Wizard From Afar

"He promised?!"

Boy Duchy, in the Legion barracks of the Sacrament campaign, Brandon Desalion took over the messenger Covered with "Top Secret" letterhead, he looked incredible.

"Yes-ten days ago, the mission and team of the Duke of Byrne had already set off, and they should have just entered the territory of Elman." The messenger had endured the hardships of a long journey too late. The sweat that turned his forehead, nodded in a daze:

"At this rate, at most one month will reach the deep forest in the north of Lotaire."

"One month, so fast "The surprised red-haired boy exclaimed, frowning deeper.

I originally thought that even if it was an appointment that I had to accept, Loren Torino would deal with things at best, delaying time to find a solution to the problem; but with his current efficiency, I’m afraid he really intends to take it again." Special Envoy of the Empire".

This guy...is really Loren Torino, your own wizard advisor—when did he become so loyal to the empire? !

Or did he have other plans, but for some reason he didn't plan to discuss with him?

The incomprehensible Brandon shook his head desperately, preferring the latter.

For whatever reason, Loren Torino has already gone to Lotaire. In other words, the support that Byrne can provide to himself will become extremely limited in the next three months to six months;

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This means that I originally wanted to put pressure on East Sackland and lift the blockade on myself, and the plan of coordinating the power alliance of Boye and Byrne in Arles Duchy had to be cancelled;

This means that if my dear Imperial Brother really has any thoughts about himself, it’s been half a year;

And the only thing you can rely on and rely on is Lord Boyi, the Scimitar The grandfather, the asylum of Sarika Jonah-it is conceivable that once this matter is known to her, it will definitely be Lion's big mouth.

When I thought of this, the red-haired boy sighed, and tangled rays of light flashed in his bright, fire-like eyes.

Should you think about it, betray your hue?

"Your Royal Highness Brandon, the Charlotte female count in Scarlet Castle is still waiting for a reply." The messenger who stood up, looked at the prince in front of him cautiously: "What do you want? Give it to her, or go to Duke Loren in the ancient wood forest..."

"Wait a minute!"

The red-haired boy suddenly raised his hand and interrupted the messenger. The dilated pupils were shaking.

Ancient wood forest, why is it an ancient wood forest... No, why must be Loren · Torino?

The explanation of the Sky Vault is that the two sides have a deep friendship... nonsense, if it is a deep friendship, Lothar’s heir Ruben Fried has been dealing with the elves there in the past few years, he Isn't it a more suitable candidate? !

Spend your most capable assistant and break the balance between yourself and your elder brother? It is possible, but this is not father's style; if he is really ready to pass away peacefully, he will no longer easily break this balance after supporting himself.

So...not an internal fight, the enemy comes from the outside world.

What happened in the ancient wood forest that made Father want to go so far as to use threats to force Loren to obey his orders-and believe that only Loren can solve this problem? !

"Ancient wood forest...the Kingdom of Azores...what happened to those ghost places?" Brandon Desalion murmured.

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"I'm so surprised...you don't know."

Duanjieshan At the fortress, Connold Desalion knocked on the table and stared at the opposite side: "To be honest, this is the first time I am a little disappointed."

"I'm very sorry, but the night watchman is not always It is omniscient." Edward Leng, the night watchman with his hands on his back, coldly said: "Especially from the sky palace, His Majesty Eckhart II-your father's direct order."

"We I can tell you that this order did exist, tell you where your Majesty was at that time, what readings you have, the scenery outside the window, what the weather is, the color of your clothes, the quality of sleep, the food at lunch, the chatting of the servants and guards outside the door, and those who go to bed at night. Maid..."

"Only, I can't tell you what your Majesty was thinking at that time—because our ability is too limited."

Dang——!

The heavy Sackland long sword was unsheathed, and with a muffled sound, it slammed on Edward's thin shoulder, the blade pressed against the edge of his neck.

The night watchman has slightly trembled cheeks and completely motionless body.

"Pay attention to the tone of your speech, sir." A strong and powerful voice came from behind, unabashedly threatening: "This is the Fortress of Broken Boundary Mountain. Dare to be disrespectful to His Royal Highness, I promise you. ..."

"Drecis!"

The expressionless Connold interrupted the "intimidation" of his deputy commander and cavalry Captain, and slowly got up. "Don’t scare our guests, and I think for a night watchman, pure threats don’t make much sense."

"Unless you are really going to kill him, this sword and Iron blocks are no different-fear and emotion are missing, the best professional qualities of an empire's night watchman." Looking into Edward's eyes, His Royal Highness asked softly:

"Am I right?"

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"You are overpraised." Edward is still completely motionless, neither humble nor overbearing.

The sword on the shoulder has been withdrawn, leaving only a trace near the collarbone.

"The last thing, Edward, please tell me;" Connold said softly: "This information...Is it Rut Infinit, or someone from Imperial Capital asked you to The one sent here is still..."

"What does...father mean?"

The Cavalry Captain Dresis was slightly surprised and looked back abruptly.

The crown prince of look steadily forward has sharp eyes and wants to get the answer directly from the eyes of the night watchman.

"The intelligence itself is not a secret. Even if I don’t tell it, it’s not difficult for you to know." Edward the night watchman calmly stared at him:

"But order me to put this The information is conveyed to you, but it is the wishes of the emperor."

The air became quiet.

The face doesn't change Connold De Salion, but he has a heaven overflowing giant wave in his heart.

This is father... His Majesty Eckhart II is warning himself?

The Duke of Byrne's mission was a "compromise" reached between him and Loren Torino. Are you not allowed to intervene more?

"I see, I should be more than the only one to be warned, right?" Connold looked at him seriously: "Boundary Mountain Fortress...it shouldn't be your last stop. , Your Excellency Edward?"

"Boy’s Eastern Crusade Barracks-Brandon Desalion is my last stop, Your Royal Highness." Edward's voice did not stop at all:

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"The more responsible people are, the more necessary they are to be warned and reminded...This is the original words of your majesty."

"Really? I know." Kang Nord was slightly nodded, his eyes were extremely complicated, and he turned his back immediately.

Edward, who understood the other party's meaning, immediately retreated and left the fortress of Broken Boundary Mountain.

"His Royal Highness, do you want me to send someone to check it?"

The cavalry Captain, who was so silent that he couldn't bear it, finally spoke: "The mission team has just arrived in Elman. , If we do it now, our sentry should have time to keep up with the Duke of Byrne..." Connold, with his back to him, shook his head and sighed helplessly.

"Forget it, if father really doesn't want us to interfere, it's better not to act rashly." With his head down, he said word by word:

" Dresis, you have followed my father for many years-when in your impression, he would easily reveal his thoughts and purpose to others?"

The Cavalry Captain was taken aback, Frowning in silence for a long time.

"Once...none."

Connaught sighed again.

"But I’m still curious, what happened to the Azores Kingdom? Since the ocean-going fleet was killed three years ago, everything has been silent...no."

Kang Nord suddenly turned around, his eyes thought: "Even in the past, we still don't know anything about this elven kingdom, and we never really know them."

"Government, national power, wealth , The people... We don’t know anything about them, we only know that the two countries are separated by a sea of ​​mist. In any case, they are also impossible to cross the oceans to invade us, and there is no need... the reverse is also true."

" The sea of ​​fog that crossed... is this vain sense of security that allowed each other to spend twelve generations peacefully, and firmly believed that this'peace' would continue..." Connold murmured:

"But is it true?"

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"Of course it is true, it is absolutely true. "

Put down the hip flask in his hand, and Metternich Leopold, Minister of the Seal, put a cup of Sacland dry red in Victor Hughes’ hands without a trace. Concerned about the jealous justice's frowning brows:

"In the history books of the empire, there are three emperors who have sent envoys to the Azores privately through business activities. The exchanges are countless...but they all failed."

"How is it possible?" The frowning judge put down his wine glass, and his tone of surprise was extremely surprised: "Eboden’s ocean-going fleet at least meets Asia every year. The Kingdom of Saul conducted a trade-tell me that the empire still knows nothing about this country?"

"Yes, it just knows nothing." The Minister of the Seal took his wine glass calmly Drink it out: "All the content of'Xiong Yingwang's warm hospitality to the imperial mission and friendly exchanges with the ocean-going fleet' that you see in the history books are fabricated by historians for the face of the empire."

"The fact is that our ocean-going fleet and missions have never really approached this country. They usually call at a port on the border. As for the so-called trade, um...it's more like a reward."

"Reward?" The judge's brow furrowed deeper.

"Yes, just like the gold and iron that Brandon the'sage' gave to the centaur tribe, so that they don’t harass Boy Duchy, so that they can mobilize tens of thousands of horses. The cavalry went north to achieve his martial arts in the Valley of Blood Skeletons." The Minister of the Seal sighed:

"Although I don’t want to compare this way, it’s the truth-in the Azores spiritual eyes, the same In order to inherit the bloodline of the giant dragon kingdom, the Sackland Empire may be a trouble similar to the'far barbarians'."

"Of course, this is only my wishful thinking, how can only the Azorean elves? I know it."

"so that's how it is." Justice Victor nodded softly: "That's why when the Azores appeared in the ancient wood forest, your majesty would feel like an enemy …Enemies who don’t understand at all are indeed disturbing."

"No, not exactly."

"en?"

"If you really don't understand at all, you won't be specially assigned to let Duke Byrne be the plenipotentiary envoy." Leopold shook his head: "Your Majesty must have noticed something, or has a premonition, so he will not hesitate to intimidate him. In this way, the empire that is gradually being divided due to the inheritance problem will be reunified under his command."

"He needs no longer a split, and factions fight each other to maintain a balance to ensure Neither side can threaten the duchy alliance of its own authority, but an empire that is closely united and intimidating all directions!"

"What do you mean?" Victor asked rhetorically, "Did you just say...Empire and Azov? Haven’t the Elves had any direct contact?"

"Yes, we don’t understand that the records of the Azores in the historical materials of the empire are almost zero." Leopold lifts the head, Significantly cast his gaze out the window:

"But this does not mean that some people are also ignorant of them."

After pondering for a moment, Justice Victor suddenly woke up: "You mean..."

"The ocean-going fleet was killed three years ago. Is there any secret?" Leopold muttered in a low voice, his pupils still shrewd under his frowning brows:

"I don't want to think so, but...When Eboden was in turmoil, His Majesty insisted on supporting the Corona family and letting the wizard tower take power and become the ruler of Eboden..."

"Perhaps, it was not an accident?"

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"There are no accidents in this world, some are just what we have I don’t know."

Standing on the balcony of the nine-pointed star wizard tower, The aging Corona stared at the distant harbour, muttering to himself.

"His Majesty, our Supreme Emperor, he always knows things we don't know without knowing the prophet, so his eyes are farther than the royal prince, and farther than all of us."

"But these long-term visions are always serving a great but selfish purpose; while actively making innovations while rejecting any changes-the continuation of the Desalion Imperial Family, the prosperity of the Sacland Empire "

"Loren Torino once mentioned a word called...um...Limitations, yes, that's it; it describes one's own shortcomings and shortcomings, but because of the position and self-factors. Can’t make any changes, it’s sorrowful."

"But we are different. The most dynamic aspect we represent is the intellectual curiosity and motivation of the empire and our entire race;

Even if we are condemned as evil and depraved; we have inherited the will of Logan in a hat, dedicated to exploring the essence of Void Power, using knowledge to change and serve ourselves, and at the same time, we who do not give in to Void Power will always be Progressive."

"The next era of Sovereign will definitely be us!"

The self-talking Corona slowly looked back—behind him, the portrait With a pipe dangling from it, Freswalker, with a funny expression on his face, was looking at him with his crescent eyes.

"It is because you are aware of this that you can walk so comfortably and leave this mess to me... right, old friend?"