"So, we will work together to eradicate this threat. We cannot not face it just because it is difficult to solve. If we don't face it now, we will face it in the future. Sylvania is not a filthy place full of dark clouds, it is a place of death.
Spiritual magic has polluted it. The land will be corrupted, and the people will be corrupted. They were once one of us, and now, many humans there have become blood slaves. Just like livestock in a stable,
Provide vampires with fresh blood on a regular basis."
"Grand Commander, I believe you are also a person with a righteous heart. How can we watch such a bloody and cruel thing happening at our doorstep? How is this different from hell?"
"Okay, I will inform the chanter of your thoughts when I go back. However, High Lord, this is a big deal, so you must be cautious. Not only for Kislev, but also for the empire."
The pastor nodded and whispered.
His face looked a little heavy. Obviously, in the pastor's heart, the Land of the Dead had left a deep shadow on him. The church lost five experienced witch hunters in a short period of time. Maybe the grand leader himself
, also visited Sylvania.
When talking about the city of the dead, the Sigma priest who should have firm faith could not hide the look of fear on his face.
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After seeing off the Sigma Church envoy, Rhodes immediately sent an envoy to Altdorf, the capital of the empire, to ask for help from Emperor Louis Bode.
Two days later, Horstar Katfar Brandiotto, a member of the Kislev Supreme Council and a member of the Ice King's Cabinet, embarked on the journey to Altdorf, the capital of the empire, with a letter written by Rhodes.
For Brandi Otto, the city of Altdorf is more familiar than the city of Kislev. He grew up there, studied there, inherited the family business there, and wasted the first half of his life there.
In Altdorf, he has a familiar network of contacts. He knows the city as well as his wife. He remembers every street, every famous tavern and brothel.
He spent his youth and most of his middle age in those light or dark places. His footsteps traveled to noble auditoriums and dirty underground taverns.
Brandiotto knows how to obtain intelligence information in this largest city in the Old World. Whether it is the upper class or the lower class civilians, there are people he knows well. He knows how to use bribery, coercion, inducement and other means to gain access to intelligence in this country.
work.
Looking back on those years, Brandiotto couldn't help but be filled with emotion. That city once carried his dreams and ideals. However, after decades of struggling, the cruel reality told him that there was no strong family power.
No matter how good ordinary people are, no matter how hard they work, no matter how lofty their ideals are, they are just dreams.
Passing through the Gulf of Kislev and the Sea of Claws, advancing along the northern coastline, and then going south along the Reik River, Horstar Katfar Brandiot arrived in Al, the capital of the empire, in just one week.
Dolf.
This city is extremely familiar to him and yet extremely unfamiliar to him.
What is familiar is its past, what is unfamiliar is its present. In just seven years, Brandiotto has developed an unreal feeling towards this city. It is as if everything yesterday was just a big dream. And his
It seems that life has truly had meaning and has been truly lived since the day I followed Rhodes to Kislev.
The river lapped against the side of the ship. On both sides, there were densely packed boats docked at the pier. On the shore, there was an endless stream of pedestrians. As before, Altdorf Port was busy and noisy. Coolies, prostitutes, traders, sailors, child laborers... all kinds of people.
people gathered here.
In the distance, the golden dome of the Cathedral of Sigmar was getting closer. Brandiotto knew that he was not far from his destination. The Royal Palace was opposite the cathedral. There was the center of power of the empire. That building symbolized civilization.
The giant building of order is also the highest palace that countless imperial dignitaries long to enter.
But at this moment, Brandiotto turned his nose up at it. In the eyes of this former nobleman of the empire, the palace and the church were no longer sacred. They were wrapped in power and wealth, exuding a strong aura from the inside out.
The stench is as if this country is deteriorating day by day in decay.
"Are you Mr. Brandi Otto?"
On the shore, a handsome-looking officer stopped Brandiotto.
To be precise, it is a welcome.
Behind the officer was a whole royal guard of honor.
There were flowers and carpets, but the person who greeted them didn't seem right...
"I learned in the letter that Emperor Louis Bode asked Prince Karl Franz to come and lead me. But where is the other prince? Why didn't I see him in person?"
Brandi Otto was a little depressed. It wasn't because the reception was wrong, but because the royal family that was supposed to appear here was replaced by a little-known officer...at least someone Brandi Otto didn't know.
"Um...Prince Karl Franz is unwell. Please let me receive you on his behalf, my lord."
"I am his personal bodyguard Olade."
As he said that, the officer stretched out his delicate hands to shake hands with Brandi Otto.
Looking at those delicate hands, Brandiotto couldn't help but sigh, when did the Royal Guards become a hotbed of corruption? The hands of a warrior that should have been covered with calluses, at this moment, were replaced by the slender hands of a pink young man.
Little Hands. How can such people protect their emperor and prince in danger? However, after taking another look, the group of soldiers in the honor guard behind the young officer were all very presentable. After all, only officers need to be bribed to come in...
"Hello. Let's go."
Not wanting to talk nonsense, Orlandioto asked the captain of the guard to lead him the way to meet Emperor Louis Bode himself. He came here because he had important things to do. He was not here to reminisce, nor was he here to have fun.
"Sir, His Majesty the Emperor is busy today and cannot meet with you. You need to wait until tomorrow. I will take you to a hotel to rest first. After a long journey, we have arranged for you the most upscale hotel in the city."
The captain of the guard said politely.
Brandiotto's face turned green. He should have guessed that it would not be that easy. This errand was not a profitable thing for the empire or the emperor himself. Naturally, he could delay it as long as he could.
Or maybe he would wait until the envoy got bored and leave on his own, saving him the chance to meet. Brandiotto had even guessed the emperor's mentality at the moment. Maybe Louis Bode was in the palace right now, playing chess leisurely.
I just don't want to receive the envoys from this neighboring country.
Thinking of this, Brandituo couldn't help but sigh deeply. He remembered that it was so difficult to do things in the empire. From the emperor himself to the local officials, it was like this... If Rhodes hadn't insisted on asking,
Brandito'o really didn't want to come on this errand.
Of course, the trip to Altdorf is not the main thing. Brandituo remembered that before departure, Rhodes told him what kind of embarrassing situations he would encounter in Altdorf, so that he should be mentally prepared. However, when he faced it in person
At the same time, I was still very angry.
And that little prince... The prince of a country who is so majestic, can't even fulfill his contract on time... This makes Brandi Tuo feel even more depressed...