"Your Excellency Chancellor of the Exchequer, Lord Nafario Brindis, this is your room. Dominic's entourage, dressed in elaborate costumes, respectfully opened the hatch and gestured to Nafario, who was standing behind him: "If you have anything to do, I'll be waiting in the room next to you." ”

"Got it. Nafario waved at him nonchalantly, his expression extremely disdainful - although he didn't want a Dominican to be his retinue if he had a choice, but given his diplomatic mission, he couldn't do without someone who knew enough about the wizarding city, let alone as a "standard Turin nobleman", Nafario didn't know anything about Dominica.

Sending away the retinue who claimed to be related to the Ottovik family, Nafario entered the room with some anxiety and closed the door, still with a nervous cold sweat on his face - this time His Majesty Horace's appointment was too sudden, and after sending an invitation to the Duke of Berrion to take charge of the seals, he suddenly appointed himself as an envoy to Dominica.

Could it be ...... Your Majesty already knew of my relationship with the Duke of Berrion, after all, the House of Brindis was one of the families that supported Berrion's accession to the throne, or was it just a coincidence, after all, he was also one of the important ministers of the Imperial Council, and it was not without precedent for sending the Chancellor of the Exchequer, and it was probably a precursor to the imminent reuse.

Thoughtful, Nafario kept pacing back and forth in the lavish room, no matter how upright he was, he couldn't help but doubt when there was a ghost in his heart, even if everything seemed so reasonable.

But it could also be a great opportunity - as long as the deal was signed by himself, no matter how much work the damn Edward Witwood did, the final merit would all be his own, and Nafario couldn't help but get excited at the thought. That's right, how can a stinky boy who came out of the countryside and relied on this luck and flattery be able to compare with an ancient nobleman of noble birth and respect like himself?

As soon as he succeeds in Dominica, the Duke of Berrion returns to Turin as Lord of the Seals, and His Majesty Horace is in deteriorating health and is unable to attend to government affairs regularly, the entire Imperial Council will be the domain of the upright Turin aristocracy, and the atmosphere will be immediately whitewashed - the goods of Holard Minest will immediately drive him back to the fishy Seahorse Harbor!

But Mercer Kane must stay, the Grand Master is annoying but upright, and keeping him will ensure that His Majesty Horace will not doubt his loyalty, and ...... Before the ship had even sailed, Nafario couldn't help but start planning the "future", as if everything was already close at hand, and he stood gloriously beside the Duke of Berion, and was gently patted on the shoulder by him.

The more he thought about it, the more thirsty Nafario sat down on the soft couch, grabbed the sapphire flask on the coffee table and poured a full glass of wine, the magenta wine was faintly mixed with a touch of liquid brownish, like a snake swimming slowly in the glass. Nafario didn't pay much attention to that, and took a drink from his glass.

"This ...... This glass of wine is really sweet. Nafario suddenly pressed his chest, as if something was blocking his lungs, and desperately opened his mouth to gasp, his pale skin suffocated by the blood pouring up his head, red and swollen, as if even his eyeballs were about to pop out.

Nafario grabbed the flask on the table, bit the bottle and poured it into his mouth desperately, the overflowing wine all over his face, but he still didn't stop - Nafario, who had eaten in the morning, suddenly felt hungry as if he hadn't eaten in a year, and the brown liquid kept coming out of his eyes and nostrils like pus. The increasingly uncontrolled body grabbed all the visible food as if it was crazy, and desperately stuffed it into its mouth......

In the endless sea, Cosimo Otovic, who was standing on the deck, was stunned and looked at the royal flagship of Turin on the opposite side suddenly let out a terrible roar, and then one terrible touch after another smashed the deck and the hull, and the blood with flying sawdust stretched out, as if a terrible monster was about to break free from the cage, waving the huge tentacles with teeth and claws, and the brown pus sprayed everywhere like poison!

The sailors on the royal flagship, flying the banner of the flaming goshawk, were still desperately resisting, but there was nothing but the terrible cries and the terrible sound of being devoured, torn and smashed into meat sauce.

Gratoni ...... No, no, it can't be, that experiment should have failed a long time ago, it would have failed a long time ago!" Suddenly, Cosimo collapsed directly on the deck: "Those materials, those test products...... I destroyed it all with my own hands, how could it be ......"

"Lord Cosimo, what should we do?" The attendant, who was also pale with fright, pointed to the sailors on the Turin flagship opposite and asked, "They seem to be running out of their way, do you want to go over and help them?"

"Help them? no, no, no...... We have to run, or we'll be doomed!" The frantic Cosimo stood up and grabbed his entourage by the collar: "The peace agreement is over, and so are the people in that boat, and if we don't hurry back to Bright Star City, it will be doomed - all the ships will be full sails at once, and they will return at full speed!"

"But adults, they ......"

"That's Gratoni, you're not going to tell me you haven't heard of this monster - if you do, do it for me now!" Cosimo cried out heartbreakingly, "or I'll throw you out and 'help' them!"

........................ "Lord Nafario is dead?!"

Edward, who had just returned to the headquarters of the Knights of the Sacred Tree in the early morning to report to Grand Master Mercer Kane, heard this "completely unexpected" news from Sir Leonardo: "But he didn't set off with the royal flagship last night...... Could it be that there was a shipwreck?"

"What a shipwreck, haven't you heard anything about it?!" Sir Leonardo glared angrily: "It's man-made - the Dominic wizard doesn't know what weird magic he used, he directly destroyed the entire royal flagship, and even set fire to all the wreckage, this group of damned heretics has gone completely crazy!"

After saying these words, Leonardo directly turned on his horse: "Anyway, I must rush to King's Port to maintain law and order now, I suggest you also hurry to the throne hall, the Imperial Council should be convened soon - if it is still in time." As soon as he had finished speaking, the chief knight, who had not spoken much, had already departed from his place and hurried in the direction of King's Port.

Standing at the front of the headquarters, Edward smiled playfully - of course he knew about it, and he was the one who had arranged it for Master Nafario's entourage.

The only thing that surprised Edward a little was the method of the Marquis of Holard Minest, Angela had made it clear that there could be no other wizard in the world who could create Gratoni besides her.

So...... Either Holard still has a "tool" in his hand that is similar to Angela's, or he still has a backup Gratoni - the latter is more likely for now.

As soon as he thought of this, Edward couldn't help but start to get nervous, even if he was facing a group of blood wolves and an army, he didn't want to face this kind of monster. It's not fear, it's inexplicability – even if you have a thorough understanding of your opponent, it's very dangerous to get rid of a Gratoni.

What's even more troublesome is the "surprise attack" effect of this monster itself, which can devour itself from beginning to end in any situation, and there is no resistance unless you are on your own 24-hour alert - the only thing that is fortunate is that the person who was able to invent this monster is now controlled by himself.

The atmosphere in the throne hall was no different from a few days ago, and there was still a dead silence. All of them stood silently, looking up at His Majesty Horace on the throne. But the atmosphere was completely different from a few days ago - like dry firewood, a spark that could turn into a flame.

All knew it, and all wanted that answer—the Kingdom of Turin had officially declared war on Dominica, and many had been waiting for it for a long time, but at the same time they had doubts about the long history of peace.

After all, going to war would mean a shortage of supplies, an increase in taxes, a strict ban on many celebrations and entertainments, and large banquets, which would be a disaster for the Turin aristocracy.

"Holard Minest, you have been trying these months to keep the peace in Turin and Dominica, trying to prevent us from facing the possibility of war - you are a responsible and conscientious Minister of the Interior. Horace didn't seem angry, but he didn't even need an honorific title: "Now tell me, what do you want to say?"

"I deeply regret the death of Master Nafario Brindisi, who, no matter how many differences we may have, was indeed a patriot, an upright, fearless aristocrat of Turin - worthy of his family name and his family. Hollard's expression had never been more sad than it was now: "Your Majesty, I know that this request is very excessive, but for the sake of Nafario, for the dignity of the Kingdom of Turin, and for the sake of your authority not being wantonly harmed by the Dominicans, I request a formal declaration of war on Dominica!"

"Wait a minute—!!!"