Chapter 191: The Prince's Game (2)
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As sunlight poured into the room through the gaps in the curtains, Albert ended his meditation.
He moved his hands and feet, came to the arc window, looked at the busy soldiers outside, and said to himself, "Come on, everything is almost over." β
It's been a week since he came to Sunset Fortress, and as the attacks of the orcs become more and more fierce, coupled with the constant pressure from the Grand Prince Aduros, the Count of Cattelan is almost out of breath, and I believe that it will not be long before the fox's tail cannot be hidden. Of course, his main concern now is neither the Count of Cattelan nor the werewolf. He could feel the restless magic in his soul, a harbinger of breaking through the stars.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Albert reached the door as he spoke, lowering the latch.
"Master Allen, I have good news. Yaduros said with a smile on his face.
"Please come in, Your Royal Highness the Honorable Grand Prince. Albert did not forget the identity of the other party, performed the mage salute, and welcomed the other party into the room.
He picked up the teapot and lit a hot flame in his hand, and in a few moments, the cold black tea was boiling. He brought a cup of hot tea to Aduros before asking, "Your Highness, what is the good thing?"
"Yaduvis is here. Yaduros picked up the teacup and sniffed it under his nose.
"Your Royal Highness the Third Prince?" Albert was stunned, and then a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes, "Your Highness, can you tell me what's okay?"
"Good tea. Aduros took a sip of his tea, "The magician who wields the power of nature is truly enviable. He said to himself, as if he hadn't heard Albert's question. Until Albert thinks the other party doesn't want to tell him. Yaduros spoke, "It's time. It's time for me to tell you the real plan. He looked at Albert. "Remember, as you said before, Count Sakura has a backer behind him. β
"Of course. Albert nodded, and then said in surprise, "Is it ......?"
He didn't continue, he subconsciously looked around, there were some things that the prince could say, but others said that it was a capital crime.
"Don't worry, my people are on guard outside, and no one can overhear our conversation. Yaduros leaned back in his chair. He said while drinking tea leisurely.
Albert was silent for a moment and asked, "Then what are you going to do next?"
At this moment, he finally knew why Aduros suddenly changed his attention at that time and spared no effort to help him. Although he never cared about the affairs of the Empire, every citizen of Auston knew that the youngest son of Emperor Auston, Adulvis, became the crown prince, which made the eldest son Aduros, who was supposed to inherit the crown prince, hold a grudge. Since the crown prince turmoil, these two brothers with the same blood have become enemies.
"Leave. Yaduros smiled and spat out two words.
"And what about our plans?" Albert couldn't help but ask, his face full of astonishment.
"My friend, you are very smart. But sometimes it's ...... Well, naΓ―ve. Yaduros shrugged. Didn't say "stupid".
Albert nodded, not further. Along the way, he probably knew Yaduros's character, and if the other party didn't want to say it, he couldn't get an answer no matter how much he asked. Not only that, but endless questioning can also lead to trouble, and although Aduros has always been very kind, he has never forgotten that the other party is a prince who stands at the top of the Auston Empire.
"Actually, the plan is simple. Yaduros smiled, he was in a good mood today, and it was okay to say more.
He coughed lightly, and continued, "We've done enough, the orcs have already broken Xia Zuo's spirit in the past few days, and there is no point in us staying any longer." The next thing we have to do is wait for Aduwes to ask me to leave and let them let their guard down. I know him, Aduvis is my little brother, I watched him grow up, his horsemanship, his swordsmanship, his politics, and even the pickling girl I taught him. β
After a pause, Aduros said, "You know? β
"I seem to get it. Albert nodded, uncertain, "Create the illusion that they're leaving." β
"My friend, not everything has to be said. Aduros got up and straightened his outfit, walked slowly to Albert, lowered his head and whispered, "Trust me, mystery will make you more attractive, both for men and women." β
Albert nodded, "Thank you." β
"Okay, it's time for me to go, thank you for the tea, it's really nice. β
As he spoke, Aduros patted Albert on the shoulder and stopped the other party from getting up, "No need to send it." β
Albert nodded again, without saying a word, and turned his head to look at Adurus's back, and the moment the door closed, he fell into deep thought.
Before he knew it, he was caught up in a violent political storm, much to Albert's chagrin and helplessness. The dragon's memory inheritance gave him a wealth of knowledge, alchemy, enchantment, magic, history, ...... Even cooking, but only lack knowledge about politics. The political methods of the dragons are simply infantile compared to humans, and not only that, but also elves, orcs, and other races.
Dragons are a super race that is shoulder-to-shoulder with the gods, so naturally they have no interest in intrigue.
The other races on the continent of Atlantis seem to have been given a mission, or have been stamped with a specific label.
The same goes for the winged people, ogres, forest trolls, and the multitude of side orcs, who are surprisingly consistent and unchanging in their passions, regardless of their personalities, cunning or loyal. Just as all elves have revered nature throughout history, every dwarf loves crafts and blacksmithing, orcs are fanatical about combat, and yodelers are a bunch of petty lunatics interested only in creation.
Except, of course, the Terrans.
For a long time, the Terrans were the weakest race on the continent.
Terrans are good-for-nothing, neither inherently strong physiques nor special gifts given by nature.
In order to survive, the Terrans had to use words to win the trust and sympathy of others, and later they began to sow discord among other races in order to gain a respite, which was politics in the first place.
However, the rise of mankind does not depend on politics, and people have noble qualities that no other race possesses.
During that most difficult period, a few people learned the natural skills of other races, and through sharing, they gave more what they learned. Over time, people ceased to be as weak as they had been at the beginning, and began to try to merge tribes to form kingdoms. Eventually, humans became one of the most powerful races in the Atlantes, and even the haughty elves did not dare to despise humans. (To be continued.) )