Violet Principality, its capital is Lint City.

In the lord's castle in the center of the city, the third prince Philip, who had been teleported to Violet through the ultra-long-distance fixed-point teleportation magic of the mage tower, sat on the noble chair and frowned at the soldiers who came to report:

"What did you say? The main force of Castel's rebels was completely wiped out?"

"Yes, the entire army was wiped out... It is said that they only lasted half a day on the banks of the Dorne River before being wiped out by Castel's coalition forces."

The soldier lowered his head and replied.

After hearing the soldiers' words, the third prince Philip's expression changed.

I saw him standing up subconsciously, shaking his head and saying:

"Half a day? No...this is impossible!"

"The rebels in the North have gathered at least more than 10,000 people! If we add the hired Northern Hussars, the strength may be close to 20,000!"

"Castle's mage group has been disbanded a long time ago. There is no strength to form a military formation at all. How can it possibly absorb so many troops?"

"Let alone 20,000 rebels, even 20,000 pigs. Castel's army couldn't catch them all in three days. Now you are telling me that they were defeated in half a day?"

"Where are the hussars in the north? Where are Count Gaston's troops? Didn't the troops of the Tulip Earldom defect in the face of battle?!"

The third prince asked sharply.

The soldier swallowed his saliva and replied bravely:

"Your Majesty the King, the garrison at Tulip did switch sides at the end of the battle, but... they turned against Castel..."

After hearing these words, the third prince's expression completely changed.

I saw him grabbing the soldier's chainmail collar, his expression gloomy as never before:

"What did you say? Tulip's garrison turned to Castel? Do you know what you are talking about? Those are my elite troops in Boulder!"

"Yes, your lord, the news from the north is that the garrison of the Tulip Earldom turned against the enemy and joined Castel's coalition with the garrison..."

"It was precisely because of the defection of the garrison that the rebels were defeated. Even many of the hussars in the north were made prisoners."

As the soldier spoke, he carefully presented a parchment scroll.

The third prince snatched it over and browsed it quickly. The more he looked... the darker his expression became, and the more he looked... the angrier his eyes became.

"Traitor! Madman! This old bastard Anatole dares to betray me! Is he really not afraid that I will directly deprive him of his title and territory?!"

The third prince tore the parchment into pieces and threw it to the ground. His handsome features were distorted with anger.

Anatole is the name of Count Gaston, and his full name is Anatole de Gaston, and his fiefdom is in the county of Erjo, south of Boulder.

Strictly speaking, he should actually be called Count Erjo, just because the name of the Gaston family is relatively loud, and his family is the only Gaston branch in the Principality of Boulder, so many Boulder nobles are used to calling him

He is Count Gaston.

Count Gaston's betrayal undoubtedly sent the third prince into a rage.

There are not many elites in the entire Principality of Boulder who can deploy magic energy arrays. Gaston just ran away, and almost a third of them escaped!

"I knew it! I knew it! I shouldn't have listened to the nonsense he swore allegiance to in the first place! These nobles in Boulder... are all bastards!"

The third prince roared angrily, gnashing his teeth in a manner that frightened even Eleanor, who was massaging his feet in front of him, to tremble.

And when the third prince's eyes fell on his wife in front of him, he became even more furious.

He kicked the opponent away and said angrily:

"Trash! They are all trash! Your Boulder family is also trash! You raised them all by yourself! You can actually run away with the nobles below!"

When Earl Lint entered the room, what he saw was the angry scene of the third prince.

The middle-aged nobleman who was the heir to the Violet Principality frowned slightly and said in a deep voice:

"Your Highness, please pay attention to your identity. She is your wife and the Duke of Boulder."

"snort!"

Seeing the middle-aged nobleman entering the room, the third prince took back his feet.

"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you take Lady Eleanor down quickly?"

Earl Lint said to the soldiers on the side.

The soldiers trembled and did not dare to move at all.

Earl Lint glanced at the third prince again:

"His Royal Highness Prince……"

Facing the middle-aged noble's gaze, the third prince took a deep breath and calmed down his anger.

Looking at Eleanor who was curled up in a ball and shivering, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and then he waved his hand impatiently and said:

"Okay, take her down."

After receiving the order, the soldiers took Eleanor down, leaving only the third prince and Earl Lint in the room.

Earl Lint sighed and said:

"Your Highness, the service can be left to the maid. After all, Lady Eleanor is the Duchess of Boulder..."

"Of course I know she is the Duchess, but I know even more that her surname is Bold. My dear uncle, you should know what the old Duke of Bold treated me back then, right?"

The third prince narrowed his eyes and asked.

Earl Lint was a little helpless:

"The past is past. Now you are the Duke of Boulder and a strong contender for the throne. What you want to look towards is the future. Your every move will be seen by the nobles. You...

…”

"Okay, my dear uncle, if you are here to teach me, then forget it. I am upset right now and I can't listen to what you are saying."

The third prince waved his hand and said.

Earl Lint hesitated and said:

"Is this the news that Castre's rebels have been defeated?"

The third prince glanced at him:

"Grandpa already knows?"

"Yes, the news has spread. It is said that Tulip's standing cavalry defeated the rebels in one fell swoop..."

Earl Lint sighed.

The third prince remained silent, and looking at his silent and gloomy look, Earl Lint asked:

"Your Highness, what do you... plan to do with the Gaston family?"

The third prince glanced at him with squinted eyes and said:

"My uncle, I know what you want to say. After all, Count Gaston is a member of the Gaston family. You are worried that if I touch him, he will turn against that old fox, Duke Gaston..."

"But, my dear uncle, have you never thought about why he betrayed me?"

"Hmph, if there is no other force behind him to support him, he is just a count, and the fiefdom is still under my control. How dare he betray me? Plot against me?"

"Abduct my troops and help Castel suppress the rebellion... Haha, you don't want to watch me take control of Castel and increase my strength!"

After hearing the third prince's words, the middle-aged noble's eyelids jumped:

"You mean to say that what Earl Gaston did was secretly supported by Duke Gaston? That Duke may no longer remain neutral and has turned to the second prince?"

"Humph, it's not impossible."

The third prince said coldly.

Earl Lint hesitated:

"Then you..."

"Don't worry, I know my priorities. The primary problem now is Castel. As for Gaston... it won't be too late to settle accounts with him after Castel is solved!"

The third prince said.

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes:

"It seems... I still underestimate that little earl."

"To be able to make Gaston betray, maybe she has been won over by the second prince and gained his support."

"My uncle, things have changed. It seems... we have to go north immediately and declare war on Castres."

Earl Lint nodded:

"Father means the same thing. Violet's army is on standby and can set off at any time after the war is declared."

The third prince nodded with satisfaction.

Although losing the Tulip Garrison made him angry, it was not enough to completely affect the overall situation.

After all, Castel... is a countland that lacks extraordinary material channels, and is by no means a match for Violet and Bold after joining forces!

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Chapter completed!