Greene Turn, anxiously standing in the courtyard, staring intently at the gate for news from outside, his right hand never leaving the hilt of his sword at his waist, shouting almost every command. The surrounding soldiers also saw the commander's impatience, and they all hid to the side not to touch the moldy head.

What was even more panicked was the Dominic nobles of the envoy group, all gathered in the courtyard and protected by the accompanying guards, and they were quite calm and orderly - but the Lord Cosimo Otovik was trembling violently as if he was suffering from the cold, and the cold sweat all over his body kept flowing out, and his whole clothes were soaked through, and he could not see the majesty of the ancient Otovik family, the ruler of this wizarding country.

"The crowd outside is dispersing, Commander Greene Turn. One of the soldiers lying on the wall shouted excitedly, "Sir Edward is still alive, and he is still waving at me!"

"Then what are you waiting for, open the gate quickly!" Glynn Turn's exclaimed, but he did not forget his duty: "All the men lined up in groups around the courtyard, and the crossbowmen went to the roof, and there was no order not to lift martial law!"

The soldiers who received the order immediately sprang into action, and although they seemed hasty, they still stood at their own posts - if Green would have been proud of this scene in the past, it was all the result of his assumption that the Garrison Legion, which was no different from the ruffians, into truly trained soldiers. But he only wanted to make sure of one thing now, and that was that Edward was alive and well!

The heavy iron door was pushed open, and Edward, covered in blood, walked in with the equally bad little Goodwin, and the guards standing outside the door took the initiative to make way for the two men. Green walked over with a straight step: "What's up, I hear you seem to have convinced all those guys?"

In short, coercion and inducement are clichés but effective. Edward smiled and glanced at the still frightened envoys behind him, "Although I am tired of this group of hot-blooded Turin nobles, there is no serious problem. And such a fuss is not necessarily a bad thing. ”

"You mean, just to scare those Dominicans?" Green immediately understood what Edward meant, and couldn't help but laugh: "Don't you think this will be a bit overkill, Your Majesty let us keep them safe." ”

"Your Majesty said that they should be kept alive and unharmed - anyway, I understand it, and did not say that they should not be intimidated. Edward gave a somewhat sly expression: "Let them be frightened, and they should be able to become more obedient." ”

"Green, Green, my dear friend!" a near-miserable howl came from outside the gate, and Fresh, who was covered in blood and beaten to the ground, was pressed to the ground by several guards, like a dead pig, completely paralyzed into a pile of mud, with footprints all over his body, desperately trying to crawl over for help.

"Green help me, hurry up and get these damn untouchables to get their dirty hands away!" Friesh's voice was shrill and barely like a man, as if someone had really choked his throat.

With a playful smile, Edward stood sideways, and little Goodwin shrewdly ducked behind him, staring at the royal knight, Sir Green Turn, with big eyes. Grimm, who was silent, glanced at Edward, then slowly stepped forward, beckoned to the guards on both sides, and put Frece down, and the fat boy's face immediately showed an expression of excitement.

"Great, thank you Green, I knew you weren't going to forget the ...... between us"

Before Frees finished speaking, the cold-faced Green suddenly kicked out, and the hard iron-inlaid cowhide boots directly hit his fat face, and the whole person pounced directly, screaming like a pig, and the blood spurted out was mixed with more than a dozen rotten teeth, which were sprinkled all over the ground.

But that's not the end, for three minutes, the iron-faced Green Turn, who was ravaging this "friend" fiercely, and by the time he finally finished, no one could see Fris's original appearance, lying in a pool of blood and convulsing like rotten meat.

"The Freeves family won't let you go, as well as those old families. Edward silently spoke, "Looks like you're ready?"

"Then let them come, I've officially declared war anyway. Green snorted and held out his right hand to Edward, "And...... I'm not the only one fighting them this time!"

.................. In fact, there was no need for Edward to "scare" them, the frightened Master Cosimo Otovik had already come over tremblingly, and took the initiative to ask what was going on, and it seemed that he had already guessed a lot of things, but he was not quite willing to accept the reality completely.

Almost as soon as the adult saw Edward coming, he couldn't wait to catch up and ask what was going on, and Edward almost felt that he was deliberately acting for himself, which really made people wonder if he was really so unbearable.

"I can only tell you with regret that the people of Turin are now so disgusted with the Dominicans that they are almost daily and that many of them are dissatisfied, even among the nobility. Edward chatted with him very tactfully, keeping his eyes on the adult's expression: "Strictly speaking, I shouldn't have said this to you, but ......"

"Oh...... I won't reveal it, I swear!" The nervous Cosimo nodded repeatedly, his eyes swept around, and he pinched his sleeve and secretly put a few gold coins into Edward's palm: "Your Excellency, please believe that the Otovik family will always be the friendliest friends of the people of Turine, and they are very generous and kind friends!"

"You're so gracious. Edward was "moved" to put away the gold coins, and his smile became much kinder - it was clear that the Lord Cosimo was accustomed to this kind of small favors to earn the favor of others, and Edward was happy to use this way to make the other person believe in himself.

"The lords of the Imperial Council, as well as many of the ancient families of Turin, believe that war should be declared on Dominica. Edward's almost cold words directly scared him half to death.

"But...... There are still many sensible and far-sighted adults who believe that there is no benefit to going to war with Dominica, but they are not to be enemies of most of the Turin nobility - the only thing I can advise you is to try to remain calm, and in the face of the same regrettable outcome, it is better to choose the less damaging side than to bring about their own demise in the face of a momentary battle of will. What do you say?"

"You, what do you mean...... Should I take a step back, or should I bribe someone?"

"Oh, that's your own business, please note that this person standing in front of you is the royal family's attendant military attaché, and I represent the Makerus family and the Knights of the Sacred Tree. Edward's face turned cold: "But I think it is more appropriate for you to bribe anyone than to bribe this flaming goshawk banner called 'Turin'!"

Edward nodded solemnly at him, and walked out with little Goodwin beside him—as the direct head of the Messenger Mission, he was also responsible for the protection of these people and the arrangement of the itinerary, and before Greene Turn's departure, he left Edward with a whole two hundred guards as guards and retinues to go out.

Little Goodwin, who had been a temporary squire at the Knights' headquarters for a while, knew very well what his job was, holding a thick list of the items brought by the Dominicians, as well as the names of all the guards and their entourage, and even the food and clothing of the group for the rest of the year, all of which weighed on his shoulders.

Originally, these tasks were handled by the clerks of the Council, but apparently there was a side effect of "squeezing out" the court ceremonial officer, Lord Bernard, except for a few clerks who could only run errands and keep accounts, and only two clerks were willing to stay and help - but that was fine, even if it was handed over to little Goodwin was much more reliable in Edward's eyes than those outsiders.

"Can I talk to you?" Before Edward, who was standing in the courtyard, could sit down, a man in wizard's robes suddenly walked over, his voice was very gentle but somewhat cold and elegant, he seemed to be a few years older than himself, and he still held a delicate and light cane in his hand, a standard young Dominic wizard.

Edward frowned, if he remembered correctly, this young wizard should be the deputy of the envoy group - although Dominica is nominally a kingdom, it is still a federation of large and small city-states, and the members of these envoy groups represent the city-states ruled by their respective families, and the so-called "king" is now not much different from the mascot.

"I just saw you and Mistress Cosimo Otovík having a good conversation, has the matter been settled?"

"Sorry, not yet—you and the others must remain in this courtyard without leaving a single step until you receive the edict of His Majesty Horace. Edward shook his head coldly.

"That's really a pity, I heard that something very interesting happened in the Venerable Minest Mansion a few days ago, and I was going to visit it, but it seems impossible. The young wizard smiled regretfully, "Can't you be a little accommodating?"

"What's your name?"

"Isaac, Isaac Hanan, it's an honor to meet you, Sir Edward Witwood. The wizard kindly stretched out his right hand, lowered his voice and said mysteriously in Edward's ear: "Please ask the Marquis of Horad Minest on my behalf, and say that the Honan family wishes him good health." ”

Now Edward finally understood why Holard had to become the head of the emissary himself.