After Count Jeandenelle read the report in his hand, he gently placed the parchment aside on the top of the fireplace. The weather-beaten old noble remained silent in a rare moment. After a while, he raised his head.
He looked at his close assistant with a gloomy expression:
"I am a waste, and my subordinates are also waste. How long ago was this report made?"
"Half a month ago."
"It's been half a month since Tony Geer caused such a big mess."
"My lord, this may not be a scam." Count Jean Denel's confidant said: "No matter how bad Sir Mintai is, he will not be defeated by a bunch of rabble."
"The other party is a mercenary, but the mercenaries are just annoying flies. They won't buzz here unless they smell the smell of profit -" Count Jeandenelle replied: "There is someone causing trouble behind here.
"
Although the report mentioned that Grudin had offended those mercenaries, this weathered old nobleman knew these people very well, and they would not easily go against the local powerful lords without sufficient conditions.
They wouldn't have thought that there was someone behind Grudin himself.
Lord Denel calmed down and tapped the emerald ring on his right index finger with his left hand. Anyone familiar with him knows that this usually means that the earl is thinking. When he is thinking,
It cannot be disturbed.
When his confidants saw this scene, they also consciously shut up and waited for the other party to make a decision.
"I only care about two things," the elder earl replied after thinking for a long time: "First, is Grudin dead or alive? Second, who is the troublemaker behind this?"
The confidant lowered his head humbly as if listening, knowing that the big man had not finished speaking.
But at this moment, the door opened with a click, interrupting Count Jeandenelle's words, and a tall young man walked in from the outside in a hurry.
"Father."
The young man's voice was one step faster than other people's and was full of energy.
As soon as Jean Denel shut up, he glanced - or rather glanced sideways at the visitor, and replied coldly: "How many times have I told you to knock before entering?"
"Those who achieve great things don't stick to trivial matters. Didn't you tell me this, father?"
The young man strode to his father's side. This young man, wearing a black trench coat with gold trim on the sleeves and collar, and a long sword on his waist, is the second son of Count Jean-Denel—and the only one at this age who has not received a fief.
An heir - he voluntarily gave up his fiefdom and insisted on staying with Count Gendenelle.
Of course Count Jean Denel understood what his son was thinking, but he didn't mind and just said: "It seems you understand?"
The urgent information alarmed the entire Padelson Castle. He didn't think it was strange that his son rushed over so quickly. If he didn't know about it, it would mean that the other party's vigilance was too low.
"Well, something happened?" The young man looked around, then sat down on the sofa nearby and raised his head and asked.
"Something happened to your brother."
"real?"
Count Jean Denel raised his eyebrows and said angrily for the first time: "It sounds like something happened to your brother. You seem to be very happy?"
"Sorry, father," the young man picked up the cup on one side, then laughed and put it down: "I know this is not good, but there is no way, I still won't hide my emotions."
The smile on his face was obvious, which obviously made Earl Denel well-predicted.
The old earl shook his head. He was the same back then, but this seemed to him to be a trivial matter; but the struggle between families was one thing, but it was different for outsiders to hurt his descendants. Among any nobles,
This precedent must never be set.
Even the fights between nobles rarely involve fighting each other. Conspiracy and violence are two different things. The blood of nobles is precious and must not be shed in vain.
Therefore, as soon as Count Jean Denel received this report, he had already made up his mind to take bloody revenge as a warning to others.
However, in his opinion, the matter was not that simple, so he took a picture of the report and said: "An assault occurred in Tony Geer, and your brother's life and death are unknown——"
He paused for a moment: "But I think it's more likely to be bad than good." Count Jean Denel snorted coldly and asked his confidant to repeat the current situation.
Sir Mintai actually lost?
When the young man heard that his younger brother was killed by a group of mobs, he couldn't help but shake his head. In his opinion, the mob was a mob after all, and it was too embarrassing for a lord to die in a massacre.
He himself couldn't help but feel that his face was dull and dull.
In any case, he was his younger brother after all. He couldn't hold his head high in front of outsiders for killing such a loser in his own family. But when he heard the news of Sir Mintai's defeat, his expression was completely different.
This is not ***.
Although the young man was careless, he was a thoughtful person. He immediately stood up and said to Count Gendenel: "Father, there is something behind this. Please allow me to summon the army immediately - I will let those who are causing trouble behind here
Pay the price."
Count Jean Denel looked at his son and shook his head with some disappointment.
"Do you know who is behind this?"
The young man was stunned and then said: "As long as the army presses the border, their true colors will be revealed."
Not too stupid! The old earl's expression softened a little, but he still shook his head: "Although it's a good idea, there are people waiting to see our jokes. If you mobilize people, wouldn't you be sending the laughing stock to others-"
The young man frowned.
The experienced old man tapped his forehead with his hand: "If you have to use your brain more, the sword in your hand can destroy your enemies, but it cannot lead you to victory. Think again."
"Of course whoever benefits will have the motive," the young man replied.
"Yes," Count Jean Denel nodded: "The kingdom is divided into three, but the most likely person to do so is the princess. That cunning little girl is really worrying, because what they lack is time.
Do you just want to put pressure on me? That would make the Denel family think too simply."
"But it is not necessarily impossible that someone is sowing discord, father." The young man does not want his father to fall to Anlek's side because of this. His plan is to get the princess to win over him. Of course, it is best to marry him. With the princess
With the help, the position of inheriting the family is almost guaranteed.
Besides, he had long heard about the beauty of the half-elf princess. The reputation of this most dazzling gemstone on the crown of the ancient kingdom had not only spread to Eruin, but had even spread to the neighboring Cruz Empire.
But his little thoughts could not escape the eyes of Earl Denel. The gloomy old man gave his son a cold look: "Don't worry, I won't get mad because of this matter. I'm over it."
At your age."
"Father?"
"You have to remember one thing, Andre," Count Jean Denel said in a stern tone: "It doesn't matter which side the Denel family favors. What's important is that Jean Denel must maintain, or
To achieve a more autonomous position than we currently have."
The old man raised his eyebrows and his tone became gloomy: "If you can't get so much, don't think so much. How to set your own goals is very important. People who are greedy will only make other people feel disgusted."
The young man was stunned for a moment, then shrugged: "Of course I understand, but what should we do now?"
Count Jean Denel tapped the emerald on his right index finger and replied coldly: "That cunning little girl played tricks on me. Of course the Jean Denel family must retaliate with tooth for tooth and blood for blood; she
Kill my son, and I will eat her chess pieces to see what she plans to do next——"
"So?" The young man became excited and patted the hilt of his sword.
"No, everything is a danger with an opportunity. This matter cannot be handled in this way. If I have to personally take action for a small territorial rebellion, then wouldn't it mean that the Denel family has lowered its status?" The old earl shook his head.
, full of dissatisfaction with this young man's eagerness to try: "Besides, that cunning little girl and Grand Duke Anlek are watching me closely. They must not take it lightly at this time."
The young man made a sound, took off his sword and threw it on the sofa aside: "I understand, father, you have a plan."
His careless actions almost made Count Denel, who was extremely well-behaved, tremble with anger, but just as the old count was about to reprimand him, the latter interrupted him.
"If we don't take action, that Pallas may not be a match for those mobs, father,"
The young man put his hands flat on the back of the sofa and leaned back comfortably, with a lazy look on his face: "Although that old knight has a fairly good army, his strength is limited compared to Sir Mintai.
, if Sir Mintai loses miserably, then this gentleman knight will also not win?"
Count Jean Denel nodded gloomily. Although he could not understand his son's behavior, among his heirs, only this second son was the most outstanding. Although the others were not like Grudin
Such waste, but they are just mediocre people.
"Let me think about it," the young man replied: "Father, you don't want those skeletons of Madara to take action, do you? They have this ability, but on the one hand, they are not of my race, Mr. Pallas, the honest knight.
I’m afraid I can’t control them either.”
"In other words, father, can you really trust them? That smiling Instar Dragon? I heard that that guy is just a knight in Madara——"
"Why not?" Count Jean Denel said in a deep voice. After that, he no longer looked at his son, but said to his confidant who was standing aside: "Draw up two letters for me -"
"Lord Earl?" The confidant raised his head.
"The first letter is written to the dark nobles of Madara, telling them that what they want is still in Fir City. If they still want to complete the deal with me, then they have to work hard." Count Jean Denel
He ordered in a cold voice.
"The second letter is for the messenger from the mountain people. Don't they want tax exemptions? Tell them that if they are willing to participate in this war, not only will I give them tax exemptions, but I will also provide food for the troops they send!"
