"That's what you've got to plan - if someone else says it, I'll think he's crazy!"

In the inner hall of the castle at noon, the heavy red and black curtains block out all the harsh sunlight, and even the faint incense can be smelled in the quiet room, although the furnishings are simple but spotless, and the walls are hung with the knightly swords won by the lord of The Hague Castle, Otto Kwyn, in the past competitions and duels, and they are lined up to almost all the walls.

In the past, Otto Kwyn used to entertain friends and important guests in this room, and occasionally to rest here, and the key to this room was in his own hands, and no one but him had the right to enter the door of this room and see the trophies of which he was proud.

Edward looked at the brass key in his hand, which Otto had given him after that night, and it was simple and not even ornamented, but it meant a lot to all who lived in the castle, and when Edward entered the room and sat on the high-backed chair, the meaning was already obvious.

The servants chatted with each other and looked at the young master of The Hague Castle with great awe - it was impossible for a true victor in a joust to become a true heir so quickly. Even Ser Sierra had never gotten the key to this room in the past.

And Lady Angelica, who heard the news, felt even more irritated, in her eyes this was undoubtedly Otto's attempt to demonstrate against her, or to complete the curse of more than a year ago - even if it is a squire, as long as Alan likes me, I will not hesitate in the slightest!

Looking at Sir Ellert Millard who was sneering in front of him. Edward had no choice but to shrug his shoulders helplessly: "That is." You don't believe we can succeed?"

"Nope. I believe it's just a trap - I don't know what the hell is behind it, but I'm sure it's not a good thing. As he spoke, Ellert threw the parchment envelope in his hand onto the table: "It is impossible to convince my father, the Earl of Hantu City, that it is simply a fantasy!"

"IMHO, if you really thought so, it wouldn't have come. With a chuckle, Edward picked up a glass of wine and then pointed to the plate on the table, "I have the servants of the castle prepare some small snacks, and we can talk while we eat them—lemon cake is good for both body and mind." It can make people feel good. ”

Ellett's expression changed slightly, and he still did not relax his vigilance in his eyes when he stared at Edward, and he picked up a piece of tasteless and ate some of it, but his mind had already returned to the day before, when the squire named Little Goodwin handed the letter to him.

He remembered how surprised he was when he read the letter—the whole of the South could unite and bring down the Mineste family, who had almost no output! At the same time, the whole of the South was able to establish trade relations with the north of the Kingdom of Dominica from the port of The Hague to Fort Clarion, and no longer have to endure the repeated exploitation of the merchants who carried the banner of the one-horned seahorse!

But after the excitement, Ellert, who had not slept all night, finally calmed down and began to ask rhetorical questions—this sounded so wonderful-sounding plan. Is it really possible to succeed? can a single port defeat the Minesters, or will the entire South unite against the Minesters?

That's impossible. Because even during the Dominica War thirty years ago, the entire southern part of the Kingdom of Turin was not truly united - it is true that many chose to fight the Dominicans to the death, or joined the kingdom's army, fighting in the wetlands, ports and coasts, but there were not a few who wavered, even refusing to send supplies to the few castles that were still desperately resisting.

Ehlette still remembers what his father said, when there was a border southern lord who even put Dominica's mongrels into the southern hinterland, and let them burn and plunder near Hantu City, thousands of farmers and lords were worse than dead in the dire situation, and the unexpectedly Hantu City was almost breached, and there are still traces of that year on the city walls.

The lords of the south of Turin have never really united even once - otherwise, His Majesty Levi Marcherus, who had just inherited the city-state of Turin, would not have made the south the first step in his war of conquest, and the centuries-old kingdom would not have even been able to resist in the face of the flames of this flaming goshawk!

And it is precisely because of the long history and the abundance of the land that the power of so many ancient families in this land is intertwined, and it is almost impossible to really shake it - the descendants of royal knights like the Kwyn family, the family tree of only ten generations is not even a baby in front of them!

"What do you think?" Ellet finally couldn't help but ask, and had to admit that he really couldn't see through this "Lord of Horn Fort" who had just emerged in the battle of Bright Star City: "Don't you know - it's impossible to unite the whole South, I'm even sure that many lords have already become the doglegs of that Marquis of Hollard!"

"Quite simply, we don't need to unite the whole South at all - it would be too dangerous to do so, and I am afraid it would completely anger the behemoth of Minest, and that would be more than worth the cost. Edward smiled and waved his hand, which made Ellert feel like a fool, taking the joke for real.

Moreover, if the whole south is united, I am afraid that His Majesty Horace will order the rebellion to be quelled, right? Edward could not help but assume that the Kingdom of Turin would allow this rich land in the south to remain in the hands of these lords all the time, because of the intertwined nobles and the nature that never knew how to unite.

"You can't think that it will be an extremely long process to get rid of the Minest family in one step, and it will definitely not be a battle that can be won once or twice!" Edward suddenly got up from his chair and walked to the bookcase shelves to the side, as if rummaging for something: "The union is only the first step - we want to turn the port of The Hague and Fort Clarion into a real transit point for the whole of the South, and establish our own trade routes. ”

"That's right, but where is the route, and how many chambers of commerce are willing not to rely on the power of the Minest family?" Ellert couldn't help but ask: "You just opened in the lion's mouth, and you want the Miral family to be your backup, but you can't come up with anything of value!"

"Bang!" Turning away from the bookcase, Edward threw a huge parchment scroll on the table, and before Ellert could ask, he gently opened the scroll, and Ellert's eyes widened as he looked at the parchment—a map of the entire northern part of Dominica!

Not only that, but there are many important routes marked on it, and the originally prosaic map suddenly weighs more than a thousand gold - on the sea, is there anything more precious than an incomparably detailed route?!

"Where did you get this map?!" Ellert asked, surprised.

"Bright Star City—I found it in the Lord's Palace. Edward curled the corners of his mouth: "It took a lot of effort, but it seems to be worth the money, right?"

Hearing this answer, Ehlette finally fell silent - it was amazing that this guy was still in the mood to find such an ordinary-looking piece of parchment while others were rushing for gold, silver and jewelry......

"I think this map should prove my sincerity - the sincerity of the friendship of the Millal family. Edward smiled, his right hand groping lightly for the route on the map, "Each of the ports these routes leads to is rich enough to satisfy anyone's appetite, and there is no exploitation of the Minester family. ”

"As for the Chamber of Commerce that is not controlled by the Minest family...... I happen to know one, and I'm sure you'll be satisfied!" (To be continued......)