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In broad daylight, among the ten thousand armies, it was obviously unrealistic to want to escape alone, and dozens of knights immediately surrounded them from all sides and surrounded them in the center! After the price of the collapse of several tents, the siege was finally closed, but after a while, the knights who came to report to the Pyrenees looked embarrassed: "Report to the general...... The two men died. They had a very strong poison on them, and we couldn't stop them from committing suicide. ”

"Oh. The old general nodded, but did not make any comment, but turned his gaze to Count Herman.

"Your Excellency, what do you mean by this?" The old general's gaze could be calm, but Herman couldn't keep his sanity, especially now, almost everyone's eyes fell on him, and the suspicion in it was self-evident, so that a piece of sweat instantly appeared on the earl's forehead, shining on the pale, bloodless skin: "Just by relying on these two dead people, can explain that I am with that ...... God of Conspiracy...... What does it matter? I've never even heard of the name of such an evil god! You better put away this trick! No matter how much you confuse the public, you will not be able to clear the name of that vicious woman, that serious criminal!"

"Oh, really? You have nothing to do with him, huh?"

The Psychic Warlock's voice was a little indifferent, but then turned to the surroundings: "I think everyone has heard what Count Hermann just said, so I want to ask you a question." After a pause, he asked, word for word, "Have you ever heard of the god Arestlutres?"

There was silence in the venue. The people in the front row looked at each other, and they all saw themselves slowly shaking their heads in each other's eyes - there are many gods in this world, but in order to spread the faith, most of the gods want to be known, even the gods in charge of assassinations. Nor will they let themselves go into obscurity.

"You...... You're shamelessly framed! I've never been with anything...... God of Conspiracy...... What does it matter!You, a spy of the empire, a traitor, we Herman are loyal courtiers of the kingdom, and you are a small trap ...... at all."

Herman's face was pale and he roared hoarsely! His mind was in turmoil, but he didn't know what was going on with this qiē, that damn black-robed mage, that Claudia...... And where did the two assassins come about? Questions ran back and forth in his mind, but everyone around him was staring at him at this time. They all had some clear looks, and even the two priests of the God of Dawn around him immediately owed their bodies, and seemed to be avoiding him!

"Enough, Lord Count. Where is your aristocratic demeanor?" the Pyrenees finally couldn't help but speak at this time. Interrupt that piercing howl.

After shouting those words, the old general couldn't help but shake his head. I could barely maintain the cold expression on my face - what kind of ridiculous bizarre scene this was? to make myself say the shit word 'manners'? A complete shit farce!

The Pyrenees had heard of Cindy Claudia, though the name of the 'Flower of the Knights of the Northlands' was somewhat exaggerated by the old general—after all, women, especially beautiful women, were more or less favored in the male-dominated barracks. But women. But it should definitely not be the protagonist of the war! So it is not a strange thing to lose the city, or even to defect before the war, and to be born in the body of a woman.

But in the judgment of this matter. He did not hesitate to favor the woman, because the old general, who had risen from soldier to knight, was also familiar with the conflict between nobles and knights.

In the eyes of the nobles, the soldier is nothing more than a rude offender, a necessitative, but disgusting tool, or there will be some real knights among the nobles who are willing to share the weal and woe with the warriors, but most of them, especially those who are as weak as the middle-aged man in front of them, are shit cowards, and they tend to have a rather strong rejection of the knights, whom they call the arrogance of the nobility, but in the eyes of the Pyrenees it is only the deepest jealousy— Like those ugly women who like to use all kinds of vicious stories to arrange beautiful women, the faces of the girls are no different!

This goddamn jealousy seems to be the natural strength of those who are not dominant, and can make those women come up with all kinds of vicious curses, and those nobles are more fond of carrying out that kind of boring and shady tricks, intrigues and the like, which is what they are best at, and for decades, not to mention rumors in the army, even the Pyrenees himself has experienced how many times he has gone through the matter of abolishing such bastards with the reward he deserves because he offended the superior nobles, so if it is said in this matter, this stupid and self-confessed cunning fool has not done anything...... Even if the god of dawn came forward in person and ensured that there was no problem here, the Pyrenees would not believe it!

But more importantly, he had brought the Assassin into the barracks! What if his target wasn't just the woman?

The terrible association made the Pyrenees feel that something cool on his back kept flowing downward, and he grinded his teeth hatefully, and the old general narrowed his eyes and stared at the pale-faced middle-aged man: "Your Excellency, you better answer me a question." He tugged on the reins of his horse, allowing himself to gradually draw closer to the fellow, and his deep voice was like a sonorous knock on an anvil: "You said that those two people have nothing to do with you, and you don't know anything about it, right?

"I? I didn't say it, I didn't say it! I didn't know he was ...... I didn't even say he was the god of conspiracy!" Herman was stunned, then shouted!

The answer is simply yes

"Shut up!"

The roar of the Pyrenees was like a thunderclap that bloomed on the spot! He drew the sheathed sword from his waist and slammed the other man off his horse!

"That's enough! Your Excellency, you should tell His Royal Highness that you are talking nonsense! Of course, if Your Highness is willing to see you bastard full of lies! Someone, arrest this damn bastard! Ask him how many assassins he has in the barracks!"

"What do you say, no. What I said is true! This is a conspiracy, a trick made up by the spies of the Empire! Someone has framed me!"

The impact of the fall from his horse made the hapless Count really dizzy at once! He sat on the ground, and for a moment could not figure out what he had done wrong, until several wolf-like knights dragged him up and dragged him to the other side, and he remembered and shouted: "You can't do this, Pyrenees! You are only a third-class count, and you have no right to arrest me! I have done a good job for the king, and I have shed blood for the kingdom! I am the lord of the city." I want to see His Majesty the King, I want to see the King......"

"Phew!"

Spat at the man who was constantly struggling to move away, and the old general waved the long sword in his hand hatefully: "This damn aristocratic scum full of lies......! Shame on you! Shame on you! All right, boys, let's get out of the way! Don't let anyone get in any more sneaky stuff!, as for you, Viscount Vincent. ”

The old man narrowed his eyes. looked at the still black robe: "This matter." His Royal Highness the Prince will definitely ask questions, and I hope there won't be any magical problems in it?"

"Your Excellency, General, you are worrying too much. The Psychic Warlock looked up and raised the corners of his mouth, "It's not a simple thing, it's not magic, right? Do you think these two priests will not see anything unusual?"

The smiling face hidden in the shadow of the hood seemed to be extraordinarily gentle and bright, but when looking at him. The Pyrenees felt himself shiver for some reason, and the gentle smile suddenly reminded him of the metal carved beast face of the enemy he faced when he was younger, when he first went to battle—after the silence, there was a fierceness and killing cruelty that could burst out at any moment.

The sudden chaos interrupted the old general's thoughts, and he turned his head to see the soldiers not far away who were shouting chaotically and converging in one place. 、

"What the hell is this?"

"General, the ...... Count Hermann ......"

"What the hell is going on? What did he do?"

A soldier squeezed through the crowd, ran up to the general, hesitated to speak, but paused. So the old general became completely impatient, this series of things just now had completely exhausted his little patience, and when he thought of the troublesome problems to deal with in the follow-up, he felt the center of his head tighten for a while—so the questioning voice was also extremely fierce.

"Yes...... That's, Count Herman...... He killed himself!" The poor soldier swallowed a few mouthfuls of spit and responded loudly.

"What?" the Pyrenees was stunned, then jumped off his horse and grabbed the hapless fellow by the collar, "He's dead, who killed him?"

"He committed suicide...... Checkmate. Ahem...... He suddenly snatched the captain's sword, and no one expected him to have so much strength...... Then he wiped his neck and almost cut off his head......"

"Bastard!"

The old general shook him off, turned his gaze, and looked at the black-robed man once more—this time, his eyes widened, as if he were looking at something he had never seen before. But after a while, he just shook his head and turned to leave: "You go and explain this matter to Your Highness yourself!"

Edward just smiled.

Explain? Explain what?

The black cauldron on Claudia's body, he had long wanted to help her remove it, but the things involved in this matter were too troublesome, and he had no reason to waste time and run so far to find the other party's trouble, but since this time, this unlucky Earl personally sent it to the door, he naturally didn't mind, and gave him a psionic suicidal impulse.

If a case wants to be overturned, the best and fastest way is naturally to find the most direct evidence, but if there is no evidence...... Then it is obviously faster and more effective to make one than to find the original old.

The hapless Earl may never have figured out how the fact that Arestolus was the god of conspiracy could be evidence of his arrest - his question was nothing more than "I never had anything to do with Arestotelor or anything!" Unfortunately, when the voice left his mouth, the psionic tentacles all around him spun and twisted, and the sound was disassembled and reforged into another note. And in the excitement, how could this Earl, who knew very little about magic, know that there would be such a strange power as psionic energy in the world, which would produce such a negative use?

Or in this world, there is no such thing as seeing is believing and hearing is false, but even if there is, probably no one will believe that someone will do such an unbelievable thing in front of everyone, right?

It's a pity, though. Obviously, this matter will not end with the death of the poor earl.

......

"You've gone too far, Vincent. ”

Prince Strand put down the teacup in his hand. looked at the friend in front of him and shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The Herman family will not give up on this." And even if Count Hermann died. I can't just revoke the sentence against General Claudia, she's still a criminal. ”

"The Herman family doesn't want to give up, how many people are they going to die to give up?"

The Psychic Warlock didn't touch the teacup in front of him, but leaned back in his chair without paying attention. Tilt your head slightly.

At this moment, the place where they are is a special sleeping tent for the prince, isolated by magic. There was no danger of being overheard, but he still had some scruples—the Lord Marquis Rudolph stood in the shadows in the corner of the tabernacle at this moment. With a wolf-like gaze, he stared at him viciously. The squinted eyes can't hide the anger in their eyes, like a vicious wolf who will pounce on him at any time and choose someone to devour.

But Edward just looked at him, smiling indifferently.

"Viscount Vincent, what do you want to do!" After enduring it for a while, the demon wolf finally couldn't help but speak, and his low roar was a little hoarse: "On this expedition, the number of soldiers of the Herman family occupies 12,000, and they are the main force of the infantry in the army, are you ready to let us lose this war?"

"The way I propose to win this war is much better than yours. The Psychic Warlock turned his gaze away from him and spoke directly to Strand. "Do you think it's good to have a decisive battle against the coalition forces?"

"Now the kingdom can call on more than 30,000 soldiers, but the empire can almost get so many soldiers in just one provincial duke, although the number of mages and the quality of soldiers are much worse, but when we finish the decisive battle, the empire will already take this time to mobilize the second group of people to come soon, and we won't have much time to rest...... Grain and grass are a big problem. ”

Stran smiled bitterly, but in the end he didn't say anything against his intentions - he knew very well that this friend of his had known about these problems for a long time, and he would not change the outcome if he lied.

"Well said. The Psychic Warlock nodded, "So, why did you choose such a stupid way to attack?"

"Well, if you don't say that I know, that one asked for it, right?"

Wait a minute –

"The role of this idiot has already been accomplished, so wouldn't it be better to take this opportunity to kill him justifiably? Or, you want to do something with the help of his family, but it seems to me that there is no need for it, in fact, Greenland's military power,

"You know?"

"What do you know? Hehe, I don't know if you know what I know?"

The history of the world as he knew it was constantly evolving in the midst of war, and there was no such thing as peace, only war, and the stages of preparation for war...... However, about war - it is interesting that between two civilizations, it is always like to adopt two completely different habits. Westerners pay attention to decisive battles, whether two people fight or two people go head-to-head, pay attention to fairness, not to mention fighting in two rows, when the duel drops, it is also two people back to back, each taking a few steps forward, and then turning back, drawing guns or swords from each other, and starting a duel until one is killed...... If this kind of thing is put on the Orientals, it won't fight with you, as long as you turn around, go up and kill you. And the two armies are facing each other, they must curse and swear during the day, they must be good and wow, and then in the middle of the night they will take the soldiers to smash the glass at people's homes, the gold and silver are soft, and the little girls are slight...... (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better and faster!)