Chapter 137： messenger

"It was heard that His Majesty the King was unfortunately killed, and the Lord Marquis Vincent deeply regrets this.

However, Lord Marquis also believes that under Your Majesty the Queen, the half-elf kingdom will surely have a brighter future.

Therefore, the Lord Marquis specially ordered me to bring a gift to his Majesty as a tribute. "

The Envoy of the East Territory is a middle-aged man about forty years old, with a fair complexion and a short beard. The aristocratic dress on his body indicates his viscountry status.

The Viscount Alston put an exquisite small box on the table in front of Queen Aisha, and then returned respectfully.

Although his courtesy is impeccable, his condescending attitude is not overly concealed.

However, this is also the consistent attitude of the imperial messenger in the half-elf kingdom, and Queen Aisha has long been used to it.

"Marquis Vincent is interested."

Queen Aisha smiled to express her gratitude, and at the same time motioned to the maid beside her to open the box.

The maid opened the box and found that it contained a flag, so she took it out and unfolded it.

That is a military banner.

The ensign of the Black Cavalry!

The flag was still stained with blood, and there were burn marks in the lower left corner.

Even if it was just a banner, it made Queen Aisha seem to have seen the scene of the extremely tragic battle in Shadow Canyon.

At the same time, a wave of anger rose from the bottom of her heart.

Queen Aisha certainly didn't have much affection for the Black Cavalry, but she was completely enraged by the arrogant attitude of the Eastern Envoy.

The other party sent this flag over, clearly saying--

The army in the northern border has been wiped out by us, so if you know it, you will rush from our east border.

Viscount Alston still had that expression, with an blameless smirk on his face, his eyes were not happy or angry, and he looked at Queen Aisha intently.

A bright smile suddenly appeared on Queen Aisha's face. She had already felt the malice from the East Realm envoy from the beginning. At this moment, she looked at the other side earnestly and exclaimed:

"Unexpectedly, the Marquis of Vincent was so young, and his military attainments were so high that even the famous Black Cavalry was defeated in his hands. What a hero!"

Viscount Alston smiled restrainedly: "Your Majesty is too acclaimed. Lord Marquis was also worried that the Black Cavalry would threaten Silvermoon City, so he sent troops to ambush it halfway.

Unexpectedly, it was easy to win the battle. It seems that the so-called invincible Black Cavalry is just a mere vain name. "

The smile on Queen Aisha's face became more and more gorgeous, as if it had some kind of breathtaking charm, Viscount Alston quickly lowered his head, not daring to look more.

"On behalf of all the half-elves, I would like to thank Marquis Vincent for his helping hand to help Silvermoon City relieve the threat of the Black Cavalry.

To express my gratitude to Lord Marquis, if Lord Marquis has any needs, please do not hesitate to give orders. "

Viscount Alston raised his brows, his smile remained unchanged, and solemnly said: "There are two things, the Lord Marquis really hopes to get the approval of Her Majesty the Queen."

"Please speak."

"First of all, this outrageous invasion of the half-elf kingdom by the North is a rude trampling of the alliance agreement between the two countries. The Duke of St. Pros will report to His Majesty the Emperor and make due punishment to the St. Hild family!

I heard that this incident was triggered by the marriage of Miss Vera, so we also hope that your Majesty the Queen will hand over Miss Vera, and then we will send her to the Dragon City to accept the trial of the Emperor!

Secondly, although Lord Marquis defeated the Black Cavalry this time, it is inevitable that there will be evil forces that will threaten Silvermoon City in the future.

Therefore, in order to better help Her Majesty the Queen guard the half-elf people, and for the friendship between the East and the half-elf kingdom to last, Lord Marquis is willing to take over the defense of Silvermoon City and become the guardian of the half-elf kingdom! "

Queen Aisha quietly listened to Viscount Alston's request, and found that the conditions of the East Territory this time were actually two - one was to hand over Vera, and the other was to garrison troops in Silvermoon City.

As long as Queen Aisha agrees to these two conditions, it also means that the half-elf kingdom is completely under the control of the East.

Viscount Alston dared to make such a request, obviously also confident.

In his opinion, with the destruction of the Black Cavalry, Queen Aisha has lost foreign aid.

Not to mention that Silvermoon City has just encountered a military coup, even if the Silvermoon Guards are still intact, do they dare to stand alone against the 100,000 troops in the East?

Queen Aisha did not dare to resist, but said with some embarrassment:

"Your Excellency, you may not know that Miss Vera was assassinated in the palace. Although she saved her life through hard work, she is still seriously injured, and I am afraid she cannot travel far."

"That's it." Viscount Alston smiled, not knowing if he saw through the Queen's excuse, "Don't worry. When the Marquis of Vincent went out this time, he also invited a bishop to join the army. Wait for him. When you come to Silvermoon City, you will definitely give Miss Vera the best treatment."

"Then I can rest assured." Queen Aisha smiled.

"So, do you have any comments on the request of the Lord Marquis?" Viscount Alston continued to ask.

Obviously, he is forcing Queen Aisha to show her attitude.

Queen Aisha was angry in her heart, but she still smiled on the surface: "I don't have any other opinions. The Marquis of Vincent is dedicated to the half-elf kingdom, and I am extremely grateful."

When Viscount Alston heard this, the smirk on his face finally brought a hint of sincerity: "Your Majesty, you have made the right choice for the half-elf kingdom."

The other party's arrogant attitude completely lost her interest in conversation, so she got up and smiled: "Your Excellency must be very tired from the long journey. Let's take a rest first, and I will hold a banquet for you in the evening."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

After Viscount Alston left, Queen Aisha sent away the attendants in the temple again.

Then, Colin turned out from behind the curtain.

"Have these people in the Eastern Realm always been so arrogant?" He sat down on the throne unceremoniously, mockingly in his mouth.

Queen Aisha smiled charmingly and sat straight on Colin's lap.

A pair of jade arms wrapped around Colin's neck, and said in a tone that was half coquettish and half vent: "No way, a small country like half elves, facing the imperial messenger, can only bow down like this."

Colin wrapped Queen Aisha's plump body in his arms and took a deep breath.

The fragrance between his nose calmed his irritated heart a bit.

"Don't be afraid, that Vincent is just a villain who plays tricks and tricks, let's see how I deal with him!"

"Yeah." Queen Aisha put her pretty face in Colin's arms, as if listening to his heartbeat.

Colin rubbed the queen's smooth back and suddenly said: "By the way, the request of the Eastern Envoy did not mention the remnants of the Black Cavalry. Therefore, the other party should not know that there are eight. The Thousand Black Cavalry has already withdrawn into Silvermoon City."

"Well, the other party shouldn't know it yet. However, the movement of the black cavalry into the city is so great that the half-elf nobles basically know everything. This news cannot be kept from the East for long."

"That's right. However, we can do a little bit about how we should leak this news to Viscount Alston."

"Do you have a good idea again?"

"Yes, but that's not the focus now."

"So what is the focus now?"

As soon as Queen Aisha asked her question, she found her mouth was blocked.

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The half-elf throne, which has carried a thousand-year power struggle, is now ushering in a more primitive and fierce battle.