Alice made a promise in front of the king that she would risk her life to counter Reggie Victor's witchcraft until she dealt a fatal blow to Reggie Victor. If she could not succeed, she would be willing to pay her own life for it.
Accustomed to hearing the same nonsense from ministers, Alice's all-or-nothing promise shocked Charlemagne. Although she was a woman, her courage was enough to put the men in the room to shame.
Charlemagne also gave his promise. He handed the musket to Alice and expressed his willingness to provide all support for Alice.
Conrad smiled, his goal was achieved, and taking this opportunity, he made another suggestion to Charlemagne, that someone must be found to take over General Andrew's duties.
As soon as he heard this, Spindu almost jumped out of his chair. He had been planning this for a long time. He had recommended his son to Charlemagne a long time ago. At this time, he must not let Conrad, an old man,
The guy picked the fruit.
"Chief Maester, I feel that this matter does not fall within the scope of the agenda of this meeting."
"But our army is in desperate need of a commander."
"No matter how urgent it is, we should put this matter in the next meeting..."
Spindu swallowed his voice immediately. He knew that he had said the wrong thing, and the mistake was very serious.
Now Charlemagne didn't want to hear the words "next meeting". He had the urge to beat Spindu again at any time.
Spindu did not dare to say anything anymore. Charlemagne looked at Conrad with a smile: "Chief Bachelor, do you have a suitable candidate to recommend?"
"My nephew Narses has served in the army for ten years. I think he has the ability to serve as a commander."
"Narses is only twenty-four years old," Spindu shouted. "He is not qualified to be a commander at all. He needs more experience! I think Ivan Dona is the best person to be a commander."
Candidate."
Ivan Dona is the son of Spindu. He is twenty-eight years old this year, only four years older than Narses. This age advantage is worthless in the eyes of Conrad. He dared to recommend him at the meeting.
Nephew, proved that he is ready for a verbal battle with Spindu.
"Ivan Dona is also a good young man. He is indeed older than Narses, but in my memory, Ivan joined the army when he was twenty-two years old, which means that he only stayed in the army.
He has been in the army for six years, and Nal joined the army at the age of fourteen. He has been in the army for ten full years."
"You cannot judge a general's ability purely based on time. Ivan has won many military exploits in the army. He captured a rebel general in the first year he joined the army."
"That general was not captured by him personally. Ivan directly served as an officer after joining the army. A total of twenty-six officers participated in that battle, and he was just one of them," Conrad said with a smile.
"Narses grew from a soldier to a general step by step, and he captured countless heads."
Damn, this old guy's memory is really good.
It was obviously unwise to argue with him under such circumstances. He wanted to put the matter aside for the time being, but he did not dare to speak easily because he might get beaten again if he said the wrong thing.
He took a look at Charlemagne's face first, and this time he felt that the situation might not be as bad as he thought.
His judgment was very accurate. Charlemagne wanted to end this embarrassing topic. Two ministers with the highest status were shamelessly competing for the command of the army for their relatives at the meeting. This seemed absurd and even shameless.
He glanced at Spindu. When Spindu was sure that he would not be beaten again, he stood up and said: "Ministers, this meeting has achieved the results it deserves. The meeting cannot continue endlessly.
Go ahead and leave other issues for discussion at the next meeting.”
Conrad looked at Spindu with a smile. He had no random thoughts or plans to win with one blow. He was ready for a protracted battle.
As for Alice, she became Conrad's bargaining chip. Conrad didn't believe in her witchcraft, but he didn't believe it completely. Conrad's only purpose was to have more say.
If Alice's witchcraft works and she uses witchcraft to completely defeat Reggie Victor, this is the most ideal result. Conrad will have the capital to dominate the war.
Even if Alice fails, it doesn't matter. Conrad will cause an accident and let Alice die in the process of performing witchcraft. This means that she died on the battlefield of witchcraft. Although her skills are not as good as others, she can
She is still a loyal warrior. It is naturally not a fault to recommend a loyal warrior to the king, and Alice's failure will not cause any substantial loss to Charlemagne.
As for the conspiracies and lies hidden behind it, they will disappear with the death of Alice. Every step forward and backward is considered to be watertight. This is Conrad's wisdom.
Charlemagne's meeting is over, but Reggie's decision has just begun.
Anthony's charges have been proven, and Modesa has led troops to surround his residence. At this time, Anthony is holding a white phosphorus bomb and preparing to commit suicide.
There was a serial number on the bomb. He had stolen this bomb from the warehouse of the First Army. Jiawen was still in Hanmaple Fortress, and the soldiers left behind were unduly lax in their management of weapons.
"Let me do it," Modesa picked up the musket and said, "I can kill him before he lights the bomb. Look how long the fuse is. It will take at least a minute to completely burn it out.
Very abundant.”
"Don't be so impatient," Reggie stopped Modesa, "I'm worried that he will light the fuse from the root, which is very dangerous."
"He doesn't have that ability," Modesa shook his head and said, "You see his hands are shaking all the time. He doesn't want to die, at least he doesn't have the courage to die yet."
Reggie was still hesitating, but Chris pulled him aside: "I really don't understand your thoughts. You took one look at the soldier and suspected that he was a spy. But the real spy is right in front of you, but you can't do it."
Hand, what's the point? Is it your discrimination against slaves?"
"I never discriminate against anyone."
"Stop saying such silly things. You prefer the old residents of Broken Snow City."
"Yes," Reggie sighed, "but he is not only an old resident, he is also one of the first officials I selected. Is my method wrong?"
"Your method is not wrong. You are selecting gold from the sand." Chris grabbed a handful of sand on the ground. "There may be one grain of gold in ten thousand grains of sand. You have found a lot of gold from the sand pile.
Isn’t this gold allowed to be mixed with a grain of sand?”
"The truth is right, but it's too hard to pronounce." Reggie smiled bitterly.
"Then let me tell you something that is not so confusing. Every year, the Lion Country selects hundreds of officials. These officials are all sand. Occasionally there are one or two grains of gold, but they will turn into sand in a few years. If my father is like
You blame yourself for this too, there is no way he would have lived to such an old age."
"Anthony is not sand. He could have become gold. I used the wrong method..."
"Stop Holy Mother, you are really disgusting!" Chris said with contempt, "You have no idea how evil human nature is."
Reggie raised his head and looked at Chris, expecting another answer: "Is there no other way?"
"What can be done? He committed a serious crime of collaborating with the enemy. Let Modeza shoot him. This is the most honorable way for him to die."
Reggie shook his head and said: "According to Suixue's law, as long as he accepts trial and confesses everything he knows, he doesn't have to die."
"I have read the law you wrote. The best result is forty years of hard labor. When he is released from prison, he will be sixty years old. What is the meaning of such a life? It is better to be free at this time.
Already."
Reggie was silent, and Chris pointed to Anthony's residence: "Did you see it? This is the most prosperous place in Broken Snow City. It's hard to tell whether there are still residents who have been evacuated. If Anthony lit a bomb, you know
What will be the consequences? Don’t forget that your white ghost is poisonous, and the entire Broken Snow City will be affected."
"Give me a moment, just a moment," Reggie walked towards Anthony's house, and Chris gasped: "Are you crazy? What do you want to do? Don't forget that he is a spy, and he will definitely die with you.
Good choice.”
"I'll bring my musket, I won't give him that chance."
Reggie walked into Anthony's house. Anthony looked up at Reggie. His breathing was very short, as if he might faint at any time.
He was scared, but also calm.
Reggie sat opposite him, and the two of them sat in silence for a long time. Anthony spoke first: "He gave me a title. I really want that title. I really want it.
I really... I, I don't dare to betray you, I told the soldier, no, don't stay, leave the bullets... I just want a title..." Anthony was shaking so hard that he couldn't speak coherently.
Finish a sentence.
"I know, I really know, I'm sorry, this is not what I can give you." Reggie looked at Anthony calmly. I'm afraid Modesa made a mistake this time. Anthony is not as cowardly or as weak as he thought.
Panicked, he held a candle in his hand and stared at the root of the fuse. If Modessa really rushed in, he could light the bomb before Modessa fired.
But he didn't want to do that. The reason why he was shaking was not because of fear, but because of guilt for Reggie.
"I really, really want to see you again. You, you gave me a lot. I really, really regret it," Anthony hugged the bomb tightly and looked at Reggie and said, "I, I'm just a poor man.
Boy, you, you gave me a lot, but, I really, really want a title, so, that’s different.”
"I understand. Put down the bomb and come with me. Everything is over."
"I wrote everything I know on those pieces of paper." Anthony looked at the parchment on the table. "It's Spindu, Prime Minister. You recognize him. He promised to give me,
The titles, everything, are all written down on the paper."
"Well done, good boy," Reggie stretched out a hand, "Put down the bomb and come with me. It's okay. It's all over."
"I, my mother doesn't know, she, she is the only relative..." Anthony took a hard breath, which finally allowed him to say a complete sentence, "Let me leave peacefully, don't let me
She knows."
"She won't know, come with me."
"Sir, I want to leave peacefully." Anthony looked at the musket in Reggie's hand, and Reggie understood what he meant.
"You don't have to do this, I have other ways," Reggie stared closely into Anthony's eyes, "You can also help me. You can spread more false news to the enemy so that they can be fooled again and again.
I'll kill all those damn enemies."
"Yes, kill them all!" Anthony smiled, his breathing became much calmer, "Sir, I am willing to do anything for you."
"Can you give me the bomb first?"
"Of course, my lord," Anthony put the bomb in front of Reggie and smiled, "Sir, can you give me the musket? I have only used the musket once, and it was taught to me by the Knight Gusta.
That feeling is really good.”
Reggie sighed and said, "I told you, you really don't have to do this."
"I can do nothing, my lord," Anthony laughed, "I just want to touch this thing again, just once."
Reggie handed the musket to Anthony. Chris, who was standing outside the window, saw this scene and immediately asked Modesa to prepare for shooting: "This is really crazy, how can you give him the musket!"
Anthony carefully stroked the body of the gun and whispered: "Maybe I shouldn't be a foreign affairs officer, I should be a soldier. I like muskets very much."
"Maybe you will have another chance in the future."
"Sir, can you please leave me alone for a while? Just for a while."
Reggie bit his lip and said, "Don't do stupid things, okay?"
"No, I just want to be alone for a while," Anthony pointed at the bomb, "Please take this thing away, it is too dangerous."
Reggie picked up the bomb, turned around and walked to the door. He heard Anthony's last words.
"Goodbye, Lord.
As soon as he finished speaking, Reggie heard a gunshot.