Vol 3 Chapter 91

Scene 91: Storm Convergence (End) (First)

After Earl Dennell read the report in his hand, he gently placed the page of parchment on the side of the fireplace, and the weather-stricken old aristocrat was rarely silent. After a while, he raised his head and looked at his confidant assistant gloomily:

"I am a waste, and my staff is a waste. How long ago is this report."

"Half a month ago."

"Half a month, Tonigel has made such a mess."

"My lord, this may not be anything wrong," said Count Denel's henchman. "Sir Mintai will never be more helpless, and he will not be defeated by a gang of black people."

"The other party is a mercenary, but the mercenaries are all annoying flies, and they will not buzz without smelling the odor of interest." Count Jeannell replied: "Someone is behind this. "

Although it was mentioned in the report that Grudin had offended the mercenaries, the weather-stricken old aristocrat knew them well. Without sufficient conditions, they would not easily oppose the local power lords.

They don't want to think that Gruddin still has his own existence.

Count Denell calmed down, and clicked the emerald ring on the index finger of his right hand. Anyone familiar with him knows that this usually means that the Earl is thinking, and when he is thinking, it can't be disturbed.

Seeing this, his confidant closed his mouth consciously, waiting for the other party to make a decision.

"I only care about two things," the older Earl thought for a long time before answering, "First, is Grudin dead or alive? Second, who is the troublemaker behind him?"

He humbly bowed his head humbly and listened, knowing that the big man hadn't finished speaking.

But at this time, the door 'Kara' was opened, interrupted the words of Count Denel, and hurriedly entered a tall young man from the outside.

"father."

That young man's voice was one step faster than others, full of vitality.

Let Denell shut his mouth and look at him—or rather, give the person a slanted look and replied indifferently, “How many times have I told you to knock before entering the door.”

"Those who get things done are informal, aren't you telling me, father."

The young stride meteor came to his father. The young man in a black trench coat with a gold-lined sleeve and a neckline and a long sword was the second son of Count Denel—and the only one at this age who did not get a fiefdom—he offered to give up. After the fiefdom, he insisted on staying with Earl Jean-denel.

Count Denel knew of his son's thoughts, of course, but he didn't mind, saying, "Looks like you know?"

The expedited intelligence alarmed the entire Piedarsund castle. He didn't think it was strange that his son came over so quickly. If he didn't know, it would indicate that the other party was too alert.

"Well, something's wrong?" The young man looked around, and then looked up at the sofa beside him, looking up.

"Your brother has an accident."

"Really?"

Count Denell raised his eyebrows and said a little bit madly for the first time: "It sounds like something happened to your brother, as if you were happy?"

"Sorry, Father," the young man picked up the cup on the side, and then laughed and put it down again. "I know it's not good, but I can't hide my emotions."

The smile on his face was obvious, and apparently made Count Denel quite good.

The old count shook his head. He was not the same at that time, but it seemed to him to be a trivial matter; but the struggle between the families was one thing, and it was different for outsiders to hurt his offspring. Among any nobles, This precedent must not be set.

Even the struggle between the nobles and nobles rarely kill each other. Conspiracy and violence are two different things. The blood of the nobles is precious and must not be shed in vain.

Therefore, as soon as Count Denel received the report, he was determined to take **** revenge in order to make a difference.

However, in his opinion, the matter was not so simple, so he took a report and said, "Toniger has had ***, and your brother's life and death are unknown-"

He paused: "But I think it's more fierce than bad." Count Denel snorted coldly, and told his confidant to repeat the situation.

Did Mintai lose?

The young man heard that his brother had been killed by a mob. He could not help but shake his head. In his opinion, the mob was a mob after all, and it was too shameful that he could die in a *** as a lord, even He couldn't help but feel dull.

In any case, that was his brother, and his family had such a waste, and he couldn't hold his head in front of outsiders. But when he heard the news of Sir Mintai's defeat, his look was completely different.

This is not ***.

Although young people carelessly, they are the ones with a lot of thought. He immediately stood up and said to Count Jean-Denell, "Father, there are ghosts behind this, please allow me to call up the army immediately-I will pay the price of those who make trouble behind them."

Count Denel looked at his son, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Do you know who is making trouble behind?"

The young man froze and said, "As long as the army is under pressure, they will be revealed."

Not too stupid! The old count softened, but he still shook his head: "Although I think it is good, but someone is waiting to see our joke. If you are a teacher, you will not give the laughter to others-"

The youth frowned.

The weather-proof old man nodded his forehead with his hand: "Whenever you use your brain more, the sword in your hand can destroy your enemies, but it cannot lead you to victory. Think again."

"Of course, whoever gains benefits has motivation," the young man replied.

"Nice," Count Denel nodded. "The kingdom is divided into three, but the princess is most likely to do so. That cunning little girl is really uneasy, because what they lack is time, Just want to give me pressure. It's a little too easy to make the Dennell family think. "

"But it may not be impossible for someone to provoke alienation, father." The youth did not want his father to fall to the side of Enek because of this. His plan was to get the princess to win over his side. Of course, it is better to marry. Help, inheriting the position of the family is absolutely secure.

Besides, he had long heard about the beauty of the half-elf princess, and the reputation of the most dazzling gemstone on the crown of the ancient king was not only in Eruin, but even in the nearby Cruz Empire.

But his careful thinking couldn't escape the eyes of Count Denel. The gloomy old man gave his son a cold look: "Reassure you, I won't get hot because of this, I've passed Your age. "

"father?"

"You have to remember a word, Andre," said Earl Denel in a stern tone. "It is not important to let the Denel family favor that side. It is important that Denel must maintain, or Gain a more autonomous status than now. "

The old man raised his eyebrows, his tone gloomy: "You can't get that much, don't think about it that much. How to set your own goals is very important. Those who are not greedy will only make others feel sick."

The young man shrugged, then shrugged: "Of course I understand, but what should we do now?"

Count Denell knocked on the emerald on the index finger of his right hand and replied coldly: "The sly little girl gave me some tricks, so that of course the Denell family must give back in return for their teeth and their blood; she Kill my son, and I will eat her pawns and see how she plans to go next— "

"So?" The young man got excited and patted his sword hilt.

"No, everything is an opportunity in danger. This matter cannot be handled in this way. If a small territorial rebellion also requires me to do it myself, isn't it to let the Denel family fall down?" The old count shook his head. , Full of dissatisfaction with this young man's eagerness to try: "Moreover, the sly little girl and Grandpa Enrique both stared at me very tightly. At this time they must not be taken lightly."

The young man made a quick cut, and untied the sabre and threw it on the sofa aside: "I see, father, you have plans."

His jealous action almost made the Count tremble with anger, but the old Count was just about to reprimand, but the latter had interrupted him.

"If we don't, Pallas is not the opponent of the mob, father,"

The young man rested his hands flat on the back of the sofa, leaning back comfortably, with a lazy look: "Although the old knight has a fairly good army, his strength is relatively better than that of Sir Mintai. , If Sir Minthai fails fiercely, then this knight will not win? "

Count Denel nodded gloomily, although he could not get used to his son's behavior, but his son-in-law had to say that only this second son was the most outstanding, while the others did not say it was like Gruddin So waste, but also just mediocre.

"I think about it," the youth replied, "Master Father, wouldn't you want to make Madara's bones go away? They have this ability, but on the one hand they are not of my race, the honest Knight of Palas. I'm afraid I can't control them. "

"In other words, father, do you really trust them? The grinning Instaron? I heard that guy at Madara was just a jazz--"

"Why not?" Count Denell said in a deep voice, saying that he would no longer look at his son, but said to his confidant who stood sideways: "Help me write two letters--"

"Master?" He lifted his head.

"The first letter, to the dark nobles of Madara, tells them that what they want is still in Firtown, and if they want to complete that deal with me, then they will have power." Count Jeanneel Coldly ordered.

"The second letter was given to the mountain courier. Didn't they want to be tax-exempt? Tell them that if they are willing to participate in this war, not only will I give them tax breaks, but they will also provide food for the army they sent!"