News of the siege of Rothdorf soon reached the Holy City. Most of the civilians did not react to this, and they continued to live at two o'clock every day, from the street to the home, from the house to the street, the range of life was just an inch, and the loss of a small fortress in the distance was far less important to them than the price fluctuations of vegetables today.

Since Duke Clark was willing to take over the mess, Lunicion felt that he didn't need to worry about it. The corners of the Holy City are full of rats who have all kinds of feuds with him, including Frank Lampard, Grand Master of the Knights of the Holy City. This time, I hope that this stubborn old man can be a little more peaceful, and not quarrel in his ear.

The Duke of Lunisião sighed, and he looked tenderly at his wife, the king's sister, Princess Cecilia, just as he took her by the arm, ready to say something enchanting. Hurried footsteps outside the room interrupted his movements.

"Your Royal Highness, the envoy of the Asuna has arrived!"

The baron, who attended the council as a chamberlain, took off his double-headed eagle robe and changed into the royal knight's burqa

In the halls, the kingdom's dignitaries whispered and whispered intrigue and trickery in front of their allies. The king, on the other hand, was trapped in the throne that stood high at the end of the hall, hidden in the shadows, like a neglected pawn.

The Duke of Lunición stood at the foot of the steps of the throne, and he was indeed a beautiful man, but his long pleasures made him look as bad as the little king.

The envoys of Assuna were summoned. The exchange of news between the kingdom and the pagans was usually done by cunning but measured merchants, and this time was no exception.

"Alright, Mercury, tell us what you know. "The Duke obviously knows this chubby fellow. The merchant called Mercury saluted skillfully, and his round body performed many complex rituals that a normal person could take a great deal of effort to complete: "Your Royal Highness, the pagan command is very short. The Sultan of Assuna said that the Rosdorf incident was an unauthorized act of his tribes, which the Sultan himself deeply regretted. ”

Hearing this, the Duke unconsciously straightened up, but the merchant's words made him furious. "The Sultan also said that in order to prevent a similar incident from happening again, please ask His Royal Highness the Duke, ・・・・・・" The merchant looked up at the Duke's face, remembering the cruelty and ruthlessness of the Sultan, and he said stubbornly, "Please ask His Royal Highness the Duke and the Knights of the Holy City to withdraw the soldiers of Rosdorf and hand them over to the Asuna Empire." ”

"Bastard!" Lunicion was furious, since he became the Duke of the Kingdom of Divine Grace, since he married Cecilia, no one dared to order him like this.

Mercury, the merchant, was so stiff that his head was stuck to the precious carpet that his sweat soaked his entire back, and the Duke did not look at the lowly merchant, and he roared up and down the hall, his right hand fluttering in the air, as if he were going to kill the odious Sultan in this way.

Seeing the duke in his rage, his cronies began to denounce the barbarism and treachery of the infidels. There are also many people who choose to watch from the sidelines, and the hall is chaotic. And at this time, a person who surprised everyone stood up.

The king stepped down from his throne.

The duke, who was still "chopping" the Sultan, staggered straight back, he had just almost bumped into Mongiza V. The king ignored him, and walked straight to the center of the hall and looked at his courtiers.

What was he going to do?, the baron's hand moved to the hilt of his sword, and the king had told him nothing beforehand, and he was as confused as the Duke of Lunición, whose mouth was open and speechless.

The little king smiled as if he had succeeded in his mischief, stooped down and whispered something in the ear of the sweaty merchant, and then left the chamber on his own.

The whole time, he didn't look at Lunician.

The Duke, having watched the little figure leave, rushed to the poor merchant in three steps and two steps, and tried to lift him up by the collar, but the Duke failed shamefully, for the fat man was too fat, and his strength was too little. The baron took the opportunity to come over and pick up the fat man, "At your service, Your Highness the Duke." ”

"Very well, thank you for your help, knight. The baron, dressed in the royal knight's robe, mistook the duke for the second son of the family he had stuffed into, but Lunicion couldn't care about it, and he almost yelled at Mercury what the king had just said.

The entire council chamber of nobles kept their mouths shut.

The merchant tried to struggle, but the baron's pincer-like hand tugged at his collar, and the fat merchant had to reply intermittently: "Your Majesty, he said that Rothdorf was a stronghold of the knights of the Holy City, and he had no right to dispose of it." The only thing he can give to Sudan is peace. ”

"Are you sure you heard clearly?" the Duke glared at the dead fat man, and suddenly there was a fishy smell from the fat man's body. "He's gone, Your Highness. The baron looked at the water trail on the stall. The surrounding nobles burst into laughter and pointed at the timid fellow.

"It's rubbish. Even the Duke couldn't help but laugh, but the smile only flashed across his face. He looked gloomily in the direction where the king had disappeared, hesitated, but did not catch up.

"Go and call my wife. He gave an order to one of the nobles behind him, who immediately left the place with a few courtiers. Then the Duke's gaze turned to the fat man, who was lying on the ground like a puddle of soft mud, and he covered his nose in disgust, motioning for the baron to carry the stinky fellow away.

The baron dragged him by his clothes like a dead dog, and threw him into a small room.

"You're so heavy. Lildra moved his shoulders, and the fat man was still lying on the ground, shaking like an epileptic man.

Did the king really say those things to him?, the baron looked at the fat man suspiciously. He kicked Mercury in the stomach with such force that he foamed at the mouth like a real seizure.

The baron covered his ears and waited for the fat merchant's pig-killing howl to end. Mercury struggled to brace himself, the cold floor making him uncomfortable: "Dear knight, I haven't provoked you before? ”

"It's this. The knight drew his sword and rested it on the merchant's neck under the look of his horror, "Tell me, what the king said, or I wouldn't mind you answering the Father's call early." "My lord, I have already told the Duke of Luncion, and what I said is true, so why should you embarrass an honest merchant?"

"Sorry for you?" the knight raised his sword slightly, the approaching blade making the merchant's hairs stand on end, "Tell me the truth, and I will reward you accordingly." The merchant blinked, glancing at the danger in his neck. The knight raised his sword a little higher, and Mercury struggled to move himself out from under the glittering sword.

"Knight, I don't know your details. To do business, you have to have trust. "No, there is a return before there is trust. The baron withdrew his sword, and he stood up and looked down at the merchant.