Chapter 859

"He promised?!"

Brandon de sallion took over the messenger's letter covered with "top secret" in the military camp of the saxophone expeditionary Corps in the Principality of Boye.

"Yes - ten days ago, Duke Byrne's mission and team had already set out, and now they should have just entered the territory of El Mans." the dusty messenger had no time to wipe off the sweat on his forehead and nodded with stunned force:

"At this speed, you will reach shenlinbao in the north of lottel in a month at most."

"A month, so fast?" the surprised red haired boy exclaimed, frowning deeper.

It was originally thought that even if he had to accept the appointment, Loren Turin would at most deal with the matter and delay time to find a solution to the problem; But according to his current efficiency, I'm afraid he really plans to be an "imperial envoy".

This guy... Is it really Loren Turin, his lord wizard adviser - when did he become so loyal to the Empire?!

Or does he have other plans and just don't plan to discuss with himself for some reason?

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

No matter what, Loren Turin has gone to lottel. In other words, Bayern's support will become extremely limited in the next three months to six months;

This means that his original plan to put pressure on East Saxony, lift the blockade on himself and coordinate the power alliance between Boye and Bain, the Principality of Arles, had to be cancelled;

This means that if you really have any thoughts about yourself, it's half a year;

The only thing we can rely on and rely on is the Lord of Boye, the Archduke of the machete, the shelter of Sarika Jonah - it is conceivable that once she knows this, she will speak loudly.

At the thought of this, the red haired boy sighed, and his bright eyes twinkled with tangled light.

Want to think about selling hue?

"Your Highness Brandon, the countess Charlotte of the red blood castle is still waiting for a reply." the messenger who stood up carefully looked at the prince in front of him: "what do you want to give her, or the Duke of Loren who was sent to the ancient wood forest..."

"Wait a minute!"

The red haired boy raised his hand abruptly and interrupted the messenger's words. His pupils shook suddenly.

Ancient wood forest, why ancient wood forest... No, why must it be Loren Turin?

The explanation of the sky palace is that the two sides have a deep friendship... Nonsense. If there is a deep friendship, Reuven Fred, the heir of lottel, has been dealing with the elves there in the past few years, isn't he a more suitable candidate?!

Set aside your best assistant and break the balance between yourself and your brother? It's possible, but it's not a father's style; If he is really ready to die peacefully, he will not easily break the balance after supporting himself.

So... It's not an internal struggle, the enemy comes from the outside.

What happened in the ancient wood forest that made his father want to fight so fiercely? He didn't hesitate to coerce Loren to obey his orders - and determined that only Loren could solve the problem?!

"Ancient wood forest... Azores... What the hell happened in those ghost places?" whispered Brandon de sallion.

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"I'm surprised... You don't know."

At the fortress of duanjie mountain, Conrad de saleon knocked on the table and stared at the opposite side: "to tell you the truth, this is the first time I'm a little disappointed."

"I'm very sorry, but the night watchman doesn't always know everything." Edward, the night watchman with his hands on his back, said coldly, "especially from the heavenly palace, your majesty Eckhart II - your father's direct order."

"We can tell you that you did have this order. We can tell you where your Majesty was, what books were at hand, the scenery outside the window, the weather, the color of clothes, the quality of sleep, the dishes for lunch, the chatting of servants and guards outside the door, and the maid who slept with you at night..."

"But I can't tell you what your Majesty was thinking - because our ability is too limited."

Dang -!

The heavy Saxophone long sword came out of its scabbard and hit Edward's thin shoulder with a dull sound. The blade was close to the edge of his neck.

The night watchman's cheeks trembled slightly and his body remained motionless.

"Pay attention to your tone of voice, sir." a powerful voice came from behind and made an undisguised threat: "this is duanjie mountain fortress. Dare to disrespect the crown prince, I promise you..."

"Dreisis!"

The expressionless connord interrupted the "threat" of his deputy commander and cavalry captain, and slowly got up: "don't scare our guests, and I don't think simple threat is of little significance to a night watchman."

"Unless you're really going to kill him, this sword is like iron for him - lack of fear, the best professional quality of an imperial night watchman." looking into Edward's eyes, the crown prince asked softly:

"Am I right?"

"You're ridiculous." Edward remained motionless, neither humble nor arrogant.

The sword on the shoulder had been removed, leaving only a trace near the clavicle.

"The last thing, Edward, please tell me;" Connor whispered, "is this information... Sent by LUT infinite or an adult in the imperial capital, or..."

"... what does Father mean?"

The cavalry captain dreisis was slightly surprised and suddenly looked back.

His royal highness, the unsmiling crown prince, has sharp eyes and wants to get the answer directly from the night watchman's eyes.

"The information itself is not a secret, even if I don't say it, it's not difficult for you to know." Edward, the night watchman, looked at him calmly:

"But it was the emperor's will to order me to convey this information to you."

The air became quiet.

Connord de sallion, who did not change his face, set off a huge wave in his heart.

This is the father... The great lord Eckhardt II is warning himself?

Duke Byrne's mission is a "compromise" reached between him and Loren Turin, and he is not allowed to intervene more?

"I see. I should be more than the only one warned, right?" Conrad looked at him seriously. "The fortress of duanjie mountain... Should not be your last stop, Sir Edward?"

"Brandon de sallion, Boye's eastern expedition camp, is my last stop, your royal highness." Edward's voice did not stop at all:

"The more capable and responsible people are, the more necessary it is to be warned and reminded... This is what your majesty said."

"Really? I see." connord nodded slightly, his eyes extremely complex, and then turned away.

Edward, who understood each other's meaning, immediately stepped down and left the fortress of duanjie mountain.

"Your Highness, shall I send someone to check?"

The cavalry captain, who was so silent that he couldn't bear it, finally spoke: "the team has just arrived in ellemans. If we start now, our sentry should still have time to keep up with Duke Byrne..."

Conrad shook his head with his back to him and sighed helplessly.

"Well, if father really doesn't want us to intervene, he'd better not act rashly." he bowed his head and said word by word:

"Dreisis, you have followed my father for many years - in your impression, once he would easily reveal his ideas and goals to others?"

The cavalry captain was stunned, frowned and silent for a long time.

"Once... Not at all."

Connord sighed again.

"But I'm still curious. What happened to the Azores? Nothing has been heard since the ocean fleet was killed three years ago... No."

Connord suddenly turned around and thought, "even in the past, we still knew nothing about this elf country and never really knew them."

"Regime, national strength, wealth and people... We know nothing about them. We only know that the two countries are separated by a sea of fog. In any case, they can't cross the ocean to invade us, let alone necessary... On the contrary."

"The sea of fog that cannot be crossed... It is this false sense of security that has kept each other safe for twelve generations, and firmly believes that this' Peace 'will continue..." Connor murmured in a low voice:

"But is this true?"

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"Of course it's true. It's absolutely true."

Putting down the wine pot in his hand, the seal minister metney Leopold put a full cup of sakran dry red in Victor Hughes's hand, ignoring the wrinkled brow of the whisky Justice:

"In the imperial history books, it is clearly recorded that three emperors once sent envoys to the Azores, and countless private exchanges were carried out through commercial activities... But they all failed."

"How could it be?" the frowning justice put down his glass and was extremely surprised: "eboden's ocean fleet carries out trade with the Azores Kingdom at least once a year - you tell me, the Empire still knows nothing about this country?"

"Yes, I know nothing." the seal minister calmly drank his glass: "all the contents of 'the eagle king warmly entertained the imperial mission and friendly exchanges with the ocean fleet' you see in the history books are made up by historians for the face of the Empire."

"The fact is that our ocean fleets and missions have never really been close to this country. They usually call at a port on the border; as for the so-called trade, um... It is more similar to some kind of reward."

"Reward?" the chief justice frowned deeper.

"Yes, it's like Brandon I, the sage, gave the Centaur tribe a lot of gold and iron, so that they don't disturb the Principality of Boyi, so that they can mobilize tens of thousands of Hussars to go north and achieve his great martial arts in the blood skeleton valley." the seal minister sighed:

"Although I don't want to make such a comparison, this is the fact - in the eyes of the Azores, the sakran Empire, which inherited the blood of the Dragon Kingdom, may be the same trouble as the 'distant barbarians'."

"Of course, this is just my wishful thinking. Only the Azores themselves know."

"I see." justice Victor nodded gently. "So when he learned that the Azores appeared in the ancient wood forest, his majesty felt like a great enemy... An enemy who doesn't know at all is indeed disturbing."

"No, not exactly."

"Huh?"

"If you really don't understand it at all, you won't specially appoint Duke Byrne as the plenipotentiary envoy." Leopold shook his head: "Your Majesty must have noticed something or had a hunch that he would not hesitate to use coercion to reunite the empire that is gradually divided because of the issue of inheritance under his command."

"What he needs is no longer a divided principality alliance in which factions fight each other and maintain a balance to ensure that neither side can threaten its own authority, but a closely united empire to frighten the four sides!"

"What do you mean?" asked victor. "Didn't you just say... That the Empire and the Azores had never had direct contact?"

"Yes, we don't understand. There are almost no records of Azores in Imperial historical materials." Leopold raised his head and looked out of the window meaningfully:

"But this does not mean that some people know nothing about them."

After a moment of meditation, justice Victor suddenly woke up: "you mean..."

"Is there any secret that the ocean fleet was killed three years ago?" Leopold murmured in a low voice, and his eyes were still smart under his frown:

"I don't want to think so, but... When eboden was in turmoil, his majesty insisted on supporting the corona family, letting the wizard tower take power and become the ruler of eboden..."

"Maybe it wasn't an accident?"

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"There are no accidents in this world. There are only messages we don't know."

Standing on the balcony of the nine pointed star wizard tower, the aging corona stared at the distant harbor and muttered to herself.

"Our supreme emperor, he always knows things we don't know, so his eyes are farther away than his royal highness and all of us."

"But these long-term vision always serve a great but selfish purpose; while actively making innovation, they refuse any change - the continuation of the de sallion royal family and the prosperity of the saxophone empire."

"Loren Turin once mentioned a word called... Um... Limitation, yes, that's it; it describes being able to see your own defects and shortcomings, but unable to make any change because of your position and self factors. It's very sad."

"But we are different. The most dynamic side we represent is the thirst for knowledge and ambition of the Empire and even our whole race;

No matter how we are denounced as evil and degenerate, we will always make progress if we inherit the legacy of "wearing a hat Logan", devote ourselves to exploring the essence of the force of emptiness, change and serve ourselves with knowledge, and do not succumb to the force of emptiness. "

"We will dominate the next era!"

Corona, who was talking to himself, looked back slowly - behind him, freswalker, with a funny face and a pipe in his portrait, was staring at him with his eyes bent into crescent moon.

"It's because you're aware of this that you can leave such a mess to me... Right, old friend?"