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"A bunch of cowards!" Tirango scolded in a low voice with an angry face, "Our warriors are fighting for the glory of the family at the front, what else are you political officials doing besides worrying about this and that every day?"

"Tirango's commander-in-chief!" Baron Milo, the treasurer, said in a soft voice, "Fighting a war requires weapons to arm soldiers, war horses to ration knights, and food to feed soldiers, without these, what do you take to fight, you fight for the glory of the family, aren't we for the glory of the family?"

"That's enough, there's only one thing to discuss in today's meeting," Dardanelle waved his hand with a gloomy face to stop the quarrel, "How should our Dardanelles family take Sathos and avoid being threatened by Samor?"

"It's almost impossible! The Samoorians have always been strong. It is impossible to sit back and watch your sphere of influence being intervened by others" Baron Fen Lang wiped the sweat from his forehead with a hesitant face, glanced at Dardanelleh in fear from the corner of his eyes, and said in a slightly trembling voice

"Unless, unless we join forces with the Dylans family, maybe there's still some hope of competing with Samoor!"

"Bastard!" said Tirango, jumping up as if he had been pricked in the ass by a needle, his eyes blood-red

"Do you want our noble Dardanelles family to unite with that despicable woman? Have you forgotten how Young Master Feletus died? If it weren't for the patriarch's refusal, I would have led the army to the nest!"

"Tirango!" Dardanelleh clenched his palms and scolded with a blue face, "This is a meeting to decide the future fate of the family, not a personal performance field, although the Dyrens family has a blood feud with us, but in the face of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, personal grievances must be put aside"

"But my lord, Master Feletus ......" Tirango looked at Dardanelleh's iron-blue face and was speechless, a tear hung in the corner of Dardanelleh's eyes, as a partner who grew up with the previous heir of the Dardanelles family, Tirango knew very well the weight of Feletus in Dardanelleh's heart, if it wasn't for the unexpected death of the heir who had been painstakingly cultivated, why would Dardanelleh, who had already entered the end of his life, personally plan this war.

"Let's do it this way!" Dardanelle said in a dull voice, his body trembled slightly, as if he was enduring extreme pain, his eyes were closed for a while, and when he opened them again, his haggard and old expression seemed to have aged ten years, and his arm waved weakly to Baron Fenron, "You immediately go to the Nest on behalf of the Dardanelles, and tell Sù Dylans Kelly, as long as we form a military alliance with us, our Dardanelles family is willing to give up the Haas region in the south!"

"My lord, you are the wisest person in this world!" Seeing Dardanelle imprinting the family seal on the text, Baron Fenlang bowed respectfully, picked up the alliance document he had just signed from the table, and disappeared into the corridor of the hall of the Dardanelles family's mansion.

On the night of early autumn, the bright moon hangs high in the sky, the pale moonlight shrouds the city of Rivading with a layer of white sand, the noisy downtown on the outskirts of the city only gets a trace of peace at this time, the shops in the market have been closed, the merchants begin to calculate the benefits of the day, the carriages transporting goods are gradually becoming scarce, and the lights in the city are constantly lit, like the stars under the night.

After nearly 2 years of painstaking management by the fat man, the city has grown from the original medium-sized city to a real big city, the population has tripled, reaching an objective 150,000 people, and the outer city has also expanded three times, the first is the original city of Zhivading.

Between the second and third ramparts, there are more than a dozen large freight wharves and large warehouses, spanning the banks of the Satsuma Kuri River that runs through the city, and merchant ships can enter the city wharves from the expanded waterway, fill them with goods, and then leave Zhivading along the river, during the busiest opening of the market, the merchant ships carrying goods are like schools of fish crossing the river, shuttling endlessly through the seven tall gates of Zhivadin.

A Samori military transport ship with a belly and a round waist that is twice as large as the Mandarin merchant ship, swayed and docked in the dark night, swaying other merchant ships around it, and the bustling night market dock in the past is now full of dense Satromour soldiers, three steps and one post, five steps and one sentry, and a team of heavily armed patrols shuttled back and forth, seeing the transport ship docking, the captain of the guards who had been waiting for a long time, Salon immediately stepped forward, and the figure of the fat man appeared on the sampan of the transport ship.

The fat man stepped out of the boat and got into an arranged black carriage, which was flanked by hundreds of Satema Guardsmen, and the beautiful moonlight fell on the carriage, and in the silence of the night only the creaking of the wheels and the crunch of the horses' hooves against the stone path

"Miss Jones Nelly has received it?" the fat man leaned on the velvet sofa in the carriage and asked Salon on the other side, a day's sailing made the fat man feel that his skeleton had been shaken, and it took two days to travel from Kyoto to Zhivadine, and one day to take a boat,

"Yes, my lord," Ssalonn replied respectfully, "we waited for Miss Jonesnelly at the contact point in Hasian Town the day after we received your lordship's letter, and although there was a slight accident, fortunately nothing was a big deal!"

"Little accident?" the fat man stood up from the couch with an indignant face, "what the hell is going on?

"No, my lord, we found the stalker behind Miss Jones Nelly's carriage" Ssalon saw the fat man's nervous expression, and hurriedly reported, "After interrogation, it is a member of the Kyoto Deshak family, and now he is still imprisoned in the dungeon of Zhivadin, if you need to ...... it yourself"

"No need, you can deal with it!" The fat man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that it was just a tracker, and waved his hand to Salon, such a little minion, the fat man had no interest in interrogating.

"I don't want to expose the fig leaf of the conservatives in Kyoto yet, as long as the time is right, they won't have to get involved with us, they will fight themselves, or let's talk about the situation in the south, you report that the Dardanelles and Dylans families in the south have formed a military alliance, is this true?"

"I think so, according to our eyeliner, three days ago, the envoy of the Dardanelles arrived in Woche Ze, and had a secret conversation with the woman Dylan Kelly Mi for an afternoon" Ssalon took out an encrypted letter from his bosom with a solemn face and handed it to the fat man

"This is the urgent report that the head of the Statunko Banner, who is in charge of the southern defense, has just sent an urgent report, the army of the Dardanelles family, which has entered the Haas region in the west, took the initiative to withdraw from the Haas area yesterday afternoon, while the 5,000 troops of the Dyrens family have marched into the Hudur area bordering our Samoor, and they have retreated and advanced! I think the truth is no longer important, because the matter is too urgent, and the subordinates have taken matters into their own hands, and asked the adults to return to Zhivadin to preside over the overall situation!"

"It's really my mistake!" The fat man read the secret letter with a solemn face, and sighed: "The old fox who was already Dardanierh would fight to the death with the Dyrens family because of the revenge of killing his son, but he didn't expect this old fox to be so ambitious, and he would rather make peace with the killer and seize this rare opportunity."

"Immediately mobilize the army of the corps headquarters on the outskirts of Kyoto to return to Zhivadin, and order the light cavalry corps and the longbow brigade of the Thornwa tribe that are being trained in the southern mountains to be stationed in the Hudur area" The fat man casually took out a quill pen and a thick piece of sandpaper from the cabinet of the carriage, signed two military orders and handed them to Salon, "Tell Sùstatunenko, I will send more reinforcements soon, I don't care what the situation is there, you let him open his eyes, if he loses an inch of Satsuma land, I will remove his flag commander!"

"Yes, my lord!" Salon took the military order with a stern face, and the carriage stopped outside a hotel, and Salon pointed to the dim light on the second floor of the hotel and said, "Miss Jones Nelly is arranged on the second floor of the hotel, the boss and guys here are all our people, and there is a team of secret sentries around it, absolutely safe!"

The fat man pushed open the door and stepped out of the carriage, waving his hand to Salonn and the guard, "You all go back first, I won't go back to the Governor's Mansion for the time being, if you have anything to do, you can come here to find me!"

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