Marshal Loren did not intend to stay in the fog for too long, and after receiving the king's appointment and permission to fight, the marshal had to hurry to Dover.

It was the legion of the old Praetorian Guard.

The reason why it is called the "Old Praetorian Guard" is to distinguish it from the Fog Capital Praetorian Guard formed after the establishment of the Plantagenet Kingdom, the old Praetorian Guards are veterans who defended the king during the Sealand Kingdom, and are the most combative, honorable and loyal army in the country.

They obeyed only the will of the king himself, amounting to the "private soldiers" of King Louis.

It was here that Marshal Loren's military career began.

He was the pride of the old Praetorian Guard.

The use of the Old Praetorian Guard by King Louis also meant that he did not want the war to be clamped down by the Parliament, which also meant that if the Tower of the Ring could not give a satisfactory answer to the king, then the Psionist's allies in politics would not have a chance to prevent the war from starting.

This is King Louis' response to the rebellion!

Resolute, decisive, cruel even to the point of cold-bloodedness, he even omitted the link of sending a messenger to ask, either bow his head and surrender, or accept destruction!

It is clear that such a visible effect cannot be achieved in one report.

This is enough to prove that for a long time in the past, Louis IX had a certain hidden dissatisfaction with the Tower of the Ring, and now he only seized the opportunity to vent this backlog of dissatisfaction.

Marshal Loren was reluctant to think about these.

He didn't intend to be a politician who could read his word, but before he could take a break from his official residence in the capital and prepare to depart, he welcomed a "guest."

"I've always hated being interrupted while eating, but you're an exception."

In the dining room of the marshal's residence, Marshal Loren, who was eating dinner as a soldier should be, said to the people who walked into the restaurant without raising his head:

"I still have something to ask you, about the destruction of Cadman City, I thought it was just a bloody revenge between my compatriots, but now I find that there seems to be something hidden in it that cannot be ignored.

Edward!

You have to tell me, what role does the Wolf Venom Clan play in this?

And was the subspace rift that opened under Cadman City the work of you?

Most importantly, are you taking advantage of my majesty and me? ”

"Bang"

The knife in the marshal's hand was placed on the edge of the plate.

He looked up at old Edward, who was dressed like the most standard old gentleman in the fog, and Loren reached out to take the handkerchief handed by the dwarven squire beside him, wiped his mouth, and placed a dwarven handcuff with griffon carvings on it in the marshal's hand.

A silver dwarf earth priest with an ancient tattoo on his face and an earthy yellow hood covering his body also appeared silently at the entrance of the restaurant.

He made no secret of his close connection to the earth's psionic powers, and with every step he took, it seemed as if the entire Marshal's Mansion would shake a little, and the dust splattered on the roof told everyone present that it was not an illusion.

This is a Golden-Tier Earth Priest!

On the second floor of the restaurant, several dwarven assassins hidden in the shadows also drew their two guns and aimed downward, and the scene became tense for a while, and it was almost a BGM ambush on all sides.

Faced with this scene, which was basically a mortal death once a war started, Edward Spencer Gangero, the Grand Duke of the Wolf Venom Clan, was not afraid, and there was no obvious change in expression on his always gloomy face.

He leaned on the well-textured cane in his hand, pulled out the chair across the table in the midst of the danger, and took off his high, black-and-gray hat and handed it to the dwarven attendant next to him.

The old gentleman-like fellow reached out and took off the monocle of his left eye, which was an ornament, put it in his hand, took out a handkerchief and wiped it, and he whispered:

"I knew in advance what Sarokdal was doing in the Vulture Corridor, but it wasn't because I set up this bureau, Marshal, and I can only tell you that I learned all this because a woman who had an intimate relationship with Sarokdal was driven crazy by that cold-blooded old bastard.

She threw herself into the arms of wolf venom and prayed only for revenge.

So, I generously fulfilled the poor lady's wish, and by the way, drew another stroke on the hundred-year feud between my clan and the blood vultures.

In Project D, my people were only responsible for closing the city barrier and providing psionic positioning for the Ring Tower, but other than that, we were not involved in any dangerous other projects.

I have come here to make this clear to you, and I hope that you and His Majesty Louis will not mistake us, the children of the midnight, who have offered their loyalty. ”

"Oh, your dog's nose is really smart."

Marshal Loren sneered:

"Did you hear something? actually took the initiative to come to explain all this, but reasoning is by no means the style of the wolf venom clan, but you came to reason with me, you are afraid! ”

"I do not deny it, the majesty of King Louis hangs over the country like the sun, and it is well known that we vampires who live in the shadows fear the sun the most. Who can not be afraid? ”

Old Edward shrugged.

He touched his belly, as if he had been in too much hurry to eat a good dinner, and the marshal made a gesture, and a simple but sumptuous dinner was brought out of the kitchen and placed in front of the Grand Duke of Wolf Poison.

He politely thanked the dwarven cook, then tied up his napkin, picked up a knife and fork to cut the pork chops on the plate, and poured into his mouth a small piece of meat smeared with tomato sauce like blood, the dwarven favorite food cooked quite well, even for vampires.

As the "King of the Underground" who is in charge of the Fog Capital and the entire dark area of Green Island, Old Edward has supreme authority in the gutter where the sun does not shine.

Since the "Wolf Plague" incident in 1040 when they were betrayed by the Blood Vulture Clan, causing the Old Religion and the Ring Tower to join forces to strangle and lose all the territories on the mainland, the Wolf Poison Clan, which was so embarrassed that it was almost wiped out, migrated to Greeney Island under the leadership of Edward.

In order to survive and continue the clan legacy, Edward Sr. completely abandoned the old vampire law.

He and his servants began to absorb criminals and thugs on a large scale, and after 70 years of development and extension, at least four out of every ten crimes on the island were now related to wolf venom.

They are the masters of the dark night in Greeney, the most ruthless and brutal of the vast shadows of this country, and this dark force is held in the hands of old Edward.

It is worth mentioning that the year 1040 A.D. was also a memorable date for Marshal Loren, who was born in the winter moon of that year.

In short, in this context, the Wolf Venom Clan's ability to detect news on Greeney Island is absolutely top-notch, and in the afternoon, His Majesty the King gave an order, and old Edward will come in the evening.

Of course, he was afraid that the king's malice towards the Tower of the Ring would implicate the Wolf Venom Clan as well.

A shadow is always a shadow.

No matter how large the shadow is, it only takes a ray of sunlight to disappear.

Edward Sr. never underestimated the power of human beings, especially the reforms promoted by King Louis throughout the country, which made him fear from the bottom of his heart, and he knew that after the steam technology of the halflings was learned and mastered by humans, the era of their transcendent races ruling the continent may be about to usher in the era of great reform.

That's the wheels rolling forward!

The tide is over, and old Edward doesn't want to be the crushed praying mantis.

"Well, thank you for your hospitality, hearty food is always soothing."

After eating the pork chops, the Grand Duke of Wolf Poison skillfully picked up the bread and dipped it in the soup and put it into his mouth, and said to Marshal Loren, who was staring at him, with a smile:

"My minions are more than willing to act as the vanguard of counterinsurgency if you need it, and as you said before, old hatreds must end with dignity."

"It's not that I need it! But you will be faithful to your Majesty. ”

Marshal Loren did not believe that the Wolf Venom Clan was pure and flawless in the Cadman City incident, but the most suspicious thing at the moment was obviously the Tower of the Ring, and it was His Majesty's strategy to weaken the power of the Wolf Venom on Greeney Island, so the Half-Dwarf Marshal did not refuse this unsolicited assist.

He said to old Edward:

"It's better that you really don't get involved in this, Your Majesty hates traitors, and so do I."

"Well, actually, I'm the same, no normal person would like a traitor, unless he himself is one of the traitors."

Old Edward smiled, raised his glass to the dwarven marshal, and said:

"Then I wish you all the best in your war, if it does get fought."

"Huh?"

This sentence made the marshal blink, and he asked rhetorically:

"Did you hear anything?"

"Oh, the old dog's ears are always smarter, so that they can live better, I also heard some interesting stories from the distant White Cliff and am about to share them with you."

Grand Duke Wolf Venom waved his hand, like an old man sharing his secret.

As he chewed on the bread stained with tomato juice, he said mysteriously:

"As far as I know, just a few days ago, a group of psionic hunters under the command of the Tower of the Ring was mobilized"

"They're dead."

Marshal Loren said with a blank face:

"Your countrymen, the last remnants of the Vulture slaughtered them in a crisp midnight assault, piling up 600 heads on the border of Translasia with the words 'blood debt and blood retribution' written on it."

"Huh?"

Old Edward's expression changed slightly.

According to his estimate, the Blood Vulture Clan, which had been severely injured to the point that it was only one step away from the extinction of the clan, should not have the ability to do such a thing, but the Grand Duke of Wolf Venom behaved lightly, waved his hand and said:

"That's how we vampires do, we always take revenge overnight when we have the ability, and it seems that the Blood Vulture Clan has a real leader again, which is really a pity."

Marshal Loren stared at old Edward's feigned calm expression, he was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly said:

"I have definite information that Lady Channie, Archduchess of Thorns, and her retinue were also involved in that massacre."

"Smack"

The wine glass in old Edward's hand was crushed in an instant, and his face became gloomy.

The remnants of the Blood Vulture teetering on the brink of extinction don't matter.

But living in the Nordtov kingdom, the powerful Thorn Clan is also involved, this thing is not good, the wolf poison clan and the Thorn clan have never been friends, which makes him immediately smell a malice against him.

A thousand years of racial infighting have long been boring and boring for old men like Edward Sr., but worst of all, it's like a never-ending game of curses.

Betrayal, union, betrayal, and strangulation, this is the eternal melody between vampire clans.

It's so annoying!

Ah, merciful Mother of Midnight, why don't you send down a bolt of lightning and chop all those pesky bastards to death, leaving us Wolf Poison Clan to walk in the darkness to proclaim your majesty?

"Let's get down to business."

Old Edward took out his handkerchief and wiped the wine from his fingers.

He no longer laughed, but told his news without interest, and he lost interest in pretending to be a ghost and said bluntly:

"The transfer of that psionic hunter force was not an order from the top of the Ring Tower, it was a private decision of the Ring Master, well, maybe we should call him 'Former Master of Shape', because the Ring Tower sealed off the White Cliff territory the day after they departed.

I've received word that there seems to be a civil war between the psionics.

I don't know exactly what the battle will be.

But my guess is that His Majesty King Louis will soon receive an apology that will delight his heart, and that the Energy Tower faction, one of the three towers of the Ring, is expected to have a new Master of Energy and a cold purge that can be feared by vampires like us.

The psionics seemed united.

But their internal strife is more naked, like a pack of beasts that have their power in their hands and bite each other, always accompanied by mass executions, and they always kill their own people more viciously than they slaughter others, which they call the 'necessary price' of the pursuit of truth.

So, who's the bad guy? ”

With that, the Grand Duke of Wolf Venom stood up.

He sent good news enough to appease the angry marshal, but he got a bad bad news as a "gift in return", which made old Edward no longer in the mood to stay here and continue to play dumb riddles with Marshal Loren.

The Grand Duke of Wolf Venom politely said goodbye:

"In short, I'm here to advise you, don't let the warriors of the old Praetorian Guard work too hard, maybe you will soon return to the battlefield you have in mind, after all, such a major event as the Black Plague still needs an excellent commander like you to be responsible for resisting.

I will send the elite of my clan to participate in the Scourge, and the ambitious Greyclaw faction eager to show its power has set out to be the vanguard of Transnsia.

I hope you will use them properly.

Of course!

It's no problem as cannon fodder.

I don't like that overly ambitious son, who worships power but despises wisdom, and has no midnight aristocratic decency at all!

Alas, what a fool, like myself when I was younger, I thought he was like me and that's why I raised him, but the problem is that he is too much like me."

With that, old Edward took his high hat and cane, put on his monocle and bid farewell to Marshal Loren, left the mansion and got into a black carriage and disappeared into the night.

Marshal Loren got the news about the Tower of the Ring, and he didn't think it was a fraud on the part of old Edward, the cunning Grand Duke knew when to tell the truth, that is, the punishment of the Tower of the Ring was over before it had even begun.

"Uh"

Marshal Loren lit his pipe and spat on the smoke ring.

In the gloomy evening light outside the window, he thought:

"That's fine, the kingdom needs to be united, and the head of a master of energy is enough to soothe the anger of a dwarf when he is used."

Thinking so, the marshal summoned the silver dwarf priest to serve him, and under his command, an ultra-long-distance psionic communication was sent into the frontier fortress ten minutes later, and Major Fraser, who was still loyal to his duty, answered the communication.

"You arrange it."

The marshal said to the psionic projection before him, maintained by two earth priests:

"I'm going to talk to the lord of Transansia, tomorrow."

"Yes, General, no, Your Excellency!"

Major Fraser gave a military salute.

As for why he, thousands of miles away, was able to learn the news of Marshal Loren's promotion so quickly, it was actually not surprising,

The Capet family is one of the three ancient nobles of the Sealand Kingdom, and has great authority in the Plantagenet Kingdom, as the young heir of the staunch royal family, Major Fraser was born, and now His Majesty King Louis still holds him.

"When you're done with this, go back on vacation."

Marshal Loren spat out a smoke ring and said to the young man in front of him, whom he valued very much:

"With less than six months to go until the Black Plague arrives, give you two months of vacation and report back to the Pioneer Fortress after completing your life events, Major Fraser, I guess your family has paved the way for you.

So, if you survive the Plague and make a few more contributions, I might as well call you Mr. 'Brigadier General'. Do I need to prepare a wedding gift to send to the Capetian family? ”

"Please refrain from making such jokes, Marshal."

Major Fraser shook his head and said:

"The country is in a time of crisis, and the black plague will threaten the entire continent, and in the face of such a major event, my personal honor and disgrace and life events are no longer important.

I have sent a letter to my father.

If the black plague is not peaceful, I will not be able to leave a family for one day, this is the oath I made for the country and Your Majesty, and I am sure that my father will understand me. ”

"But young people always have to taste love."

Marshal Loren still wanted to persuade, but Major Fraser was a little anxious, and he didn't seem to want to talk about the subject, so he replied with some indifference:

"I regard you as an idol, marshal, you are not in a hurry for major events in life, what am I anxious about?"

"Huh?"

The half-dwarf almost choked on the smoke.

He glared fiercely at Major Fraser and scolded:

"Do things and go! You don't have to inquire about adult matters! ”

After saying that, this long-distance psionic communication was cut off, and a few minutes later, the old priest of the silver dwarf who had just guarded Marshal Loren pulled his hood and whispered to Marshal Loren:

"You must return to Silver Castle, little Loren, the High Lord and your cousin Livrosa are waiting for you."

"In terms of the life span of a dwarf, my cousin is still underage! Gaia's up there. ”

Marshal Loren covered his eyes in pain.

He retorted weakly, but the old priest rolled his eyes and took a dwarven pipe to his mouth, and said in a long voice:

"But by human standards, your cousin is already an old girl, and you can't keep her waiting too long! What's more, you both have a good impression of each other, and you are not a strong melon. ”

"Don't rush it, okay? When I begged you. ”

The marshal rubbed his aching brows, and he sighed and said:

"I have a responsibility to my country and my monarch, so at least after the Black Plague is over"

"But that's what you said before the ten-year war began!"

"This time definitely! This time by all means, I promise! ”

(End of chapter)