Sword of Daybreaker

The deterioration of the situation in the South is an unexpected crisis.

It’s not that the Second Dynasty ignored the Cecil family in the South. In fact, since the foggy month of a hundred years ago, the new royal family with hidden dangers of inheritance has never relaxed the shackles of the South. Among them, Cecil is the only family that has declined due to the foggy month. At the beginning of its recession, its remaining forces are still enough to shake the foundation of the entire kingdom. The second dynasty is supported by three other Dukes. Next, it took a full hundred years to separate and suppress the South into the current situation, and its emphasis on the South is evident.

After the rise of Govin Cesil, this emphasis is even more so.

Francis II ordered the southern aristocracy to increase the surveillance of Cecil's forces, but only got the information that "the Cecils are doing the syrup business to buy slaves"; the royal team sent to the south of the aid team also mixed with the sight of the probe. However, these eyeliners will soon not send any information; the defenders of the Rock Fortress have actually increased by 30% in the past six months, but the increased 30% of the soldiers have not come in any way; in addition, the royal advisors also Estimating the progress of the construction of Cecil's collar by investigating the situation of the Cecil family's employment of craftsmen in Wangdu, the conclusion is that Cecil's collar is still in the stage of insufficient housing, they never thought about it, the craftsmen went to the south. After that, he was trained as a magician and a bachelor of mechanical engineering...

Silver Fort can be said to have made all the right responses, but did not get any correct feedback. The biggest mistake they made was to use the ideas of traditional aristocrats to speculate on a different world, regardless of experience or thinking. A strange "satellite fine" mode of action.

They miscalculated the true intentions behind each of Govin Cecil's actions, miscalculated the way the Cecil family rose, and finally misjudged the fall of the Rock Fortress.

The direction is wrong, any effort is just a waste of energy.

The situation has deteriorated to this point.

"The two dukes, His Royal Highness, I must tell the truth," Cromwell White Mountain said in a serious and heavy tone. "Unless the Eastern Rebels retreat today, we cannot take the Rock Fortress back."

Another knight lord stood up and said the worst possibility: "If the Cecil family and the Loren family attack the king, we can't win only from the collapse of the Rock Fortress, Cecil. The army is a strong enemy."

A nobleman at the scene couldn’t help but say: "Even the Cavaliers Lord will fear the enemy?"

Cromwell White Mountain stared at the aristocrat who spoke: "We are only stating the facts. If they really attack the king, the Knights will fight to the last moment, and this will not worry you."

"Gentlemen, calm down," Victoria Verd interrupted the controversy. Her voice was cold and her eyes seemed to contain frost. "The Duke of Govin Cecil just occupied the Rock Fortress and he hasn't gone north."

"We have to determine the purpose of the founding hero first," the Duke of Baden-Franklin nodded and took Victoria's words. "I propose to send messengers to the South."

The aristocrats on the scene whispered, but on the whole, no one opposed the views of the Duke of Franklin.

"The Eastward rebellion is approaching, we can't take another knife in the south," the Duke Franklin continued. "So as long as the Duke of Govin Cecil is willing to talk, we should talk. We should be prepared to acknowledge The Syl family’s legal rule over the South, recognizing the restoration of all the distinguished titles, honorary titles, historical fiefdoms, and privileges of the nobles of the Cecil family..."

The discussion of the nobility became louder, and some people showed obvious erroneous looks on their faces, but more people just looked gloomy and nodded. Welsh Moen looked at the reaction of these people and sighed slightly.

"His Royal Highness," the Duke of Victoria heard the sigh of Wales. She turned her head and stared at the nominal kingdom successor like ice crystal. "Do you have something to say?"

"I just thought that we didn't admit that it didn't make much sense to the founding hero." Welsh Moen didn't want to talk, but slowly opened his mouth under the watchful eyes of the Duke. "These things are already in his hands." No matter what we say here, the reconstruction of the Principality of Cecil is already an established fact. Grandfather Franklin, are you going to give him the gift already in the hands of Cecil?

There was no change in the face of Berdwin Franklin, but he nodded slightly and said faintly: "Your Highness's thoughts are correct."

"We'd better think about it again, think about what other chips we can use to compromise."

After saying this, Welsh Moen dropped his eyelids and stopped talking.

The voice of Francis II seems to echo in the mind of the middle-aged Crown Prince:

"The king ruled the kingdom... it is the art of compromise..."

The meeting is over.

The nobles left the scene in order, and Welsh Moen left the hall with the royal attendant. In the vast military hall, only two regents were sitting quietly in the same place.

After a long silence, the Victorian Duke looked at Berdwin Franklin: "What do you think our founding hero wants?"

"I hope that he just wants to get back his family business. This is also the most logical, and most in line with the description of the history book," the Duke of the West said, "I don't rule out the worse." Gender has forgotten the list on the stone tablets of Ansu, and the signatures of the oldest books in the Royal Library. From a certain perspective, his claim to the throne is no less than our 'Prince of the Crown Prince'."

“Wales of Wales...” Victoria whispered, recalling the only statement the Crown Prince had in the meeting just now, “He is the most like Francis II...”

The Duke of Franklin shook his head slightly: "But because it was too much, Francis II chose Edmund. Our king made a wrong decision in this regard. This country does not need an overly tough king."

Victoria raised his eyelids and glanced at the Duke of the West, then stood up and said, "I will return to the North in the near future."

Franklin raised his eyebrows: "You want to mobilize your mountain army?"

"The Principality of the Holy Dragon is preparing to celebrate their 'Dragon Pro-Day', and the Violet Kingdom is also very calm recently. I can transfer some of the mountain corps to deal with the war in the Holy Spirit Plain," said the woman, who was swaying around the snowy To the Duke of the West, "What about your Western Border Corps?"

"From the west to the east front line is too far away, the consumption of the army on the road is unbearable, and since the summer, there has been no quietness in the western region of the dead and the perpetrators," said Bai Dewen Franklin. While holding the forehead with distress, "I may be able to transfer a Knights to defend the king, but it is impossible to send troops to the east."

A few crystal snowflakes appeared in the air, and the Victorian duchess put on her white shawl and left the seat to the door: "...the king does not need more knights, Count Cromwell is enough to guard here, if you have Excessive power, pay attention to the South."

The female duke left, leaving only a few pieces of cold snow fluttering in the air. Bai Dewen Franklin reached out and caught one of them. He felt that the cold was gradually melting in the palm of his hand. He sighed slightly: "... What are the madness of nonsense... the darkest times..."

Four days later, the capital of Ansu North, the winter castle.

A gryphon knight squad flew over the fort, and the headed lion squatted on the platform on the top of the castle. Victoria Verd jumped down the gryphon, and the cold wind from the northern mountains blew her silver-white long hair and let her Slightly narrowed his eyes.

Even in this midsummer season, the mountain tops of the northern part of the continent still have such cold winds.

The "Dragon Blood Aristocrats" of the Principality of the Holy Dragon said that this cold wind is the breath of the sleeping dragons in the mountains. The wizard scholars of the Violet Kingdom believed that the cold air came from the mainland to the north, from the blockade of ice floes and storms. ** Opposite, from the ancient cyclone that is not scattered.

But Victoria doesn't care where the cold wind comes from. She just likes this cold atmosphere. The clean cold air in the mountains is much more comfortable than the filthy air filled with odors.

The black-haired maid, Maggie, came to the platform, and Victoria nodded to the maid who had won her trust: "Go to call my knights, the Mountain Corps has something to do."

"Yes."

The Duke had absolute authority in this land, and the Mountain Legion, loyal to the Wilde family, accepted the command of their "Snow Queen" without any doubt. After a brief military meeting, the Mountain Corps was about three-thirds. One of the troops was drawn out and included in the list supporting the front line of the eastern plains of the Holy Spirit.

After the meeting, Victoria did not return to her bedroom to rest. Although she had already had a long flight on the back of the gryphon and had just held a meeting, she still got up and read the documents in front of her.

"Vigie, you need to take a break."

The black-haired maid said that when there was no other person, the black-haired maid used her nickname to call her hostess.

"I will rest," Victoria said casually. "Is there any unusual behavior in the Principality of the Holy Dragon recently?"

"The information from the northern post is all normal."

Victoria gave a slight sigh of relief and his heart settled slightly.

The Principality of the Holy Mountain in the northern mountains... has always been an unstable factor.

As early as the time of the Gang, the people who claimed to be descendants of the dragon blood established this kingdom in the northern part of the mainland. They claimed that they were the vassals of the dragon. Therefore, the supreme ruler of the country is not the king, but the so-called "dragon blood big man". They are closed, excluded, and enjoy themselves in the mountains, and they never like the Ansu people who suddenly appeared on this land seven hundred years ago.

It has been seven hundred years, and this closed mysterious country is still using the "uninvited guest" to describe Ansu, which has been established for seven centuries.

But fortunately after so many years of running-in, the Principality of the Dragon and Ansu have finally reached a compromise and balance. As the general guardian of the North, one of the duties of Victoria Wilde is to be sensitive, closed and exclusive. The country, and to the greatest extent possible to avoid a war between the two sides.

After finally finishing the documents in front of him, Victoria Wilder stretched out, she took a deep breath, and then spit it out slowly, a little bit of the tiredness accumulated in the body, and the black-haired maid came forward. While gently holding the hostess's shoulder, he whispered, "Are you going to rest?"

"No, there is one more thing," the female duke closed her eyes and paused for a long time before continuing. "Be prepared, I am going to the ancestral mausoleum."