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The Count was silent, clenching the knight's sword in his hand.

He didn't remember what the man in front of him had said, because he didn't believe that Kada, the fortress of his own, would fall like this.

Perhaps, Qatar is not an impregnable city like, but it is also one of the support points that form the second defensive circle. If it could be silently wiped out by mere infiltration, it would not have been able to stand along the Heyman-Cologne line for hundreds of years. Become a small town with a long history.

Even if this conviction might cost him his life because of it, the Count still had hope—death or fear, but he was ready to face it; Otherwise, they would not have come to this fortress, a small city that hung like a nail on the front of Tumenis after Heyman's disappearance.

If your life can be exchanged for the continuation of the family's prosperity, then it can be regarded as a worthwhile life......

Or in the eyes of the common people, the nobles will always be a mixture of wealth, depravity and darkness, but because of this, they may never be able to understand the price behind this fine clothes and jade food - the tradition and honor of the family on their backs, a true nobleman, as long as he lives, can only fight for the family, only in this way, after death can he pursue his own things. The light on the mountain of heaven, or the song of the field of joy.

The messy thoughts in his mind were banished by the indifference that slowly infected him, and the tightness around his eyes made the Count raise his head. Noticing the burning scroll in the hand of the young man in front of him, and a finger pointing to the inside of the wall.

Want me to ...... What to see?

The Count was puzzled, but could not find an answer...... Or maybe you don't need to get that answer.

The long sword in his hand had fallen at his feet at some point, and there was a clanging sound, which could be heard far away in the rain, but the Count himself was unaware, and his eyes were wide open, and the magic lingered, reflecting the light and shadow outlined in black and white. In that light, the scene on the city wall was repeated, in the distance, in the near, in every watchtower, in every block, in every barracks of the city.

The distance between heaven and earth in the field of vision becomes narrow and wide, and dazzling flashes of light flicker in it, turning from a human figure to a human figure. So in the middle of the two shadows. One by one, the soldiers' bodies slumped or slipped off like that. In this cold and rainy night of black and white, there are fleeting gorgeous blood reds.

Every ray of lightning marks the spread of death.

The shadows, bypassing the long gap, fell in front of every soldier, and burrowed into every camp, and when they left, the silence turned into the deepest silence, and death carried away the night. A qiē sound other than the sound of rain.

They are not acting like lightning, but are incarnated as lightning ...... And how many people have this kind of power?

10 people, 100 people, or ...... Thousand?

He could not answer, for the Count could barely capture those figures anymore, and all he could see was flags planting at every important point in the fortress of Kada.

"What is this? ...... The flag...... Who are you?" The Count's lips quivered. But finally a voice came out, although he himself seemed to have no idea that he was talking and what he was doing. It seemed that he was about to put forward the doubts in his heart, but there were countless questions and countless thoughts in his heart for a while, and he couldn't sort out any clear context.

Every soldier in the fortress is his descendant, he believes in their ability, he believes that if there is an accident, then they will react as quickly as possible, even in this dark and cold rainy night, in this mysterious raid.

Now, however, this confidence has been completely shattered.

The trembling question could not be answered, he could only stare blankly at the figure of the young man, looking behind him, the city gate fell upstairs, a lightning light crossed the sky, in the pale light and shadow, the blue lion shield flag representing the family fell in the rain, dissipated like a fallen leaf, and replaced by a black flag, a red dragon opened its teeth and claws, but what came out of its mouth was a lightning-like, bright yellow cold light.

The light was so cold, colder than ice, and in the person who saw this qiē, there was a fear that seemed to tighten the heartstrings.

......

Thousands of miles away, the same bright yellow light took on such a warm color, even though it was nothing more than a glow created by magic, without the temperature of a flame.

This sexual light sprinkled from the large bronze chandelier hanging from the dome, and hundreds of magic crystals poured out soft flames, illuminating the entire hall with bright lights.

The brilliant lights reflect an extraordinarily enchanting atmosphere. Shining among the countless silver plates and candlesticks, shrouded in countless fine food and wine, interspersed with butterflies, the busy figures of waiters. So the ladies talked about clothes, perfumes, and lovers; The men held their glasses and gathered in groups to talk about business, and most importantly, the appearance or interest of the women. This countless hustle and bustle also converges with the most common prosperous scene in the Louvre.

The noise coalesced in the tall hall and gathered into a humming sound, but the cleverly designed dome would make the noise collide with each other and disappear, so that at the top of the hall, in the space above all the others, it was quiet enough to hear the faint clash of liquids.

The syrup in the glass shimmers with blood-colored brilliance in the luster, and there are traces hanging on the crystal glass, and the thick fragrance lingers around, just right and the surrounding perfume aroma, mixed into a kind of intoxicating thickness.

This is the finest elven ancient tree wine, it is said that the method of making it is really passed down from the hands of those elves, and it is praised as a rich fragrance tempered by time, and the most durable to store without losing its flavor, the bottle in the prince's hand, has been cellared for more than 70 years. It is a treasure trove that is more expensive than the same amount of gold, and is also known as a flowing amethyst.

However, when the wine entered his throat, the young man holding the wine glass still couldn't help frowning......

Or maybe it's because he may never be able to comprehend the sour taste for the rest of his life, let alone feel any fragrance from it.

But that didn't stop him from continuing to sip on it.

Just like this banquet, it is still new to him and has a unique attraction. Can't be a part of it though.

If you can't participate in it, it will naturally make the originally familiar things become very unfamiliar.

Even though he had been a prince for nearly two ten-day periods, and such royal banquets were held almost every day, he still could not enjoy anything, and in any openness, for 'that reason' he still had to reduce the number of people who could cause trouble with the ape. Get together.

Perhaps, though. It's a pleasure, looking down from above, what he really enjoys is the gaze that those people look at him, the reverence, the fascination that is always in it, or whatever...... Even if there are too many false things in it, this is the only thing that can be enjoyed freely in this isolated place.

Of course, something to be able to enjoy. There is another one.

"Hello, Lord Count, I wish you good health, cheers!"

"Oh, my Lord Earl, thank you, and I wish you good health. Cheers, how's the cloth business going?"

"Damn, that's how fast you've been selling spices to make money! How long have we known each other, why are you still showing off in front of me with this? I know it's only going to make me angry!"

"Huh. My old friend, I just make a little more hard-earned money than you do. However, we have known each other for so long, so why should you hide it anymore...... That gracious Highness, has you expanded your business by at least a third?"

"It's a little bit, for the sake of Wojin Xià, the profit of your shipload of spices is three times that of mine! Don't think I don't know, our Majesty has also given you enough to eat for a lifetime, right?"

"......Shhh You're still so blunt, my old friend...... Don't forget that jì is Your Highness, Your Highness. Although some things are like that, but then again, it's like me, the current supply is about to run out of Imperial Guys, and business is also not good. ”

"That's it, damn Imperial!"

......

"What do you think of the current situation?"

"Hehe, of course it's peaceful, and now as long as the gods bless it, His Majesty the King gradually recovers, and he is safe as usual. ”

"Oh yes, yes, of course, we raise a glass for the well-being of His Majesty. ”

"Yes, for the sake of His Majesty's health. ”

A hand gently caressed the ring on his ring finger, and a faint, almost imperceptible luster surrounded him, so that where his eyes were looking, the whispers of those people, word by word, gently reached the ears of the young prince.

That's enough.

The young prince has no intention of what follows, the relationship between these nobles is no different from dog shit to him, in fact, if you look down from a high place, how different are these so-called nobles from dogs? If you want to raise a good dog, you just need to give them enough feed and teach them what to do when necessary, and for these nobles, hehe, it's just that the feed is replaced with something called profit, and then things are no different.

And now, the bait of His Majesty the King has been dispersed, and if you look at these conversations alone, the effect is good.

Aristocrats, nobles, this kind of thing, or far more inferior than dogs, at least dogs don't eat their dead kind, but now, the bait sprinkled by the young prince undoubtedly comes from the corpse of the fallen family. The military minister's financial resources have now been split into dozens of shares, which have been devoured by his original colleagues.

Of course, the greatest contribution was in the hands of the most suitable people, the goods hoarded by the family in various cities, and the secret mint hidden in a certain manor not far from Romandi, and the gold vein associated with it, which were the richest rewards for the young prince.

Of course, in the eyes of those nobles, these are nothing, after all, if the wealth of these entities is dozens of golden eggs, then those smuggling routes are chickens that will lay golden eggs. Just give them a short period of time, and they can get several times the value of those things.

To each according to his needs. Isn't it?

Of course, they didn't know that in the near future, these golden hens would be slaughtered...... When the smoke of war is ignited.

So the core of the so-called power is really nothing more than the right to information -- because it knows more than anyone who knows the truth, or pretends to have more than others, so it is used as a basis to manage others. People who don't have a deep vision may attribute it to a network. The maintenance of the network is also supported by the flow of information. Ah, you probably won't understand this, in short, whether to put it aside or not, but we must all know the big horse thieves around Poplar Town. ”

The young prince shook his wine glass, and suddenly remembered such a sentence.

Not from the mouth of a sage or a capable minister, but a young hunter in his teens. Something to say. However it must be said that it seems to be more than those in the large libraries on the scrolls. Any idea is more accurate and realistically summarized -

In fact, these are all guillotines or gallows, but as Edward often said, a person who has been beheaded will not curse you to chop off his little **.

This is the so-called power, and its essence is the mastery of the power of distribution, who can get what, how much, and when can get it. This is the root of the existence of power. As for what life and death are to be taken away, they are all derived from and manipulated by the right of distribution.

That little imp was always able to say such incomprehensible, yet profound and terrible truths, and he always said that it was the mercenaries who came and went to tell him. However, he once followed his example and stayed in the tavern for three days, but except for a few swearing slang. I haven't learned any good truths.

But it doesn't matter, at least, you can already practice the meaning of these truths, right?

This demon wolf is always incompatible with this qiē,

Or, he just as much hates this kind of pomp, or maybe he's spying on himself, but,

He sat in his place, retracting his gaze a little boredly,

The excitement of sitting here for the first time had long since subsided, and when I looked out like this, I was replaced by an unspeakable sense of fear and helplessness, and the vision in front of me was so empty. When you look up, you can only see the tall and magnificent dome, on which hangs a huge velvet banner pouring down, and you can faintly see the hideous and terrifying ornaments; Looking down at the ground, I felt too far from there. In mid-air, there is really not much sense of security. Even with a ring around them, nine heavily armed Janissaries could not provide that tangible sense of security.

No, or this uneasiness does not come from the position, but from the part of one's own heart...... Terrified.

In the scroll called Misdork, there are also many ancient emperors who fought against the powerful ministers and mages, and they did not get a good end. This kind of wisdom precipitated from history is what any emperor needs to have, otherwise the consequences are really unpredictable.

Now his qiē was given by that mage, so he didn't need to worry about it, however, such a situation could not be maintained forever, and once he couldn't get that person's approval, there would be nothing. So for now, I had to desperately accumulate what belonged to me.

For those who have a good impression of themselves, those who may help themselves, and those who have lions.

While thinking about this qiē in his mind, the expression on the young prince's face was still smiling, and it seemed that his eyes were following a young and beautiful woman in the venue, as if he was trying to figure out whether the cherry lips hidden behind the gorgeous peacock feather fan were delicate and seductive, or rich and wild.

“”

They are Roshien Andtair and Mynion Puniant, the family is just as old and noble as the Oss family, and most importantly, according to legend, they have the shuffles of several high-ranking mages, oh, and of course we can't forget the golden pelican who left after listening to the opening remarks, and the head of the spy who has been given thirteen invitations but has never been there, and there must be a part of the power they control that can be used.

It's just that these old guys are old foxes crawling out of the oil tank, and if they don't have enough chips to achieve their goals, they can only rely on deception to barely work.

Time, time...... It's all about time.

A little too early, right?

The young prince couldn't help but be stunned. However, he just opened his mouth and suppressed his true intentions in his heart: "What's the matter? What kind of damage did the Imperial people cause?" He asked.

Qatar?

Some rough pictures flashed through his mind, and he didn't remember the territory and distribution of the empire very well.

This action is extremely natural, and in the eyes of outsiders, it is just an immature decision-maker, just a momentary loss of mind.

To be sure, this is definitely not what the mage planned, and it is under control of the Empire's attack. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendation, monthly pass,