"What the hell?" Griffithstone lost his appetite, put down his knife and fork, and glared at his sister angrily across the two-meter table and a candlestick: "What does Major General Claude have to do with Frederick taking care of my career?"

The dragoon commander was tired of the sibling quarrel, and sat majestically at the end of the long table, bowing his head to cut the steak, and scolding Griffith: "My sister only comes home once a week. Pen%Fun%Pavilion www.biquge.info don't quarrel when you meet. ”

When Daddy spoke, Griffith immediately knocked out his teeth and swallowed it in his stomach, and shut up in anger.

Philia triumphantly whitewashed Frederick: "Do you think it was Major General Claude who took care of you? It was Frederick who took care of you! He agreed to Oppenheimer's commutation of his sentence on the condition that Oppenheimer would bite the guard officer into the water in exchange for your innocence." You say, did he do you a great favor? He was the bitter master of the case, and if he hadn't opened his mouth, Major General Claude would not have negotiated terms with Oppenheimer. The next time you see someone, you have to thank them seriously. ”

The dragoon commander saw through Filia's pride at a glance, and poured a basin of cold water over: "In order to curry favor with the military department, he can make peace and compromise with the enemy, he is a poisonous snake." Don't you hate poisonous snakes? Why do you like that kind of person?"

"Ophelia isn't uncomfortable. Filia couldn't argue with a sneer, and tried to speak well for Frederick: "Take 10,000 steps back and say, sacrifice for the truth is called righteous annihilation." ”

"The righteous destruction of relatives is also called the six relatives do not recognize. The white beard of the dragoon commander trembled in the candlelight: "I know exactly what the viper is going to do next. Your brother asked you not to participate for your own good. ”

Filia choked. She obviously wanted to take the opportunity to promote a wave of propaganda for Frederick, but she didn't expect her father to see into her thoughts, because he retorted all the words she didn't have time to say, which made her disappointed and angry, and suddenly stood up aggrievedly, and played arrogantly and unyieldingly: "Obviously, you have been eye-to-eye with him, and Frederick is about to treat the military department as a lover! Why can you get involved, but I can't?"

The dragoon commander suddenly put down his knife and fork, looked up and said to Filia, "Sit down!"

Filia was frightened, but she stood stubbornly, but she realized in horror that her father was angry, and tears rolled down her eyes in fright, sliding over the corners of her mouth.

"Sit down!" the old man's white beard trembled, like the tip of a smooth knife.

Filia was stunned, she sat down with tears in her eyes, and protested in silence, vowing not to speak to her father tonight.

Admiral Farina, the commander of the dragoons, wiped his hands with a napkin and raised his head, the candlelight illuminated his scarred face that was not angry but mighty: "The artillerymen also cherish the shells, even if they get a fever and a cold when rescuing the tarpulin, they will not let the shells be watered by the rain." But do you think they're going to stuff themselves into the chamber of their guns and fly with them to the enemy's position? You're still a child, and you can't tell the difference between 'need' and 'love'. ”

"Hold on...... Hold the cannonballs together...... Is Frederick a cannonball?" Filia asked, forgetting her poisonous oath just now, in a stunned voice.

She looked at her father in the dim candlelight. Father, who did not like the light of the fire, sat alone at the end of the long table, his lips pursed only by the candlestick, and the sharp whiskers and the wide scar that crossed his eyebrows and cheekbones.

"He's a glorious cannonball, he's going to get there for us and keep the artillery safe. It is a tacit and inevitable cooperation between us, Philia, because the national spirit of the Aryans is a battle, an unyielding battle. The king was deaf, and let the Treaty of the Hall of Mirrors ruin the victory, and let Ferdinand's goldenism ruin the society. Our army is still there, but it has surrendered, our system is healthy but corrupt, our honor is not old, and a bunch of capitalists without titles are trying to ride on the heads of the soldiers! Admiral Farina struck himself on the head with a dinner knife: "Debt destroys the king's will, and Ferdinand is corrupting our system. So our country, the disease is in the royal family. To cure this disease, it is necessary to cut the skull and remove the lesions. But it doesn't matter, the king is deaf, it doesn't matter. Even if it is a flowing royal family, we can defend the iron-clad country. But it's not up to us to do it ourselves. Instead, we need someone who is not afraid of death to be cannon fodder, cleanly rip off Ferdinand, and then set up an iron-blooded cabinet to eliminate corruption, and our empire will regain its former glory. And the advantage of using cannon fodder is that we only need to clean up afterwards, and we don't have to be responsible for it, so that the inflammation of the empire can be controlled in the local area, and the lesions can be dug up like a precise surgical operation to heal the country. ”

"The lesion you are talking about ......" Filia shuddered and lost her ability to think, and asked in a low voice, "Do you mean it...... Charlie...... Charles VI bar......"

"The places cut by the scalpel are all lesions. Griffith hastily interrupted his sister and warned her carefully: "You have been a nurse, and you know the sharpness and danger of the scalpel - stay away from it. ”

Filia panicked. She was pressed against the wall by a "scalpel" last night, and the most terrifying thing was that she never forgot it.

"You're not going to tell your hero about this, are you?" said Admiral Farina, whose face suddenly protruded from the darkness, raised his eyebrows and opened his eyes, his white beard cocked, and his skin smiling.

Filia's heart trembled, and she was terrified, for she found herself like a glass man, whose father saw through her heart without reservation, and could not hide any secrets. She was so frightened that the fork fell off the plate, and her head shook with red hair flying: "I won't say it." ”

Frederick knew it. If you tell him this, you will only tarnish your image of being out of the mud and make him think that you are planning something. "Admiral Farina restores his kindness. He was moved with affection.

Filia nodded in a panic and shouted, "I'm full, I'm going back to the station for something." He saluted his father and brother respectively, and then hurried away.

"Did she go warn Frederick?" said Griffith, apprehensively.

"Of course it is. ”

"That's not good...... Griffith hated his sister's stupidity.

When Frederick heard this, he only became ready to stir and sow the seeds of rebellion in his heart, because he was finally sure that the military headquarters would help him. Admiral Farina wiped his lips and calmly dictatorial: "Send Filia's portrait to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and let our military attachés abroad arrange a blind date for her." The conditions should be stricter, and the man's right to inherit the throne must be first. ”

"But the first heirs of the nine electors all have princesses—" Griffith didn't want his sister to marry far away.

"The right to succession is first, which means that if there is a small accident, Filia's husband will be crowned king. Of course, she is not qualified to be the crown princess, but we can make her the princess. The general system insisted on her own opinion: "She inherited her mother's beauty, and the **** will rush to her." ”

"She's not satisfied?"

"Blind date until she tosses and doesn't move. The admiral made a final decision and made a decisive decision: "Once a woman is tired, she will give up, so she won't be able to make a fuss for long." ”

Griffith knew that his father was doing it for Philia's good. But even he couldn't help but slander whether his father was too dictatorial. (To be continued.) )