December 2, Norman City.

Winster stood in the gloomy vault, facing two rows of tall and narrow carved seats. The candelabra made of raw iron peeked out of the pillars, and the dim light of the fire was thrown down, and an old man could be faintly seen curled up on each chair.

This is the House of Elders, the stronghold of aristocratic forces, independent of the six provinces and three divisions, and far away from the royal court.

"Winster, Tagore?" asked the old man in a long voice at the top of the left side.

"Winster. The young man replied that he was the illegitimate son of the Tagor family and had not yet been included in the family tree and had no right to use the surname.

"Oh?" the old man glanced at him, nodded and praised, "Those Praetorian Guard generals are willing to nominate you as the representative of the liaison between the two sides, it seems that you have a good relationship with them on weekdays." ”

"Yes, my lord, I have often feasted and hunted with them, and I am familiar with each other. Winster replied respectfully. The aristocratic leaders here are all people who have been immersed in Vanity Fair for many years, and he must give a reasonable explanation for his actions.

"Well," the old man on the right spoke, his voice low and hoarse, "Winster, what reward do you want to get after the deed?" These old men, who had been disguised for most of their lives, were too lazy to be vain and wronged, so they directly asked this question.

"I want my name to be included in the family tree and to be the heir to a branch of the family. Winster asked without hesitation.

"What do you think, Tagore?" the old man on the left looked at Duke Tagore, this request was not too much, and it should be met.

"Yes," the old duke nodded, and said warmly, "Winster, if you can facilitate the cooperation between the two sides." I have done a great job, and I will include you in the family tree and set up a separate subordinate family. ”

"Thank you, my lord. Winster bowed and bowed, looking grateful.

"The House of Elders will also facilitate this," the old man on the left added, turning to the main topic. "So, Winster, what are the conditions of those generals?"

"They demanded that the first ones enter the palace," said Winster, "and that the lords promised that they would be given the title of nobility when the deed was done." ”

"A bunch of greedy people. The short and fat old man at the bottom snorted in a low voice. The first to enter the royal palace. Naturally, they want to loot treasures, and after the sweep of this group of guys, I am afraid that there will be nothing of value left in the palace.

"A little money, what's the matter with giving it to them," said another white-eyed old man, shaking his head, "but with their numbers." All of them are knighted, I'm afraid it's inappropriate. ”

Noble leaders, you say a word to me. After discussing for half an hour, the old man on the left finally decided, "The first request, there is no problem...... As for the matter of knighthood, the rank of captain. They can be given the rank of baron, the rank of general, can be made viscount, and the four commanders can be made counts. What do you think?"

"I'll tell you that, but I don't think it's a big problem. Winster replied respectfully.

"Next question," continued the old man on the left, "what can the Praetorian Guard do in order to obtain our promise?"

"After the incident, the Praetorian Guard will divide into four routes, and take control of all the gates of the Norman city," replied Winster in detail, "and in the process they will not obey any orders of the old general of Kudran, nor interfere in the situation in the city, nor allow a single soldier to enter the city." ”

"We also don't want a single person in Norman City to escape from the city," added the old man on the left, "and since they are going to be the first to enter the palace, the Praetorian Guard needs to send an elite force to assist us in attacking the palace." ”

"Of course," Winster nodded, "these requests are reasonable, and they have no reason to refuse. ”

"Queen Catherina, she must be handed over to us as soon as possible, without the slightest damage. The old man on the right interjected. In any case, they don't want to anger Cat Roman, if the legendary warrior goes north with a sword, this group of old guys, I'm afraid that none of them will be able to sleep well.

"Sir, is there anything else?" asked Winster, looking up as he could agree.

"No, you stand down. The old man on the right commanded. Seeing that the old duke of Tagore also waved his hand, Winster saluted again and bowed out of the vault.

After he left, the old man on the left thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "Is he credible?"

In the shadows of the hall, a thin old magician flashed, he showed the gray crystal in his hand, and replied vaguely, "The true vision crystal has not changed color, and what he said is true." ”

Everyone looked at each other and dispelled the doubts in their hearts. The white-eyed old man sighed casually, "I also have a few illegitimate children in my family, and their abilities are extraordinary, and they are much stronger than those rabbit cubs. ”

"But their blood is not pure," snorted the old man on the left, "no matter how capable they are, they will not inherit the family business." ”

"Perhaps, we should be kinder to them?" said the white-eyed old man.

"What they want is not kindness, but equality," the old man on the right shook his head, his voice hoarse, "But if they are treated equally, what will the sons of law think, the clan is unstable, and there will be civil strife, don't forget, how many thousand-year-old families have collapsed because of this?"

The old men all nodded yes, and Duke Tagor thought for a moment and asked, "What do you think of Lady de Vlais for the nomination of Viscount Davide as the new king?"

"Prince Douglas's only son, who is only thirteen years old now, will be easier to control in comparison. The short and fat old man retorted, they all had their favorite candidates, and a fierce argument suddenly broke out in the dome.

"Okay, we'll talk about that later. The old man on the left slapped the table dissatisfiedly and suppressed everyone's voices.

"The news I just received," the old man on the right coughed a few times, pinched out a scroll of paper from his sleeve, and said slowly, "Because there is no surplus food in the army, the king intends to fight a decisive battle with the new army of Light under the city of Severa within three days...... If this is defeated, the Principality of Ian will be destroyed in the near future, and if this defeat is achieved, then hundreds of thousands of troops will not be able to escape the end of the situation......"

When he said a few words, he was about to stop and rest for a while, looking intermittent and weak, but the rest of the people were sitting upright with solemn expressions.

“...... What is certain is that no matter whether he wins or loses, in a short period of time, he will not have time to take care of the rear," the old man on the right side propped his hands on the table, and his voice became more and more powerful, "All the princes go back and prepare, as long as the front line shows a slight defeat, Norman and the Herseus Valley will immediately launch, and change the course of the two-pronged approach!"

"Yes. "These old men, who add up to nearly a thousand years old, are like a group of passionate warriors. They all stood up and high-fived to celebrate the arrival of this great time.

A golden age for the aristocracy, with puppet kings sitting in front of the throne and dividing the kingdom behind their backs.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (First update.) ）