Chapter 889

Lottel, Eagle hunting Castle

The rainstorm at the end of summer was cold and piercing, making the already majestic and towering Castle gloomy and terrible.

In the world covered by dark clouds and rain, through the layers of steaming "curtain", you can see only the flickering fire behind the iron windows of the castle.

With the mud splashing under the horse's hoof, the knight in the rain rushed across the suspension bridge raising the iron gate; Then he turned over and dismounted. The muddy iron boots stepped on the stone stairs and smashed open the main gate of the castle.

The two rows of braziers on the left and right of the hall were burning brightly, which not only brought light, but also left a flickering shadow on the wall; Although the "fluorite chandelier" from Byrne has long been introduced into lottel, and even has been placed on the ceiling, the whole lottel Court seems to be very cold and even disgusted with this "wizard's gadget".

At the end of the hall, a gray bearded but energetic old man was waiting for him.

At the age of 60 or 70, he still wears armor in the hall; The dark black cloak made his figure look stronger and stronger; There was no superfluous decoration all over the body. He only had a seal ring in his right hand, and the heraldry of Fred's family and blood stained cross sword were carved on the sea blue gem.

Although he was old, his still sharp eyes and handsome face made time seem slow on the old man, and did not bring him the shackles of sickness and decay.

Because he is Lord of lottel, Duke Fred.

Throwing away his cloak soaked by the rain, the knight came forward calmly, but noticed that in the corner of the hall stood a thin young man, wearing a hat and robe, dressed as a scholar, with drooping hands and standing there silently.

"This is my clerk, don't think about it." the old man on the seat slowly opened his mouth, and his eyes also revealed some doting feelings: "Lu Wen recommended it. What does the child say about the Great Duke? It's really not like a courtier who hasn't studied in the court except the priest."

"Since he likes it, I'll stay... Then again, since he recorded it, the Earls finally had some rules when they came to see me - they were afraid that if they lost their ugliness, they would discredit the family and future generations; of course, what he wrote was only for me, ha ha!"

Seeing that the old Duke was so happy, the always serious Knight smiled and took back his eyes.

"You're back, and ruwen's child didn't come back."

Put away his smile, Archduke Fred raised his head and stared at the knight with eagle eyes: "that is to say... He won, didn't he?"

"It should be said that... A complete victory." the knight nodded and handed the Duke a long package from under his cloak: "this is Duke Byrne's booty and a coronation gift to ruwen - it is the greatest achievement of the imperial envoy!"

"Oh?"

His eyes opened fiercely. The old man immediately took the package, took out the letter paper contained on it, quickly glanced at it, and constantly nodded: "OK, very good... It is worthy of Turin's blood and the son of the man; this kind of death like task was actually completed by him!"

"Aaron, the letter is too general; tell me more about it from beginning to end!"

Suddenly stunned, the knight stumbled on the soles of his long feet and nearly fell.

I almost forgot that my Duke can't read at all

So Loren, the knight's captain, who was very patient, told him the information and repeated it to the Duke completely; In order to facilitate his understanding, he also added a lot of his own understanding.

While they were talking, the young clerk in the corner picked up his notepad and began to record it rigidly; The knight who was still skeptical thought of what the Duke had just said and didn't think more.

Sure enough... When the knight's long voice fell, the young clerk also put down his notepad and stood motionless like a sculpture in the corner of the hall.

"... that is to say, even if the Azores Kingdom attacked the empire from the west of lottel and lost the assistance of the Ancient Wood Forest Elves, there was only Shenlin Castle left to attack, and it was doomed that it could not invest too many troops due to the narrow and tortuous roads and difficult logistics supply."

Archduke Fred, who breathed a sigh of relief, looked very smart: "but ruwen's child can become a hero to resist the invasion of the Azores kingdom with the credit of guarding the west gate of the Empire... Does he mean that?"

"Duke Byrne promised that once the Azores appeared in the ancient wood forest, the elves of the morning star forest would send information; in addition, he would provide us with assistance as much as possible, so as to block the Azores to the west of lottel and let them die in the deep forest castle."

The knight nodded: "he probably wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to make friends with lottel and find new allies in the west of the Empire; because Arles in the South refused his solicitation, and Elman always only obeyed the Imperial Emperor's orders."

"So he has to find a way to win us over - even if he fails to remain neutral, he can't let lottel stand on the side of the crown prince Connor." Archduke Fred nodded: "good, you can promise him; but Aaron, you have to find a way to secretly disclose this matter to the crown prince."

"Ruwen, this child... Is too simple. If he chooses, he must stand on his friend's side without hesitation; I have to arrange it before I retreat. In any case, I have to let lottel and the Fred family remain neutral and never participate in this matter."

The knight nodded silently; As a close confidant of Reuven, he may be one of the people who understand the Duke's doing so best.

"As for Byrne's support, Hei hei... It's better not to expect too much." Archduke Fred smiled a low smile: "there are no cheapskates in Turin, but... It's not a good thing to be involved by them and owe human debt."

"The Archduke of El mans of the previous generation is the best example - he owes Roland once and sells him for half his life. In the latter half of his life, he has to find ways to help the Turin family of orphans and widows, as if he has become Roland's vassal; what my frieds want is longevity, not subjugation!"

"Yes!"

With his hands on his back, the knight looked solemn and bowed his head heavily.

"You are the knight of ruwen. You shouldn't leave him for too long." Archduke Fred smiled on his face, and there was another trace of doting in his expression: "go back to Shenlin castle, don't let your master wait too long!"

Raising his head, the knight with sharp steps turned away.

Just as he walked out of the gate, the alert knight took a long step and glanced at the corner again; The thin clerk still stood there motionless, like a puppet.

Shaking his head, the knight who no longer hesitated walked out of the front door.

Sitting alone in the hall, Archduke Fred nodded slightly, and finally took out the Azor long knife from the package with satisfaction - the exquisite handle and gorgeous scabbard, which almost immediately took his eyes away.

Then he pulled out the blade slightly. The blade of the mirror reflected the flames on both sides, and the refracted light could hardly open his eyes.

Only the clerk in the corner remained motionless and continued to record like a puppet.

The exquisite Azores long Sabre made Archduke Fred's eyes full of praise.

Even with his insight, this knife ranks among the top three weapons he has seen in his life, second only to the bright star of Brandon I's sword; Partly because of the reputation of the sword.

"Never let this knife be unknown, right..."

Archduke Fred sneered in a low voice, and his pupils glittered with wisdom.

Loren Turin... Maybe he meant well, and he really took Reuven as his friend from the bottom of his heart; But that doesn't mean he won't use this friendship to benefit the Turin family and Byrne.

The tradition of the Turin family has long been shown incisively and vividly in the "black Duke" - the people of this family can have extremely rich and surging emotions at the same time, and can also maintain a high degree of calm and absolute reason all the time.

Because of this, they can move and gather a group of loyal followers with sincerity; Then take them to their goals, ideals and ambitions, to take risks, to sacrifice, to sacrifice themselves.

They are born adventurers, commanders and dictators - and they make others obey willingly and serve unreservedly.

Chivalry, chivalry and tradition... It is simply a system tailored by the Turin family for the prosperity of their family.

So is Roland Turin and so is Charlotte Turin.

Loren Turin... Could it be an accident?

Archduke Fred narrowed his eyes, pressed the handle of the knife and sheathed the long knife.

Whether he is or not, lottel's frieds will never be vassals to others - if Loren Turin is really interested, he should strive to keep lottel neutral, rather than pull his close friends into his chariot!

Lu Wen is still too young. In this kind of court struggle, he is easily blinded by personal likes and dislikes and illusory friendship; He must take advantage of his energy to pave the way for the next 20 years and become the Lord of lottel who is really in power and in charge of the west gate of the Empire.

Lottel has no Knight galloping the earth, no dragon with black wings blocking the sun, no Hussars maneuvering... What we have is a war bow hidden in the dense forests and hills.

Close combat has never been lottel's strength; A hundred steps away is our battlefield.

A hundred paces away, before the enemy is aware of it, shoot out the inevitable rain of death in the gap where the prey looks around; Either don't move, if you want to move, you have to defeat the enemy with one blow!

At present, the situation of the empire is not clear, and it is not time for lottel to bet; Byrne wanted to win over the frieds, but a knife and a few verbal promises were not enough; If you want lottel's support, you have to show some sincerity.

Huh?

Archduke Fred raised his head as if he heard something.

"Clerk, did you write it down just now?" the old man who suddenly reacted looked at the corner of the hall and looked puzzled: "I didn't say that you don't have to pretend when there is no one - I'm not tired. Anyway, your Duke can't read!"

The young clerk seemed not to hear, still holding the notepad in his hand, his right hand waved the quill rigidly, making a "rustling" sound.

"What are you doing? Didn't I say you don't have to write?"

With a frown, Archduke Fred's expression was a little ugly: "my court needs loyal courtiers, but loyalty is the most important - do you know what loyalty is? It's my command. It must be carried out. I'll stop you now!"

The clerk in the corner still ignored it and held the Notepad firmly in front of his chest.

"You young man, why don't you understand any rules?"

The wary old man got up and walked, but his face remained unchanged, as if he hadn't noticed anything. His right hand had pressed the handle of the "folding shadow sword":

"Is there something wrong? Who is embarrassing you? It doesn't matter. You can tell me anything. I'm a very tolerant..."

Poof!

His face changed suddenly, and the figure of Archduke Fred shook violently.

A sharp Azor knife stuck out from behind the notepad and ran through his throat!

The old man whose throat was blocked lowered his eyes hard and looked at his motionless clerk.

His right hand with the pen had already been pierced by the blade, and the blade stabbed out of his armpit, just stuck in the dead corner of his sight.

"Why, why would you..."

Archduke Fred with trembling lips squeezed out these words hard.

"Why... Hehe, this sentence should be what I want to say." a cold, disgusting voice came from behind the clerk:

"Why... That fool Meade is dead!"

As soon as the old man's eyes coagulated, a petite figure appeared behind the clerk.

It has long dark blue hair and sharp ears.

"The second minister of the royal court died in that kind of rural place... I told him that all the hillbilles were killed. Now how can I explain to your majesty as an adjutant!"

The milk voice, the petite and lovely figure, said creepy words:

"And... Grandpa, stop struggling in vain. Don't you understand?"

"Once hit the key, my body will be under my control immediately - Hey hey, thanks to your illiteracy, otherwise the little brother of the clerk may have been exposed long ago."

"I can't help it, because he has been dead for more than two months."

Fred's eyes were wide open... But now he could do nothing but fear.

He found that his hand began to move uncontrollably - like a stiff puppet, twitching mechanically, holding up the folding sword in his hand and delivering it to him respectfully.

"More than two months... It's almost the limit of others - after all, toys will break, wood will rot and rope will be loose."

"So, Duke, are you happy? Although you are dead, you can continue to live like a living person for about two months."

"... speaking of it, Meade likes to name his knife very much; his knife is called folding shadow sword, and mine..."

"... it's a puppet show."