[Sylvania? I don’t even want that hellish place if it’s given to me. It’s absolutely impossible for Midden’s army to march into that land of death. Midden’s army also has to defend itself against the barbarians in the north and the forest.
Greenskins, I don’t have time to die with you.】
Boris Todd Bollinger.
[Your Excellency, you are right. Kislev and the Empire have always been brothers sharing weal and woe. As a province of the great Empire, Tarabek naturally has to stand with the Empire and its allies. Great.
The Ice and Snow Kingdom has blocked the Chaos Army for us, blocked the barbarians from the north for us, and blocked countless sufferings for us. Now, the Northern Kingdom needs support, and we should respond.]
[However, I must first ask for orders from the emperor and obey the emperor's orders. In this way, you go back first and convey my sincere respect to Lord Rhodes. Once I obtain the emperor's command, I will quickly organize a team in Talabek.
A large-scale expeditionary force participated in this war to exterminate vampires.】
Helmut Feuerbach.
Sitting in the bumpy carriage, Brandiotto was deep in thought, recalling his diplomatic experience in the empire in the past two weeks.
Those imperial senators, emperors, and local electors are all very cunning and cunning, and they have all sorts of tricks up their sleeves.
Some electors appear friendly and kind on the surface and speak impassioned diplomatic terms, but in their hearts they want to send you to a dungeon.
Some electors are straight-tempered and say whatever they think. Boris Todbringer is such a person. The gray-haired old man didn't even want to look at himself, and frankly stated his position.
The roundabout rhetoric saves time for both parties.
The emperor himself and Count Helmut of Tarabek were very tactful. They said the most "friendly" words, but actually did not take any action.
Thinking of this, Brandi Otto couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Today, he feels more and more that he made the right and wise decision to leave this conflict-ridden empire. In Kislev, he does not need to fight openly and secretly for these interests. The entire top management of Kislev is like a piece of solid ice.
, firmly united and solidified together, a group of people working together towards a goal.
He likes this kind of environment and doesn't care about the gains and losses of short-term interests. A group of people are fighting for a common ideal. This kind of atmosphere has never been felt in the empire before.
However, sometimes Brandiotto would think that he didn’t know how long this atmosphere could last. Maybe it wouldn’t be long before Kislev’s high-level and middle-level people began to corrupt and slowly become like the empire? This
It seems to be an inescapable pattern in human history.
If that day does come, I can only hope that it will come later.
Brandi Otto thought to himself.
The coachman's shout woke Brandiotto out of his reverie, and they had arrived at their next destination—Avelheim.
Ivyland, Marius Leitdorf is the next target.
Brandiotto recalled the instructions given by Lord Lord Rhodes when he left Kislev.
[The Ivey Territory is the key. If we can win the support of Marius, Kislev will have a strong ally in the vampire war. 】
But, will Marius support it?
Brandi Otto thought in his heart, the name of the Mad King was not chosen casually.
Moodiness is a hallmark of the Elector of Averland.
No one knows what he will do in the next second. He may be chatting and laughing with you one second, and kill you the next second. This mad king can do anything.
But Brandiotto firmly believed that no matter how crazy he was, Marius would not imprison him or kill him. At most, he would deport him, which would be considered an excessive act.
Climbing the stairs, Brandiotto walked towards the Mad King's residence.
Thinking of the significance of this mission, his legs trembled unconsciously. For a moment, Brandiotto thought of that Alves, that dwarf. If he were here, he would never be as weak as himself.
, afraid of hands and feet.
In all Brandi Otto's memories, the dwarf could handle almost all the tasks assigned to him by Rhodes perfectly. Clean, dirty, and difficult tasks could all be solved satisfactorily in the hands of that dwarf.
If it weren't for his height, this trip to the empire would have to be his.
Thinking of this, Brandiotto couldn't help but resent his own incompetence.
"Am I weaker than a dwarf?"
He pulled the corner of his clothes, took a deep breath, and strode into Marius Leitdorf's bedroom.
In the Elector's Palace in Aviheim, Marius Leitdorf was already sitting on the elector's throne, "waiting" for the Kislev envoy.
"Hello, guest from afar, His Excellency Brandi Otto, messenger from Kislev."
"Well, that's what you called yourself in your letter. Is your father Mrs. Altdorf?"
Marius turned sideways and asked the northern messenger in front of him in a strange tone.
Although he was very uncomfortable with such a posture, Brandiotto still stood up straight and answered Marius's question in a respectful tone.
"Yes, not only my father, but also my mother and myself are residents of Altdorf. I have lived in Altdorf since I was a child."
Brandiotto replied.
"Oh... Really... Then why did you run away to Kislev and hang out with that guy Rhodes?"
Brandiotto did not expect Marius to say such frivolous words at all.
This is not at all in line with his status as a lord and an elector. Rather, it seems like a question used among ruffians.
Faced with the "Crazy King" who didn't play by the rules, Brandiotto stabilized his mentality and answered with neither humility nor arrogance -
"It's just a coincidence. Lord Rhodes has the temperament and character of a perfect leader."
"snort……"
As soon as Brandiot finished speaking, he heard a contemptuous laugh from Marius on the throne.
"A perfect leader? Not necessarily, but they are all just mortals."
"Let's get back to the topic, Your Majesty the Messenger, tell me, what benefits does Rhodes intend to give me?"
"Why does he think I will help him?"
"So far, the emperor has not given any clear reply."
Marius's turn of conversation made Brandiotto feel uncomfortable again.
He is always so maverick, and his questions are sharp and harsh, leaving no room for error. His conversations are not in accordance with diplomatic etiquette, or even inconsistent with his status.
The only thing is that Marius, like other imperial electors, is arrogant. It seems that in their eyes, Kislev is still a barbarian land. On the surface, they admit that Kislev is a civilized place, but in their hearts, Kislev is still a barbarian place.
The Sris are at most a little better than the Norscan barbarians in the north...