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Chapter 129 Shemos's Chance

"Inheritor?" Jace's eyes widened in disbelief. The full-text and ad-free novels are all biquge.infobiquge.info on the Aishang Novel Network

Now that the eastern sky had begun to turn slightly white, and the boundless night that shrouded the land was gradually fading, Feng Kan and Archduke Francis did not encounter any more obstacles, and returned to Reston Fort after the mysterious black knight who called himself the "inheritor" disappeared.

"Do you know something?" his reaction fell into Feng Kan's eyes, which was equivalent to giving an affirmative answer.

"Ah...... Jace didn't answer his question immediately, just a grunt in his eyes.

"Why do you have such virtue?" Feng Kan teased in his mouth, but he was a little strange in his heart, according to his impression, Jace is a bold and happy man, he can put his arm around your shoulder and laugh when he is happy, and when he is angry, he will point to your nose and scold, and afterwards he will drink and eat Rou with you like a nobody, bragging and fart, why did this guy start selling Guanzi?

I heard that when he first went to the battlefield, this guy had quarreled with General Rodman, who was born in the lion clan and was beginning to show his edge, every day, and even fought a few times, but as the battle became more and more intense, the two sides got to know each other more and more, and these two guys who didn't like each other at the beginning finally became the most tacit partner, and Jace eventually became Rodman's most hardcore follower.

And it was such a rough guy who even showed such hesitation after hearing about what happened to Feng Kan and them on their return trip, it seems that the "inheritor" is really a little watery.

“...... ......After hesitating for a long time, Jace finally said with some uncertainty, "I don't know much about the 'inheritor', if you want to know the details, I think you'd better ask the Great Prophet of Balrotan yourself." ”

"Great Prophet Balrotan?" Feng Kan scratched his head, "Then I have to go back to the royal capital?"

"That's it. ”

After getting a clear answer, Feng Kan raised his head and stared at the ceiling for a blank thought, and then seemed to have figured out something, and turned around and left without saying a word.

"Where are you going?" Jace asked subconsciously, startled by his bewildered reaction.

"Go back to sleep," Feng Kan said without looking back, "and then do my best to solve all the mess here—I want to go home."

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"With all due respect, Lord Count, you must not have the kindness of a woman, for the glory of the Most High God brooks no pagan blasphemy. We must allow the infidels to atone for their sins with their filthy blood. What we can do now is to follow the teachings of the Most High God, and we must not hesitate to the teachings of the Most High God, let alone question the oracles of the Most High God, otherwise it will be betrayal and sin. ”

The marching tent, which had not been lit all night, was dim, and the Earl of Shemos sat on a simple marching bed with blank eyes, and a man in a high-ranking priest's robe was turning his lips and trying to stir up the Count, who was already dying.

Now Count Shemos could no longer hear any other people's voices, from a high-ranking marching supervisor to an exile exiled to a remote town, and overnight, his life was turned upside down, and this qiē was only because of the salty and non-trivial words of Archduke Francis.

What kind of life awaits Blança, the only pass in the Duchy of Volcan, close to the desert country?

Far away from his own rich estates, away from the luxurious and comfortable life, living alone in a town full of wind and sand, where there is no fine wine to enjoy, only the slightly salty well water, no beautiful women, only the rough village girl, and maybe even to see this ugly village girl is a luxury......

He couldn't imagine how long he could last in this environment, his "Tina sweetheart" would never go with him to suffer like this, it was a cage, an invisible cage, and he could already feel someone put a noose around his neck, and when that noose would be tightened - no one knew.

He hated him, hated the Barron who didn't take him seriously? Barnett, if it weren't for this guy, Archduke Francis would definitely use himself more, but the heavy baron's cunz was like a heavy boulder in front of him, he hated the bastard who broke into Volken while he was in charge of security, if it wasn't for that bastard, he wouldn't have fallen to this point now, but because of that blindless bastard, he was responsible for what he did, he hated those officers at all levels who used undisguised sneering expressions, and before that, these guys were just some dispensable characters in his eyes, but now these characters who he used to not even look at him with a straight eye laughed at him unscrupulously, he hated ......

He hated Archduke Francis the most

For hundreds of years, the ancestors of the Brenda family shed their blood for the Duchy of Volken, helping the Gustav family to pacify one uncivilized territory after another, slashing one enemy after another in the path of the Duchy's advancement, and amassing huge wealth for the Gustav family...... Without the Brenda family, there would be no Duchy of Volken

But now?

With just one sentence, Archduke Francis abandoned him like a useless dog

Why? Things shouldn't be like this, why can't the Brenda family do it? What the Gustavs can get, why can't the Brenda family?

He was not reconciled

But no matter how unwilling he was, he had no choice.

Although he has always been the first to be the two earls of Volken in his own territory, he will always be a mouse exposed to cats in front of Archduke Francis.

The most unrecognizable thing about that rough barbarian is that he has no chance of being a nobleman, a dignified duke, who likes to mingle with those lowly and dirty commoners, laugh with them, drink with them, and even snub himself, a nobleman who comes from a family with a long history and has the noblest blood flowing in his veins, and instead cares about promoting those brutes who crawl out of the dirty untouchables, which is the shame of the entire Jamings Empire

If Volcan's lord was himself, if he was the one who had the right to inherit the imperial throne, then he would never allow any filthy untouchables to come within ten paces of him, and he would swear that the glory of Jeffins would spread throughout the Great Trantac.6

But he didn't have a chance, and neither did the Brenda family.

Raising his head slightly, the horse's face in front of him was still agitating his lips and tongue trying to convince himself.

Shemos was expressionless, but he smiled coldly in his heart.

Kurt Stingberg - the high-ranking priest of the Cult of the High God, the head of the Volcan side of the Holy Jammings Empire's Warlord, is he still as convinced of the so-called High God as he is?

"Your Excellency, now that the army has come to a standstill, will you just do nothing, and will you tolerate the filthy heretics to defile the Promised Land given to us?"

Archpriest Cotter still doesn't know the current situation of Count Shemoth, in his eyes, this count, who is second only to Archduke Francis, is the most powerful person besides Archduke Francis, Count Falgillah's "defection" made Count Shemos a nobleman above Volken alone, he should be grateful to the High God Cult, if it wasn't for the edict issued by the Supreme God Church to let Count Fargila leave, then he would not have any chance to stand out at all

But now that Count Shemoth doesn't seem to have any reaction to what he said, doesn't he know how to repay the favor?

"Your Excellency the Earl......"

"Lord Kurt......" Count Seamos finally couldn't help but speak, "...... Please go to the Grand Duke to discuss the affairs of the army in detail, I am just a "count", and there is no room for me to chase these things. ”

Archpriest Kurt's horse-faced face sank, and his eyes gleamed with an unkind sparkle - if Archduke Francis would listen to him, then what else did he use to find Count Seamoss?

This heretical war is an opportunity for the Supreme God Cult, a chance to turn over, and now the nobles everywhere are not as afraid of the authority of the Supreme God Cult as before, although the prestige of the Supreme God Cult among the people is not much lower, but I believe that if this continues, the church will inevitably become a pawn in the hands of the Holy Jamins Empire.

This is absolutely intolerable for a fanatical believer. The glory of God cannot be blasphemed, even in the secular world, and should become the existence of Yue Yi Qiē.

If the war can go on smoothly and be victorious, then the Cult of the High God who moved the war will regain its prestige with a far-sighted attitude, and the new rich lands will allow the greedy nobles to return to the glory of the Cult.

He will not allow anyone to stand in his way

But he had nothing to do with the heavily armed Archduke Francis, although he had the right to supervise the movements of the army, but he could not command this army of hundreds of thousands of soldiers who were completely loyal to the Archduke Francis, all he could do was urge, urge, and urge.

And since the beginning of the war, he had been deprived of even the right to participate in military councils, which made him doubt the true heart of Archduke Francis and his devotion to the Most High God.

High Priest of Cot - He was a suspicious man.

Count Shemos raised his head, stared at the soldiers who were getting busy outside the marching tent with a blank expression, and if it was before, he might have smiled and said to the high priest that it was all wrapped up in himself, but now...... He was not in the mood to make peace with this fanatical religious element, he could only wait for the order of the military headquarters to be issued with trepidation, although he had already known the result, but before the official order was sent to his hands, he still had a trace of luck illusions, imagining that the next moment someone would come in and tell him that the Grand Duke had changed his mind, and he could continue to stay in his original position.

As soon as the curtain was lifted, a guard from the Archduke Francis's guard walked in and saluted cleanly.

Earl Shemoth's body trembled involuntarily, although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, he still felt trembling when fate really came.

"Lord Count Shemos, today's military meeting will not be held for the time being, please continue to carry out the original mission on your own. With that, the guard saluted again, turned and walked out of the tent.

Count Shemos sat blankly on the marching bed for a long time without reacting.

Did God really hear his prayers? Archduke Francis no longer held accountable for his dereliction of duty before he left?

"Your Excellency, the Earl. Seeing his dejected appearance, Archpriest Kurt finally showed something, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to call someone to ......?"

Count Shemos interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

After the surprise of returning from hell to heaven, his mind began to become nimble, and it was at this moment that he was keenly aware of one thing—the military council was suspended? the barbarian who had only his army in his eyes? This could not be

Count Shemos knows Archduke Francis too well, even if he is seriously wounded or seriously ill, as long as he is in front of the battle, Archduke Francis will never suspend the military discussion In his eyes, the battlefield changes every moment, and every day there will be new situations, there are good news and bad news, but whether it is good news or bad news, Archduke Francis will gather the generals he can gather every morning and evening to summarize the day's battle situation and discuss how to act next to catch the skirt of the goddess of victory earlier, even if the battle is the most fierce and the situation is the most critical, he will find time to communicate with his generals。

If the Grand Guild of Francis is lazy and does not conduct military discussions, it is better to say that the rooster will lay eggs and the hen will crow

But in that case, why is there no military discussion today? Do you want to or can't?

There was only one possibility for Archduke Francis not to pay attention to the affairs of the barracks - he was not in the barracks at all

This conclusion made Earl Seamos's heart beat wildly, and the fact that he had been so lightly brushed off on his own disposal confirmed his inference

Archduke Francis was not in the barracks

Count Seamoth's breathing began to grow heavy, this was a golden opportunity, whatever happened to Archduke Francis, what should he do when he left the barracks? Honestly wait for him to come back and be thrown into a deserted town? or......

A cold light flashed through Count Shemos's eyes.

"Mistress Kurt. When he looked up again, he had already changed into a gentle smile, "I wonder how the Church of the Most High God will reward his loyal warriors if he takes Reston Fort." ”

Archpriest Kurt was stunned for a moment, but immediately saw something in Shemos's eyes that he hadn't seen for a long time, "Lord Count, you are ...... right"

"I wonder if the Church will fight for a more suitable place in the secular world for the heroes who lead the warriors of God to conquer the evil pagan kingdom?"

At this moment, Count Shemoth's eyes were filled with endless fanaticism.

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