant, had to retreat to the edge of the square and stand behind the Forbidden Army. Only me and the thirteen knights were able to step onto the red carpet and receive the ceremony. β
"Ferdinand was too far away from me, a full kilometer. Lancelot raised his head and said, "And we didn't have Assassins in the back of the palace, Ferdinand had too many escape routes to choose from. β
"But I was very close to Ferdinand, less than a hundred meters. He would stand in the VIP seat behind the Empress and watch her knight. Frederick drew a circle, "I lead 13 knights, and I can catch up with him at this distance." We are the Execution Group. Knights disguised as squires formed a support group to cover our executions. β
Frederick laid down his charcoal rod and glanced at the knights to listen to their opinions.
"Yes. "Farragut is categorical.
Lancelot touched his stubble and was silent for a while before he said, "There are a lot of loopholes, but there is no time to hesitate." He looked at Frederick: "If you want to do it, you have to do it immediately." There is only one chance, and if we wait for the main force of the Dreadnought Knights to enter the city, we will have no chance of victory. β
"Yes, we have no way back but to move forward. After my arrest, you should not act aggressively, do not cause unplanned losses. Frederick sternly admonished.
"Yes!" a room of people promised in unison.
"You have 1 hour to prepare. Polishing our armor and sharpening our swords, because we can become masters of the world with only the swords in our hands!" Frederick lightly smashed his chest twice and glanced at everyone: "In one hour, the dragoons will assemble at the garrison and sail to Hofburg!"
"As you wish!" the military order thundered. (To be continued.) )