179. On the eve of the Great War, all sides reacted

That man used to be a mercenary, but now he has become a powerful figure in the future of the country. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The people adored him and loved him madly, the bards sang the praises of his exploits and the strength of his countless exploits, the women fell for his stunning face and grace, the soldiers looked upon him as an idol and a goal to strive for, and even the nobles of the kingdom of Sibai had to bow their noble heads in the face of this impeccable man.

That's the hero Reinhardt, a young, rising star.

There seemed to be a layer of brilliance shining on his body, and people couldn't help but want to follow him, follow him, and see what kind of future he could create.

At this moment, the glittering man sat with a large group of officers, discussing the coming war.

"We have only one goal, and that is Almac. Reinhardt said in an unusually firm tone.

"But Your Excellency, the Kingdom of France will not turn a blind eye to our actions. A high-ranking officer said solemnly and respectfully: "After many years of war, our national strength is weaker than that rich kingdom after all, and if there is a war, the situation will be unfavorable to our country." ”

"So that's the point. The silver-haired hero smiled confidently, "We have always thought that as the suzerain, the Kingdom of France will definitely protect its vassals, but is this really the case?"

"You mean ......" the officer who had previously made an opinion had a bright eye.

"For these disobedient little principalities in the south, presumably the supreme of the Kingdom of Fran must also be very troubled. Reinhardt recounted his thoughts: "Needless to say, I have experienced a shameful defeat there, and I know the situation there very well, since the Lindenwan Rebellion a few decades ago, the rule of the French royal family over the southern principalities has become a real myth, and if the small countries were to be taught a lesson, or even to make an example of the monkeys, His Majesty the King of France would be happy to see such a thing happen." ”

"But that's ...... Traitor ......," the officer said calmly.

"You still don't understand that country, for the big men of Fran, the right is the most important thing, the so-called state, the so-called dignity, everything is an accessory to the right, everything...... They can all be sold. ”

Thinking of the various humiliations he suffered in that country because of his status as a mercenary, Reinhardt smiled slightly, and continued: "I said that our goal is always only one, and that is Almac, and everything else is meaningless, and the French side will not want to continue the pointless battle, it is not in their interest. ”

"So ......," said the silver-haired hero, holding out a finger: "It's the speed that counts, and if we quickly defeat Almac before Fran's reinforcements arrive, we'll be victorious." ”

"In this way, we will be able to completely cleanse Her Majesty and the humiliation suffered by my Kingdom of Xibai!!"

"Long live Sibai!!"

"For Her Majesty's Glory!!"

"For the Kingdom!!"

"Bloodbath Almac!!"

Enthusiastic shouts rang out all around.

Reinhardt joined them in shouting slogans.

After the adjournment of the meeting.

These are either from the commoners, or the hereditary nobles of the officers left the conference room in twos and threes, for the West Worship just after the end of the war, it is not uncommon for civilian officers to be promoted during the war, and the nobles of the military did not obviously reject these civilians, after all, after so many years of fighting the Restoration War, everyone has more or less formed a little affection, so the atmosphere between the commoners and nobles in the army is quite passable.

"Is this what you yearn for?" Reinhardt?"

As always, Bass, the black swordsman who was by Reinhardt's side, spoke.

A scar was added to his face, the one left by the first soldier who had knocked open the last bastion of the infidels: Severion.

"No, it's not enough. The silver-haired hero looked at the officers who left, and said lightly: "Only in the army can you see this kind of scene, and in the outside world, the nobles still look down on the officers who rely on military merit to rise up, and even if this generation can get along in harmony, what will happen to the next generation?"

"At the end of the day, the world is still the kind of posture I hate......"

The silver-haired man narrowed his eyes and looked out at the great cliff of Billymas in the distance, and on the other side of the cliff was the place of the old halberd that needed to be defeated once and for all.

"I just hope that even people of low birth can rely on their own efforts and talents to obtain the corresponding status, and what they have in their hands should not be determined by the inheritance of blood, which is not correct. ”

"Therefore, I will change this country and let her follow the right path according to my will, and this is the best thank you I can give to this country that has accepted me. ”

"A country that allows civilians to have power? Hehe, it sounds a bit like what the legendary Linden Wan would do. The black swordsman smiled and said with his hands folded.

"Lyndenwan? Maybe he has a similar life to us, Bass, don't you think this is the path that those of us who have the power but don't have the right position will necessarily choose? There are many wrong paths, but there is always only one right path. ”

"You're right, Reinhardt, that's why I'm following you. ”

Listening to his best friend's words, Reinhardt's face showed a smile that was beautiful enough to make any woman faint. In front of his close friends, he did not hide his ambition in the slightest: "Follow to the end, Bass, I will not allow you to die casually, in my future kingdom, you are my knight leader." ”

"Yes, as you wish, my Majesty. The unruly black swordsman pretended to bow to his best friend.

The two looked at each other, and then they both burst into laughter.

Continue......

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The war is about to begin.

Although he has not yet received any definite information, Philip has already made plans for it.

To be honest, Philip was really taken aback when he saw Her Majesty the Queen from Sibai.

It wasn't because His Majesty was so high up that he was nervous or excited, but because of the unusually close relationship between the young queen and Almac.

Bypassing the kingdom and making contact with Almac alone as a vassal state has definitely crossed the bottom line of diplomacy and is a vicious trampling on the dignity of the Kingdom of Fran.

It was in this way that Philip finally experienced for himself how the southern part of the Kingdom of France had eroded, and for the first time the situation that had existed only on paper was brought to life before his eyes.

"That's not right......! It shouldn't be like this. ”

Philip...... Philippe Capet clenched his fists tightly, and a voice kept lingering in his head.

However, a woman's face crept into the deepest part of her heart, colliding with the voice.

Nagi......'s call to his loved one leaked out of his mouth.

"What the hell am I supposed to do, I just want to protect this country, I want to protect you...... Nagi!"

Two thoughts rushed wildly at Philip, causing a dull pain in his chest.

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A secret room.

Van sat across from Miss Serra.

"Negotiated with Isabella?" asked Van as he slouched in his chair.

"Alright, please rest assured, Lord Fan. Serra said with a smile.

"By the way, is that silver-haired mercenary a pawn arranged by you, throw him to Xibai, just for this moment. ”

As if casually speaking, Fan did not hesitate to uncover a certain black history.

Miss Serra's face had a flawless smile on her face, "I don't quite understand what you're talking about, Lord Fan, I have nothing to do with that Mr. Mercenary." ”

"But why do I always feel like you're in control, the last time I felt the same way was when I was at war with that bastard in Gilheim, and I felt like I was feeling powerless all over my body, can you tell me what's going on, Serra?"

"That's your delusion, is it because you haven't recovered from the injuries you suffered before~~~~~~?

"Serra......" Fan smiled helplessly: "You bother me like this, and I occasionally want to talk to you openly and honestly." ”

"If you're serious, you'll lose, where ~big~people~~~~"

"Anyway, I guessed that Daddy's trouble for me can't be just an Almac, but Serra, you're my subordinate now, and I want you to be loyal to me, not to what is gone, or I'll be angry. As he said that, Fan looked at the most important female subordinate in front of him, who was in charge of all the information of the principality, and his mouth was raised.

"My lord, Serra, has always been your most loyal subordinate. Miss Sierra had a gentle, almost melting, smile on her face as she stared at the monarch to whom she was loyal.

The eyes of the two were intertwined.

However, Fan was not at all deceived by the sincere gaze on the other side, and he pouted and said, "It's like this every time, and there must be a limit to what you can say, [from beginning to end]?

Serra didn't answer, she came behind Van, and wrapped her arms around Van's from behind.

Fan was slightly stunned, and felt a little puzzled by Miss Serra's sudden movements, you know, as a foreigner who is more conservative than the Puritans, Miss Sierra is extremely taboo about physical contact with others, especially the opposite sex, so Fan Cai always likes to fly over, let his overly smart subordinate be troubled, and take the initiative to make physical contact with Fan like now, which is an extremely rare thing.

"My lord, I want you to be the supreme and have a higher position than anyone else, and for that, Serra can do anything. ”

"But don't overdo it, Serra, I'm tired of just managing an Almac, what do you want me to do, do you want me to die of overwork?"

Although he said deflating words, Fan leaned back into Serra's arms without caring and handed over everything he had to the other party.

The afternoon sun warms and moistens the air in the room.

Van and Serra leaned quietly together, enjoying this moment of tranquility, at this time, they were not like kings and ministers, but like a pair who had supported each other and understood each other for a long time......

Husbands and wives, lovers, siblings, mothers and sons, rivals, dogs and men and women, who support each other and understand each other...... (To be continued.) )