It's serious!

A few soldiers under the command of a knight are really not a big deal. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoFor the long border between the two powers, a few dead people are really not worth mentioning.

However, an earl was attacked, and it was completely different!

There were no dukes in the Federation of Gold Coins, and the highest titles were the two marquises, and below them, there were fourteen counts. Five of the fourteen counts were their vassals, and the other nine were independent. This is the result of political wrestling at the time of the founding of the country, in fact, the nine independent counts are very strong, although they are not as good as the marquis one-on-one, but as long as two or three join forces, it is enough to overwhelm one marquis. The nine of them watched over each other, forming the "local aristocracy" in the aristocratic faction, and often contradicting the "central aristocracy" with the two marquis as the core.

Despite this, when facing the merchant faction, they are still comrades in the same camp.

Even if...... They all want each other to die, preferably the whole family, so that there is not even an illegitimate child left.

"Who is it that attacked me?" The attacked, bandaged and badly wounded, sat on the soft couch and sat in the living room, which relied on magic to regulate the temperature, and looked at the staff in front of him.

"I think it could be an assassin from the capital. A thin staff member said, his eyes flashing with a cold light, and every now and then a fierce look flashed away.

He was not the best among the Earl's staff, but he was very decisive. In Earthly parlance, he was able to make decisions without hesitation at critical moments, and then was able to withstand all pressure and carry out his decisions to the end.

In the past years, he has succeeded and made mistakes, and in general he has made few mistakes, and most of the time, his judgments are correct.

Albeit...... His ideas are a little extreme, and his means of doing things are sometimes a little murderous, but in the earl's opinion, no matter what, it is a good thing to be able to do things and dare to do things!

Anyway, in this Gold Coin Federation, he can withstand the sky when the sky falls, what is there to be afraid of?

It is precisely because of this idea that Lord Earl has always been sloppy in his work in the past, and he has never been willing to spend more effort when he can mix.

Today, however, he doesn't think so.

The assassination last night made him feel a deep crisis.

That's right, the Earl is a powerful and powerful man, ruling over several cities, large and small, and many more towns. At the sound of his order, the knights alone could muster more than a hundred, and a well-trained army could gather about two thousand. If the requirements are relaxed, the militia will also count, and even if he gathers tens of thousands of troops, it will not be difficult for him.

In the Federation of Gold Coins, he is undoubtedly at the top of the pyramid of power, and even the two marquis can't do anything to him, even if the Golden Crown (Goddess of Wealth) church is polite to him. As for ordinary civilians, they must be even more respectful in front of him, and when he is in a bad mood, he may even take a whip if he even looks up at him.

So all the while, he felt like he was safe.

But, last night, it dawned on him that everything he had relied on was not so reliable.

When the killer barely broke through the guards and stabbed his sword into him, he felt his heart stop beating for a moment.

When the dust had settled, he suddenly realized that he felt extremely panicked and helpless.

It turns out that I am not as safe as I imagined!

So, even though he had only suffered a minor injury—to be precise, he had knocked himself to the corner of his mouth in a panic—he still asked the priest to use advanced healing spells on him, and wrapped himself in the finest bandages like a mummy, as if by doing so, he could feel a little more at ease.

At the same time, he increased the number of guards in his mansion by five times as many as before, and really reached the point of ten steps, one post, five steps, and one sentry. As for his own room, it was guarded by nearly 100 soldiers in turn, and there were four veteran adventurers leading the team to ensure that no matter what the situation, he could react in time, and would never let the assassins have a chance to approach again.

After all this, he finally felt relieved and felt safe again.

After ensuring safety, one of the biggest bigwigs of the Gold Coin Federation couldn't help but start angry.

Who were the Assassins? Who sent those Assassins? Who wanted to die on their own?

However, he thought about it carefully and realized that there were slightly more possible objects.

As one of the most powerful nobles in the Gold Coin Federation, he naturally has many enemies. Some people are his old opponents who have been fighting for many years, some people have suffered his losses and want revenge, and there are ...... All in all, too many to count.

He thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't come up with a reliable answer, so he had to call all his staff.

To be honest, he didn't really want to find someone to figure it out for him. Yesterday's assassination had left him insecure, and he was reluctant to consult outsiders about the life-threatening nature of his family—even his more trusted aides.

But his wisdom was limited, and he really didn't have any good ideas, so he had to give up his plan to rely on himself.

After listening to what had happened and asking the guards to learn more about the situation, the first thing his staff made was that the Assassins were likely from within the aristocratic faction, or rather, from the central aristocracy.

Hearing this speculation, the Earl did not express his approval or disapproval, but only made a "hmm" with his nose, and then looked at the other staff.

One person is short-minded, and everyone is long-term, and he wants to hear what the other staff members think.

"I don't think it's from the two marquises. Another chubby aide apparently had a different opinion, and he touched his neatly trimmed short beard and said, "This is the stage of confrontation between the aristocratic faction and the merchant faction, and we must not be in chaos at this time." Even if the two marquis didn't understand this, their subordinates would remind them. So the Assassins weren't sent by them. ”

"You mean, maybe from the merchant faction?" asked a relatively young staff member who hadn't even grown a beard yet, his eyes lit up.

The fat staff shook his head: "The merchant faction is said to not send assassins, and now everyone is safe and good for each other." On the contrary...... What good do they get by assassinating adults?"

All the staff members were lost in thought.

People who can become staff members are relatively smart. What the fat staff can think of, other staff members can naturally think of. As he said, now whether it is within the aristocratic faction or between the aristocratic faction and the merchant faction, what is needed is to maintain stability, how can anyone take advantage of the current situation to make trouble and cause chaos?

This doesn't make sense!

In the silence, the thin staff member who spoke first said coldly: "Even if you can't find the source of the assassin, you can't be frightened in vain!"

The staff looked at him, waiting for his explanation.

"No matter where the Assassins come from, we can be sure that they are from the capital. The thin staff's eyes flashed, "All in all, let's get some benefits first!"

(To be continued.) )