Chapter 737

Red blood castle.

The cold morning dew drops on the bright blood like petals, reflecting the light by the study window; Charles had no time to enjoy the beauty before dawn and hurried across the courtyard towards the light source.

Before he reached the door of his study, he saw someone who had been waiting for him there for a long time; Little Joad, who was still awake, glanced at him with bloodshot eyes and meaningful eyes.

"Xia... When did the light in the count's room come on?" Charles asked anxiously without paying attention to each other's eyes.

"You should ask, when did her light go out." little Joad's tone was very flat: "all night... Almost after the messenger of the dwarf Kingdom left, the countess didn't close her eyes and looked through the files left by the previous Dukes' negotiations with the dwarves all night."

"Oh... By the way, he called me in once, drank a cup of mint tea, asked a few questions and was kicked out."

Looking at the red blood Castle housekeeper's sigh, little Joad's expression was more interesting.

After the "tit for tat" meeting that day, the atmosphere between the two sides was stiff to the extreme, even to the point of impending.

Because of trade relations, little Joad could not understand the dwarf's character better; This is a race that doesn't know what "apology" and "bow" are. It has extremely strong self-esteem - or glass heart - and has unimaginable stubbornness to oath and hatred.

In the face of such an opponent, Charlotte adopted such a tough wrist... It's not surprising that she broke up.

Since that day, he has been busy with the following affairs - whether it is comprehensive preparation for war or the trade blockade against dwarves, he can't be prepared in a word. He needs to do a lot of overall planning work to implement this order from a "cruel word".

More importantly, at present, the Duke is not in Byrne. Although he appointed the Regent of the round table parliament, it is unknown how much prestige a Duke who has just succeeded to the throne will have and whether all regions of Byrne's thirteen leaders will recognize the authority of the round table Parliament.

If the local lords are unwilling to implement, whether to sanction them, send troops or trade blockade, and where can they understand the "value of life" without rebelling... These are all questions.

Looking at the light in the window, Charles, who hesitated for a moment, sighed and stepped forward quickly.

"Can you listen to me before you meet your master?"

The voice of words without any emotion came from behind, so that the red blood Castle housekeeper took back his steps just out, glanced slightly and looked at little Yod coldly:

"Excuse me... What advice do you have?"

"I'm just a humble businessman and servant. There's nothing I can teach you... Master housekeeper." little Joad smiled. "What I can tell you is nothing more than some objective facts."

"Please speak," Charles turned, straightened his chest and carried his hands behind his back.

"As you know, dwarves are an extremely proud race. In the past, even when Byrne had the absolute advantage over them, he did not take any means to annoy them." little Yod said:

"As far as I can see, Countess Charlotte's way is even more radical than that of the black Duke in those years; now that the principality is newly established and the Archduke is far away from Boyi to fight with the centaurs, it's really appropriate to stimulate a potential enemy... Is it really appropriate?"

Charleston was speechless and hesitated for a while: "this... This is not the decision of the count alone, but the whole round table..."

"The whole round table Council?"

Little Joad smiled: "excuse me, is it Loren Turin's round table parliament or Charlotte Turin's round table Parliament?"

In a word, Charles's expression cooled down again.

"Lord Joad, what are you trying to say?"

"It's not what I want to say, but what the countess Charlotte is doing?" little Joad shook his head. "Order the 13th leader of Byrne to prepare for war and impose a trade blockade on the dwarves - are these the actions that a regent Council should do?"

"What will others think, and what will Duke Loren Turin think?"

"This is only a necessary measure against the threat and non cooperation of the dwarves." Charles's expression is serious: "and I repeat, this is the decision of the whole round table Council, not the count alone!"

"Whatever you say, but count Charlotte Turin has become the core of the essence of the round table Parliament. Have the other two earls made any decisions except occasional advice?" little Yoder grinned:

"She may not have noticed this... But in fact, Countess Charlotte has increasingly regarded herself as the 'acting Duke of Byrne'!"

Charles stared at little Joad with an unprecedented seriousness: "are you doubting the count's loyalty?"

"The countess's loyalty is impeccable... That's for sure." little Joad said slowly, "but... What do you think others would think if even I began to notice?"

"When the Lords of Quan Bain receive the request for full preparation, they will regard it as the order of 'which' Turin?"

The red blood Castle housekeeper was silent.

"... these are just your conjectures, nonsense." after a long time, Charles whispered, "Duke Loren... He will never doubt the count's loyalty to him!"

"I don't deny it, but there are some things that have nothing to do with what he thinks." little Joad said slowly, "when things are irreparable, what do you think our Duke will do?"

"Let me remind you first that he is far from being as harmless to humans and animals as he seems - he is a wizard, acting with reason rather than emotion; he can do the cruelest things in the world without touching it if necessary!"

At that moment, little Joad, who suddenly remembered something, was suddenly creepy and his body trembled uncontrollably. It took a long time to fade away.

He still clearly remembers what means Loren Turin... Used to make himself loyal to him.

The dead ship, soaked in the red of the deck, the ferocious face of the tragic dead, the dagger running through the heart, the strange magic runes, the fragments floating in the cabin, and the black haired wizard who is covered with blood in the sun, wiping the blade of the sword and smiling at himself

That scene is really... Unforgettable all my life.

"This is a... Warning. It's because you haven't warned me of any embarrassment since you were established in the United Chamber of Commerce." the complicated little Joad stared at Charles and twitched his throat:

"Loren Turin is a person you can trust, but you'd better not have too many illusions about him, otherwise... You will die ugly, very ugly!"

Dropping this sentence, little Joad turned and left.

After a moment of silence, Charles knocked on the door of the study.

"Charles, is that you... Come in."

The voice was a little hoarse. The red blood Castle housekeeper who pushed the door into the red blood Castle saw the elegant figure in front of the desk; It seemed that he was a little fragile because he didn't sleep all night, and there was hardly much blood on his pale cheeks.

For a moment, his eyes showed extreme intolerance.

"Count." Charles frowned slightly: "with all due respect, negotiation with dwarves is very important, but your health is..."

"I know better about my health than you. It doesn't matter to stay up late once or twice." Charlotte chuckled, and her hoarse voice seemed weak:

"I have sorted out the archives of all the negotiations between dukes and dwarves in the past dynasties... Aton glenwell is right. In our negotiations with dwarves in history, there has never been a precedent for them to give in first; but I have found some key problems, which are caused by the instability of the dwarf system..."

"Count," Charles said silently, interrupting the excited Charlotte, "there are some things... You may need to know."

Charlotte's face showed a curious expression.

Charles hesitated.

After talking to little Joad, he didn't know whether he should tell her directly or announce the news at the round table Parliament.

But at last, the red blood Castle housekeeper sighed:

"Dwarves... They let go."