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"What's wrong?" In the study, Tails put down the quill pen he was copying the common letters of the contemporary alphabet and waved his hand impatiently, looking at Gilbert, who had been staring at him for an hour.

"With all due respect, Mr. Tails," said Gilbert, smiling softly, "if you were not a wealthy businessman, you might be a natural diplomat." ”

I didn't tell him if I knew about it, I just told him that I had been playing hide-and-seek with the little girl in the room for half an hour—Tails thought depressedly, crossing out the crooked "s" in his pen.

Tails was very unhappy, without him, and after the negotiation with Serena, Tails remembered the flexible and fickle face of the Archduchess between cold and passionate, and felt that it was inappropriate for a while.

So, just now, Tails asked Gilbert to analyze the situation for him.

To put it simply, Tails was put aside.

It seems that Serena has given in on the matter of blood, but this is the Mindish Hall, and neither Gilbert, Yodel, nor Jeanne, nor even His Majesty, the less reliable father, will watch him be drained of half a pint of blood in a day, that is to say:

One eighth of a pint a month is simply the amount that the other party expected!

So, Selina was completely uncompromising - in exchange for an ambiguous promise from Tails!

Help her reclaim the throne?

To his chagrin, Tails found himself the one who lost the negotiation.

"Businessmen, diplomats - I think you're secretly laughing at me. Tails lowered his head and turned another page of the "Collected Poems of Cahill Yell" that Gilbert had given him, copying the sentences on it, identifying the words and usage.

The night will dawn, the sky is not bright, and the holy day will be hidden in the nine places.

The land is about to collapse, the sea is covered, and the demons are obscure.

Copying down this antiphon in the style of an oriental night, Tails pouted, trying to understand the meaning.

Originally, Gilbert was particularly concerned about his shallow cultural foundation, and specially devised a huge and huge plan to supplement the language and writing—you know, it is all too normal for ordinary street gangsters to know nothing but their own names and the numbers on their coins.

But after crossing over, Tails has been paying attention to the words around him, coupled with the smooth flow of language, and his brain that seems to have amplified the memory module at some point, it only took more than an hour to master the recognition and writing of basic letters, and Tails can easily enter the stage of phoning words one by one and copying long sentences.

The speed is so fast, even Gilbert is also impressed, and it can only be attributed to the excellent bloodline of the Bright Star Royal Family once again.

Tails' reaction to this was to roll his eyes.

"No, you're in a good position. Gilbert walked over to him and watched him copy the complete long poem, "I have asked someone to check the information and information of the Night Realm, compared to her skilled sister, Serena Corleone, although not famous, is indeed the bloodline of the Nightwing King, who appeared before the Third Continental War, and is probably over four hundred years old. ”

"Despite being in a state of despair, she has sent Easteron to force you to choose between the loyalty of her subordinates and the strength of her allies, to shake your prestige, and to discourage you by reminding you of the fact that you have not yet become an heir, both of which demonstrate the cunning of an old Lordess of the Bloodline - or the shrewdness of the Extreme Steward. ”

"Fortunately, you did not let her succeed in this, but forced her to obtain chips in an almost chamboyous way. ”

Sure enough, it was the old witch, Tails took a sip in his heart and continued to copy.

The gods have fallen, the prison river is surging, the vicissitudes of the earth, the blood is spreading, the army is long, and the snow-capped mountains are retreating.

Heroes raise flags, kings hold spears, empires have fallen, heaven and earth have no light, panicked creatures, and loneliness.

What the hell is it written - Tails frowned, read the descriptive sentence, and absentmindedly replied, "Then you just watched me being bullied by them?"

Gilbert didn't say anything, just looked at Tails quietly.

Wait a minute.

Tails' hand holding the pen paused suddenly, as if thinking of something.

His ultra-high-powered brain began to automatically and spontaneously collect every factor and merge it into segments.

own identity.

Serena's identity.

The promise to reclaim the throne.

A covenant with one another.

Indifferent Gilbert.

And Serena's words: Even if you have to work hard to help Li become the heir and ascend to the throne!

"Gilbert," Tails tilted his brow, his mouth wide open, and looked at the former Foreign Secretary in disbelief, "is that you?"

The former foreign secretary grinned softly, his mustache curled gracefully.

"By the way, I remember," Tails exhaled and came to his senses, "Last night, you told them who I am!"

"You're not angry at the other party's arrogant attitude, nor are you ashamed of my identity being looked down upon," Tails stood up at his desk, his eyes suspicious, "This is a plan you had planned!"

Gilbert was noncommittal, just shrugged his shoulders in a rare playful way.

This made Tails sure right away.

Sure enough, it was Gilbert's plan!

Grass!

"You deliberately revealed my identity, just to guess that they would probably take advantage of this opportunity to take the initiative to negotiate with the heir of the kingdom when they were still in decline, and consolidate or strengthen the covenant in exchange for my promise after I succeeded to the throne - it may take a long time, but they are immortal bloodlines after all, and they can afford to wait!"

Damn! Tails secretly scolded Serena, that old witch, obviously planning in mind, but also pretending to be eager to recover her strength, eager to kill back to the Eastern Continent tomorrow!

Dead old man!Dead witch!

"I suppose you must have a reason to do this?" Tails let go of his emotions and frowned.

In sight, Gilbert lifted his hat and bowed.

"It's too dangerous for us and Corleone to be distrustful and suspicious of each other, but to live under the same roof in the name of cooperation, even on our turf. ”

"As for the safety of blood?" Gilbert sneered, and said faintly, "I have never dared to believe that with these unreliable things, we can guarantee the stability of cooperation - we and Corleone may turn against each other at any time and endanger ourselves." ”

"But now it's different, you become the heir and she takes back the throne, and the two are tied together. For your help, she must help you first. ”

"It seems unexpected, but you have used a promise of the king in the future to get a more stable help now. Gilbert smiled mysteriously: "Winning allies with the bundle of interests is the essence of politics." ”

"As for what you said, watching you get bullied by them?"

"It's my job to share your worries. ”

"But the responsibility of raising you to be a worthy heir is just as important to me as it is to protect you from damage in any sense. Gilbert smiled, "Serena Corleone is just a down-and-out foreign dignitary, and you will be the future of the Kingdom of Stars, I think this is a little quiz." ”

Tails lowered his head and rolled his eyes again.

"Since you have this idea, why don't you just go to them and propose an alliance?" the unwilling Tails replied stiffly.

"My little gentleman," Gilbert blinked, "diplomatic negotiations are like a sword game, the one who strikes first gets the first opportunity......"

“...... But they also exposed their own steps and traces, and it would be better for them to propose an alliance. ”

I'll just watch you pretend to be forced - the traverser shook his head and thought angrily.

Tails muttered unhappily: "Even his own people are calculating, what a bad diplomat and politician." ”

"Alright," Gilbert just squinted, smiled and lowered his head, looked at his pocket watch, "I think you're tired after copying these books of poems of unknown meaning for so long." ”

Tails stopped his pen.

"Take a break. Now that we're talking about politics and diplomacy, let's take this opportunity to take a history lesson. Gilbert laughed.

"Sometimes it's not just visible interests that make alliances. Gilbert sat down on the expensive sofa and lifted his hat:

"There is also an urgent crisis. ”

And a shared belief. ”

Tails put down his pen and began to listen carefully to Gilbert's words.

"This is also about how a group of human beings and various forces that distrust each other and are scattered can become the most loyal allies. Gilbert's eyes lit up.

Tails suddenly felt that Gilbert was a little serious.

This is the story of the war more than 600 years ago, as described in the Collected Poems of Cahill Yell. ”

However, Count Cassel's next sentence made Tails' eyes widen in shock:

"That brutal, dark, bloody, terrible, epic battle that shattered the sky and the earth. ”

"The End of the War (the_final_war). ”

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In the deep and dark chamber, the old hoarse voice came from the ethereal.

"So, there is movement among the wealthy families and the noble families?"

"Yes, my dear teacher," a cynical voice sounded lazily, "at least they are also super-level masters, and there are quite a few masters of the Extreme Realm, who have come from all kinds of strange places and gathered around the various counties in the north - they all have one thing in common: when investigated, they have nothing to do with the nobles and lords. ”

"Can you get an exact date?" said the old voice indifferently.

"I'm afraid it's difficult—" replied in a light-hearted voice, "not even the Exeter envoys' own men have not set their exact itinerary. So, are we going to assign men to track it down and inform the king?"

After a while, the hoarse old voice replied categorically:

"No, your focus is still on the Brotherhood of the Dark Streets. I want all my resources to be tilted over there, and don't underestimate Lancer, who is from here after all, and knows our methods. ”

"Check the whereabouts of all the street bosses, especially the three killers!Black Sword, Prison Scythe and Scimitar, it's too hard to find them, but at least make sure they're not nearby! I don't think Black Sword will be stupid enough to shelter a mage!"

"Also, even if all goes well, don't take it lightly, after all, we haven't been at war with a mage for more than a hundred years, and records and manuals are just references after all. ”

Long.

"Well—well," said the young voice after a moment, noncommittally, "but then again, there really isn't a living mouth?"

"That's—a living mage!"

In the darkness, suddenly there was the sound of a man sitting up from a chair.

"No need," said the hoarse old voice:

"What is long gone, let it be completely buried with the end of the war. ”

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The page of the book was "lost" at the starting point for three days, and today I suddenly found that the page is good again, okay, I, Hu Hansan, are back again.

Just signed a contract, ask for collections, ask for recommendations, ask for Amway!