After entering the castle, several warriors from the Misty Mountains who came forward came over, and they were very familiar with leading the horses of Aaron and his party to the stables, and took the knights to the treasury on the inside of the castle to rest - this is nothing, after all, the castle itself is still a fortress, and there can't be too many places for people to enjoy, even if it is a stable, it can be reluctant, and it is good to have a warehouse like a place to shelter from the wind and rain and keep warm.

"Please come with me, Lord Brenus. The Misty Mountain warrior walked over respectfully and made room for Aaron: "The main hall is over here, and the stove has been burned, so it's warm. ”

Zhilu said. Aaron casually responded, glancing at Ustan next to him, and the understanding tribune handed the flag to the knight beside him, and followed closely behind the duke, his eyes still looking to the side from time to time.

The castle was not large and the design was very rudimentary, but as far as he could see, it was very functional. There are several warehouses and stacked firewood houses, and the watchtower is about five meters high, which can accommodate at least two or three hundred people to defend, and it is almost impossible to break through. But it's not hopeless...... While thinking about it, he couldn't help but touch the heavy crossbow behind his back and the Pompeii sword on his waist, and the two stars on his stiff face followed the duke's footsteps without squinting.

Walking to the gate of the inner fort, two guards guarding the door, full of patterns, silently opened the door, this time the Misty Mountain warrior did not follow in again, but turned away, only Aaron and Ustan walked in, and then "bang", the door was closed again.

As soon as he entered the door, Aaron felt a tidal heat coming towards him. When he stepped into the main hall, the Duke who was originally unsettled was immediately shocked - is this really the cold and barren Arctic Ice Field?!

A strand of crimson velvet stretched from under his feet to the wall directly opposite the hall, and it seemed as if he couldn't borrow any strength when he stepped on it. The stone walls on both sides of the hall are covered with layers of draped curtains – this looks normal, as the stone walls are prone to water seepage and need to be shielded. But in places like the Far North Ice Sheet, you can see large stacked banners about the size of Mistermai's Castle. It's unthinkable.

On both sides of the wall are flaming tallow torches, reflecting the whole hall in gold, and above the long table in the center of the hall, there is even a chandelier, about two dozen candles, all golden, looking more like the Roman style. On the left and right are two large fireplaces, on which are hung several soup pots, and the evaporation of the hot water makes the whole hall moist - as if this is not the depths of the Far North Ice Field, but the manor castle of some nobleman.

Aaron who was shocked. Silently walking over to the chair at the long table facing the main seat, Ustan walked over and served him to sit down. The thick high-backed chair was covered with black bear fur, which was so soft that people couldn't help but feel sleepy, but now Aaron just wanted to see the so-called "Lord Wimpal" quickly, and he didn't mean to sleep at all.

"How does it feel to be here?" Aaron asked slowly, leaning back in his chair and looking back at Ustan behind him, blinking, "Tell me about it, my flag bearer." ”

"Luxury. Ustan Konstantin snorted coldly and replied disdainfully. Probably because I don't think it's enough. And one more sentence: "Brutal!"

Aaron's originally slightly smiling face became solemn again—if it was his former self, he would have stood up angrily and drew his sword to fight the other party, but now that he is the Duke of Mistermael, he can no longer continue to let himself do anything like in the past, no matter how angry he is, he can't show it.

Just when the two of them were thoughtful. A little girl came out from behind the folded curtains, her thin body wearing a coat not much better than a rag, and her hair was short. Pushing a small wooden cart to the fireplace, he laboriously removed a copper pot and put it on the cart. Pushing the car step by step, Aaron, who was a little unbearable, wanted to stand up several times. Gritted his teeth and pretended not to see each other.

When the little girl walked to his side, he realized that the little wooden cart was a towel. The timid girl turned around, and although her face was not clean, it was not patterned—it was a highlander!

"Please wipe your sweat and drink some hot water to warm up, sir. The girl handed Aaron a towel filled with hot water in a copper pot, and Aaron, whose face was as cold as ice, looked into the girl's eyes—a pair of dead eyes like a tree, and there was no life at all. Aaron, who was in a mess in his heart, wiped it casually, returned the towel to her, took another sip of the cup, and couldn't help but say more: "Xie Lu Xie." ”

As if she hadn't heard, the girl took the towel with a blank face, and pushed the small wooden cart that was taller than her and left, staggering away from Aaron's sight.

"You're not wrong at all, Ulstein. Aaron suddenly said, "I want to meet that 'Master Wimpal' more and more now, I really want to see him immediately!"

"The cities in the south will only be ten times more miserable and ten times more pitiful than here. Ustan couldn't help but want to persuade the duke, who was already extremely angry: "We must calm down, Your Majesty Theodore cannot afford to lose you." That's not our point, at least...... Not yet!"

"Jorah, they must have returned, and it may not be more than two days before our news reaches Caesarea. Aaron gritted his teeth and said calmly: "We don't have much time, we have to solve the problem here as soon as possible." ”

Ustan nodded—from the very beginning, Aaron had no intention of letting Gardo send troops, and the reason why he said this was nothing more than to stall for time. Now that there is an option to stabilize the situation, negotiation is the best way to stop the riots for the time being, so that the Ryan tribe can have time to train their army until Rome has the strength to wipe them out once and for all!

"Damn, the Radiant Cross is on top, and I suddenly regret coming north. Aaron silently muttered to himself: "This kind of thing, it is more appropriate to let Bran or Salald be in charge!"

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............, "When did you send this information?!" Theodor said in a deep voice with a cold face, "Why didn't you wait until the meeting was over to send it to me!!"

"It's the caravan that just returned from the Ryan tribe. Virgil replied in a chilling whisper: "It was indeed just delivered, and I didn't expect it to be ............."

"I don't have time to hear your arguments here!" Theodore roared in a terrible voice, turning around and grabbing the shoulder of the captain of the guard, Varence, "Call Mehemus and let the First Wing assemble at the port at once!"

"Yes!" Valence, who was always spotless, never said a word, he only needed an order from Caesar, and then followed the order to do what he had to do, and that's it.

"Calm down, Caesar!" Virgil suddenly grabbed Theodore's right hand and pulled him over: "You can't leave Caesarea now, let alone go north, whatever it's for!"

"I know you're very angry right now, but listen to me!" The pale foreign minister looked at Theodore directly: "You are the Caesar of Rome, the emperor! If you go to the north now, it will be equivalent to letting the whole of Rome focus on the barren Far North ice field, which has no birds, which is too dangerous for Rome now!!"

"The only option now is to wait. Virgil knew that if he didn't explain it clearly, he might not even be able to get out of the Senate: "Since you let the Duke of Mithmael go to the north, you should believe that he can solve the problem." Moreover, the current situation is still in our favor -- the other side does not dare to act rashly, they know the consequences! If they can succeed, they can win at least three to five years!"

"What if...... What if something happens to Aaron?" Theodore looked at him coldly, and his voice was hoarse: "Does Rome still need to turn a deaf ear, does this shame still need to be patient?!"

"No, if that's the case, we have enough excuses. Virgil breathed a sigh of relief: "Even if we send troops north at that time, we have a reason." And it will not affect the hostility towards the orcs, nor will the dwarves and elves think that we are preparing to break the covenant. ”

"Actually, Caesar. Don't you think this is a good thing?" Virgil's face suddenly turned extremely cold, and he said faintly: "I beg your pardon for such words, but if Duke Aaron Brennus really dies in the north, it will be good for you or for Rome. ”

Virgil's voice came to an abrupt end - if Aaron died, the Brennus family would lose their direct descendants in the first place, and they would have to choose a successor from their close sidelines, and Rome would march north in the name of revenge for him, and the Brennus family would naturally have to actively cooperate, so Theodore could set up a puppet and completely control the Mithroma region. In less than ten years, the influence of the original Brenus family will be completely gone, and the entire territory will be completely under the direct control of Rome, instead of relying on the power of provincial nobles as it is now.

"......" Theodore's eyes were cold, and the grabbed right hand slammed into the ground, and the weakened Virgil fell to the marble floor.

"I'm a Roman. Virgil lowered his head, slowly got up from the ground, and said in a low voice: "The only person I have allegiance to is Caesar, who fought for Caesar and for Rome." And not some other duke!" (To be continued......)