Chapter 75 Prelude to the Enraptured Dance - III

Chapter 75 Prelude to the Enraptured Dance - III

The Count of Stoneheart's eyes narrowed slightly, the other nobles were silent, but they had already started to calculate in their hearts.

But those three foolish nobles didn't have the leisure to think so much, they just kept thanking and praising Ansel's mercy.

"Since Baron Herewood says he is willing to give up everything."

Hydral stroked his scepter and smiled harmlessly:

"I think this proposal is very good."

"Your territory, your subjects, your wealth, your everything — I need these things to belong to the Revolutionary Army, hmm, the other two are the same."

In the silence, Ansel said cheerfully, "In these four days, I have conducted a key investigation in the Red Frost territory and found... this is indeed a very suitable land for the growth of the Revolutionary Army."

"I think it's time to give these eager spectators under the stage some opportunities to perform."

The Count of Stoneheart opened his mouth. He wanted to say something, but he remained silent.

He had no idea why Ansel was doing this, but one thing he knew very well — that is, Ansel's considerations must be far more long-term than his own, and any doubts about Ansel are stupid.

"But, I, this..."

Baron Herewood squeezed out a smile with great difficulty: "Even if, even if I really give up, those rats in the sewers of the New World... wouldn't dare to occupy the noble's territory."

The two grand dukes of the northern lands seemed, on the surface, to be unconcerned with the activities of the Revolutionary Army, allowing them room to grow in the region. However, should the self-proclaimed "New World" revolutionaries overstep their bounds, such as brazenly attacking cities and plundering territories, the elite forces under the command of the two grand dukes could annihilate them within three days, or so the nobles believed.

Ansel confidently raised his eyebrows, as if showing off a precious treasure, "She is the best, well... one of the best."

The young man turned to look at the silent Marlina, "Don't you agree, Marlina?"

"...Seri's talent," the young girl lowered her head, "I don't understand the world of extraordinary beings, but I think, she should be... very strong."

She hesitated for a moment, then spoke softly, "Mr. Ansel, I—"

"By the way, Marlina, what do you think was my intention when I spoke to you before entering the reception hall?"

Ansel's sudden question interrupted Marlina. The girl was taken aback, and after careful consideration, she answered seriously:

"Compared to the explicit requests, fulfilling your 'hidden' thoughts is obviously more valuable, more pleasing to you, and more proof of the nobles' loyalty to you."

"So, you deliberately mentioned these things to me. The nobles who heard those words will put two hundred percent of their energy and investment into rebuilding after the disaster in Red Frost City and helping the civilians of Red Frost City, because this is the result they think they have figured out."

"They will even rush to do this, so... compared to you directly proposing at the meeting, it is more efficient for the nobles to take the initiative to do this, and it will not waste your resources."

Ansel laughed heartily, "Your progress is becoming more and more obvious, Marlina. I told you, you have talent not inferior to Seraphina, isn't it obvious?"

Marlina smiled shyly, she seemed to only show this expression in front of Ansel, "You flatter me... no, thank you for your recognition."

She bowed slightly to Ansel, her eyes burning like fire. It doesn't matter, even if I'm not an extraordinary being, it doesn't matter. Now, I can also help Mr. Ansel, I have value... just like Seri. *

At this moment, after a long journey. The weary wolf finally returned to her hometown.

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