610 I live up to my promise
Who would have thought?
The ruler of the Snowton Empire, King Nacini, who was concerned about the safety of the society, actually slipped from under the noses of the defenders into the heavily guarded city of Severa.
When he lifted his hood and stood tall in the banquet hall of the Grand Duke's Mansion, everyone present was stunned and devastated. Of course, except for Allegri, he who had long known the inside story, had a helpless wry smile on his face.
If he could stop it, Allegri would never agree to King Nacini taking the risk himself. But the problem is, no one can disobey the Lion King's orders. King Nacini stubbornly believes that Grand Duke Ian is fickle and capricious, and if he can't completely suppress it with the power of thunder, he will sway from side to side like grass on the wall.
Allegri, who was the envoy, was not enough to put such pressure on him.
Therefore, the young king decided to go out and infiltrate the city of Severa as a bodyguard. And Ian Archduke's expression seems to confirm his point. However, when he thought of the exuberant appearance of King Nacini before leaving, Allegri felt that the inability to go into battle and the uncomfortable feeling were the deep reasons for his insistence.
"Your Highness, am I weighty?" asked King Nacini with his blond hair scattered over his shoulders like the mane of a male master.
He stood at the south end of the table, his hands behind his back, looking at the majestic posture and his bearing. On the other side, Grand Duke Ian, who was full of oil, had not yet woken up from the shock just now, salivating at the corners of his mouth, and had a demented expression. In contrast, one is the scorching sun in the sky, and the other is the light of fireflies, which is simply incomparable.
The 21st day of October in the third year of the revival calendar is a day that will be talked about by future generations. The first time the rulers of the two sides of the Civil War met, they discussed the absurd issue of surrender and surrender.
It is no wonder that in later history books, Grand Duke Ian is often selected into the list of "Top Ten Dumb Lords", and his unbelievable performances. It's just getting started.
"Na...... ......"Archduke Ian stood for a long time, and then rolled down directly from the soft couch, bowed down, and said in his mouth, "Wechen knocked to the king." β
Viscount Reims next to him was preparing to perform a knightly ceremony. Seeing this scene, he also had to kneel.
"Excuse me," said King Nacini, who raised his hand and still stood still, and said with a smile, "I have come in person, is His Highness the Grand Duke still satisfied?"
"Don't dare, don't dare," Grand Duke Ian didn't get up. He kowtowed again and again, "The king is coming to Severa, and the ministers are overjoyed." After all, he has been living in the shadow of the Holy See, and he is very familiar with this set of empty words.
"Your Majesty, it's not too early," Allegri said softly, after a moment's reckoning, "it's better to sign the contract as soon as possible." It was just in time to get out of town before dawn. β
"Sign, sign. Grand Duke Ian enthusiastically said, "Lance, go and get the pen and ink." β
Allegri took out the pre-prepared contract from his bosom and placed it on the table, and Grand Duke Ian did not look at it carefully. Sign your name directly at the end and then stamp the seal of the Grand Duke.
King Nacini also signed his name, and then took off the gold seal from his waist and pressed it hard. Allegri flipped the paper to the back, revealing intricate vine-like patterns. He chanted softly. The magic of the flames was infused into it, and the lines lit up one after another, linking the two names together.
The magic contract is announced.
The night is quiet.
In the banquet hall of the Grand Duke's Palace, there is a scene of joy.
"I will live up to me, I will live up to my secretary," King Nacini promised with a kind expression, "After the matter is completed, His Royal Highness the Grand Duke will control the entire Northwest Theater of Operations, and when I unify the continent, I will give you the right to open a government and establish a state, finance, military taxes, and power, and the empire will not interfere." β
"Thank you. Grand Duke Ian showed a grateful expression, and even the title was quietly changed to "Majesty" specifically for "Emperor".
"The specific communication between the inside and outside of the city is still in charge of Jubiano," the cheerful King Nacini ordered in an orderly manner, "and when you are ready, we will join forces with the outside and take the city of Severa." β
"It will take about three to four weeks to prepare," Archduke Ian said, and Viscount Reims hurriedly stepped forward, "For the sake of secrecy, I must secretly bribe the generals and install cronies in order to gradually control all the defenders of a certain city gate. β
"There's no hurry," King Nacini waved his hand considerately, "The launch time can be postponed a bit, but it's best to let the 'Bright Ballista' fire be muted for a while." β
"Yes. Viscount Reims nodded in response. It's not an easy job. He needed at least half an hour to dig up the earth and rocks blocking the gates, destroy the defenses at the city's head, and even raise a butcher's knife against his former comrades.
"I'll leave it to both of you," encouraged King Nacini, "and in a month's time, hopefully we will be able to celebrate our victory here and drink for a long time." β
"They will live up to the king's trust. Grand Duke Ian and Viscount Reims replied in unison.
Several people sat around the dining table and confirmed the key points one by one. The time for a cup of tea passed quickly, and Allegri frequently looked at the hourglass next to him, and urged again, "Your Majesty, it's time to get out of the city." β
"All right," said King Nacini, rising and putting his hood back on, "then let's go first." β
"Congratulations to Your Majestyβ" Before Grand Duke Ian finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves on the street outside the Grand Duke's mansion. Viscount Reims's expression changed slightly, and he immediately confessed his guilt and walked out of the door quickly.
Allegri's heart suddenly lifted. Instead, King Nacini took a sip of tea, calm as usual.
Grand Duke Ian was startled, his face turned pale, and he looked out the door in fear, waiting for Lance's reply.
"Bishop Nouns is here," Lance reported softly as he returned to the banquet hall after a moment, "I asked the guards to stop them for the time being, on the pretext that His Highness was still resting. β
"Unstoppable ......" Hearing this, Grand Duke Ian was like a thunderbolt, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were blank, "He must know, he must be, he is here to arrest me......" His tone gradually became hysterical, like ants on a hot pan, anxiously circling in the banquet hall.
"Your Highness, if this were the case, Bishop Nornes would have broken down the door long ago. Lance's words finally calmed him down, and Grand Duke Ian grabbed his hand and asked in a loud voice, "You say, what should I do?"
"Please go to the side hall for a while," Viscount Reims reassured Archduke Ian, "Your Highness, you pretend to be hungover, and I will send Bishop Noens away." β
... (To be continued......)
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