Chapter 11

——If I wanted to, my uncle would always get it back for me.

This sentence came out of the king's mouth, just out of arrogance. But Blaise's general could not really regard it as a casual capricious sentence.

People in this era often fight, from the state to the aristocracy.

For dignity, for benefit, for faith But there was another reason for the expedition. They are feuds with the Empire of Legrand. The war between the two countries has lasted for more than 100 years - historians call it the "hundred year war" for short. In a hundred years' War, it was often for a while that the Empire of Legrand and the kingdom of Blaise had the upper hand.

Now, belonging to the dominant period of the kingdom of Blaise, the expeditionary army came from it.

No one knew better than the general what was happening to the Blaise expedition.

There is a dilemma.

After occupying Yuehe fortress, the bressians will find that this fortress is very embarrassing for them.

The precipitous terrain of Yuehe fortress also predestined that there was no field in the fortress. The main purpose of Yuehe fortress was military defense, and it did not produce its own food. For a long time, Yuehe fortress relied on the supply of TRU city and the transportation of food in the central plain. If the kingdom of Blaise wants to control it, it has to bring food from the sea

It costs a lot.

They can attack, but they can't occupy for a long time.

The best way is to use it to get higher benefits from the Empire.

But the arrogance of the young king of Legrand became their biggest obstacle at this time.

Can they really continue to spend money here?

No.

The general knows.

"That's it."

The king got up, took over the draft from his officials, flipped through it, and carelessly crossed out several interest clauses related to the royal family. Then he signed his name and threw the draft in front of the general.

"Either promise, or you will guard the broken stones. This negotiation is so lengthy that cordona's plays are enough to sing three times. "

Cordona's drama, which is a traditional opera of the last century, uses a lot of empty and useless parallelism, and the plot is protracted. It's often used by people nowadays to ridicule one thing and waste too much time on the side details.

Legrand's negotiations made his ministers look bleak and hopelessly want to end. This negotiation will be ruined by the king.

But they couldn't stop the king After all, the only thing that can make the treaty come into force is the king's autograph.

There was silence in the tent.

The king got up and asked the housekeeper to pack up. He was ready to go back to the palace. At his command, the rest of the officials could only follow the king out of the tent one by one, pale and ghostly.

Just a moment later, the original noisy tent became silent. On the other side of the long negotiation table, there were only blankly Blanche negotiators and blue faced generals.

Blaise's staff, you see me, I see you, for a moment, no one can speak.

Well, isn't it good just now? Why did everyone leave in a blink of an eye?

At this moment, they can understand the suffering of Legrand's colleagues over the years.

Such an unreasonable tyrant No one can laugh.

"General?"

Someone asked in a low voice.

The expedition general waved to let the others out first.

Only the general was left in the tent for negotiation. He couldn't help staring at the draft regardless of etiquette and swearing: "that fool of grace, why didn't you send this bastard to hell earlier?"

After a long time, he grabbed the quill and angrily signed his name on the draft.

"Damned villain."

He almost cut the paper.

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The salutes were all arranged, and the officials almost watched with desperation as the tents were put away one by one.

Their king didn't care.

He held a whip made of a mixture of gold and silver thread and stroked his fine horse, said to be the king's father, a descendant of William III. The king didn't care much about it before, but this time he suddenly began to love it.

I'm afraid even the devil can't understand the joy and anger of the young monarch.

The things were put into the oak carriage, and the housekeeper reluctantly lifted the curtain for the king.

"- please stop!"

Someone came panting.

He's an adjutant to general Blaise's expedition.

When he saw that it was only a short time before the king really wanted to leave, he turned pale with fright.

The king stopped to get on the bus. He turned his head slightly and looked at the comer coldly with ice blue eyes.

The adjutant did not dare to dally, but quickly took out the contract signed by both sides.

The king didn't reach out. He glanced at him and let the housekeeper pick him up.The housekeeper turned red with excitement. He took the contract from the adjutant and spread it carefully to the end. Sure enough, he saw the name of general Blaise on it, though his fierce handwriting revealed the anger of his master.

"Your majesty

The voice of the housekeeper trembled with excitement.

Low swept away, joy shrouded in the negotiation group over.

"Let's go. I've had enough of this place."

The king was so cold that he didn't mean to celebrate with them. Instead, he urged everyone to get up and go back to his palace.

However, the contract was successfully signed, and only a small price was paid by mistake. Before that, the willfulness of the king was not as distressing as it used to be. They all got into the carriage happily, leaving only the sad adjutant Blaise.

May the Lord protect him from a heartless anger.

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"General, what's your impression of the young king?"

Hesitated for a long time, asked the astrologer.

"A complete jerk, villain."

The general answered without hesitation.

"Let him go to hell with his pride."

"General, I think we'd better not let the king of Legrand leave here alive."

The astrologer saw the whirlpool of blood and black again, he suggested.

"Don't care too much about him." The general seemed to feel a little funny, "my dear astrologer, that is a arrogant boy who is too headstrong He will pay the price soon. "

What else does the astrologer want to say.

"Well, my star, go and pack your bags. It's time for us to return."

The general is not in the mood to listen any more.

The astrologer had to stoop to leave.

Back in his tent, the astrologer spread out a piece of writing paper, pondered for a moment, and wrote the letter with a feather pen dipped in special star ink. The letter was addressed to his tutor, in which he described in detail what he saw when he observed King Legrand and asked what the tutor had told him.

“…… The general didn't take the announcement of fate to heart. But teacher, I feel uneasy, whether it's the sun or the bloody whirlpool Please guide me. "

He stopped writing and checked his letter.

"I'm sorry, sir."

The candle in the tent suddenly flickered. The astrologer noticed something. He put his hand into his pocket and tried to draw out the silver dagger. But he failed.

Thick black fog surged up from the ground silently, and filled the narrow space in an instant. The darkness has swallowed up here. The astrologer stiffened and turned his head with almost all his strength. Black fog mat to him, he saw out of the dark slowly out of a person.

The dark smell of hell The other party is

He lost consciousness.

"It seems that my dear majesty has a little trouble."

The black fog was flowing on the ground, and the devil in the exquisite black dress came to the astrologer's desk.

He gently pulled out the letter and held it up in front of him.

"Darkness and scarlet How beautiful, my majesty. "

He said with a sigh.

A black fire was burning on his pale, cold fingertips, and the letter was instantly reduced to ashes and fell in the black fog.

The devil dropped his hand and put his fingertips on the astrologer's forehead.

"It's not a good character to peep at other people's favorite treasure, Mr. astrologer."

Like a pale liquid, memory is drawn from the astrologer's forehead. The devil puts it into a beautiful crystal ball and sticks it on his forehead.

He saw the king in the midday sun.

The king's scarlet coat is blooming with roses, and his ice blue eyes are calm. No one can pry into his mind. With the help of the astrologer's eyes, he finally saw something closest to the king's thought That tells the future. Countless scarlet swirls on the dark curtain.

In fact, only the scarlet whirlpool is the real fate of the king.

The black curtain tells him that he has signed a contract with the devil, and his soul has belonged to hell.

How beautiful.

"My majesty."

The devil murmured.

The memory ended in the king's back. The devil carefully put away the crystal ball, reached out and turned into a scarlet rose. He put the rose on his chest, and then walked briskly over the hapless ghost who would forget everything when he woke up.

He didn't mind completely solving a hidden danger for the king.

But it's going to be a lot of trouble for those people from the holy inquisition to cross the sea, isn't it?

It was dusk.

Blood color and darkness cover the earth, which is the time for all dark creatures to appear.The devil was hidden in the dark. He stood straight. The tail of the black dress was blown up by the wind, and the edge faded out like a fog. He plucked the rose from his chest and said softly to the king, "good day, my dear majesty."

He kisses the rose.