At 4:30 in the afternoon, in the officers' mess of the Bordeaux galleon "Manann's Wrath", Lane gave Fedmund instructions: "We are not giving these gifts to him for free. Wait until we capture those
Rogue Knight, if we catch the mastermind behind the scenes, if there is really evidence that it was the Estalians who instigated it, we can go directly to Magritte’s Mirmedia Temple with weapons in hand to find Archbishop Giovanni or Luo
Lord Renzo, please give me an explanation!"
Isabella Giovanni, Archbishop of Mirmedia, the most powerful person in Estalia, a woman.
Lorenzo Marco, leader of the Knights of the Flying Eagle.
Both of these people have unparalleled political energy in Estalia. Even the most powerful Duke Magritte, Rubio Sunwatcher, dare not mess with them. After all, more than half of the entire Estalia population
The army is all followers of Myrmidia.
Fedmund frowned and remained silent. The face of the new Holy Grail Knight changed, and no one knew the reason.
Orica sneered. On the one hand, the dark elf laughed at humans for using such troublesome methods to get back their things. On the other hand, they felt that the legitimate son of Duke Bordero in front of them only had this little IQ.
It's really unreasonable.
For the dark elves, they have to live in endless blood, killing and conspiracy since they grow up. Even if they become adults, they cannot slack off for even a moment. The same is true for Orica. She has always tasted the eternal struggle.
Spending her life in murder and conspiracy until she became Lane's maid...
The master is still the most handsome and powerful! The dark elf thought happily.
Ryan somewhat understood why Bo Derek asked him to take care of his son.
As a Knight of the Holy Grail, Fedmund's bravery and virtue are qualified.
But as a duke heir, Fedmund's political skills and political sensitivity were unqualified. After the long Holy Grail Crusade, Fedmund became fond of using force and invoking the virtues of chivalry to solve problems.
Duke Bodrick was not satisfied with this, and the awkward part was precisely here. Duke Bodrick was not a Knight of the Holy Grail, and he was sometimes not very good at dictating Fedmund's words and deeds.
So I'm here to help you take care of your son, right? Ryan thought in his mind.
Forget it, there are still many benefits to bringing the future heir to the Duke. Ryan needs such a strong connection. François is, and Fedmund will be in the future, and the conditions given by Duke Bodrick are indeed good.
.
"This is not what I imagined. I thought we could start the investigation immediately after arriving at Bilibali, but now it seems that it is not that simple." Fedmund could refute Bo Derek's guidance to him, because he
My father is not a Holy Grail Knight, but the man in front of me is not only the Holy Grail Knight Commander, but also the God-chosen champion of the Fairy of the Lake.
"This is the mortal world, a human kingdom. We are the people of order. We have always ruled our territory through faith and law. Similarly, since we want to board Estalia, we must communicate with the local people.
To deal with nobles." Ryan took a sip of imperial stout and continued: "People have social nature. We cannot play aggression under the guise of looking for rogue knights. Then what is the difference between us and the Norscans who believe in chaos?
?”
"But... we don't have many clues at the moment." Fedmund finally reluctantly accepted Ryan's opinion, but due to the theft of the family heirloom and the hatred of having his ancestral grave dug up, he was only temporarily calm.
Just stopped: "If too much time is wasted, I'm worried that those rogue knights will move the Poseidon Trident away."
"How did you determine that the rogue knights were in the Principality of Bilibali?" Ryan then asked.
Fedmund began to tell the whole story.
After the tomb was stolen, Duke Bodrick's first reaction was that the vampire army in Mousilon in the north wanted to steal the Trident of Poseidon. Therefore, he sent troops to guard various ports and the Mousilon epidemic prevention zone to inspect travelers and
Passers-by did not find the Poseidon Trident.
Just when Duke Boderick was at his wits' end, Poseidon Mannann entrusted him with a dream, saying that the person who stole Poseidon's Trident was heading south. Duke Bordeaux immediately led the Poseidon knights southward, and finally caught him in Belion.
Got a... serf.
The serf took the initiative to find Duke Bodrick and wanted to flatter him. He told him about the rogue knight and asked for a reward. The Duke, who had no time to quarrel with the serf, tortured the serf on the spot. The serf was beaten until he was dying.
After forcibly prying the mouth open, it turned out that this group of rogue knights had planned something beforehand. They took advantage of the chaotic political situation in Belion and stationed themselves here. The serf happened to overhear their conversation when he went hunting in the mountains.
Several Estalians paid a lot of money to hire this group of rogue knights to steal the Trident of Poseidon, and agreed that the two parties would deliver it in the forest near the Principality of Bilibali.
This is what happened. The serf didn't know anything else, and some time had passed since the incident. The rogue knights must have been close to arriving at Bilibali to prepare the delivery.
"I see, so we have to take back the Poseidon Trident from those rogue knights before they deliver it?" Veronica also felt the difficulty of the problem. This kind of military operations in other countries always requires
Be very careful, one bad move will face the siege of the entire country.
"What if we arrive at Bilibali and find that the Trident of Poseidon has been traded by rogue knights to the Estalians behind the scenes?" Templar Alfred raised his own question.
"Then we must also take back the ancestral artifact of our Duke Bordeaux's family." Fedmund's attitude towards this was concise and concise.
"It shouldn't be that easy to deliver." In this regard, Ryan raised objections. He shook his head: "If those Estalia people really intend to hide behind the scenes, then the delivery must be very cautious, and
In terms of the chaos in Estalia... In short, let's wait until we arrive in Bilibali to see the situation. Fedmund, besides these, is there any other news?"
"No more." Fedmund shook his head.
"Well..." Ryan picked up the information on the table.
The Principality of Bilibali is mainly composed of three forces, namely Duke Silva of Bilibali, the merchant alliance of Estalia, and the branch of the Knights of the Sun mentioned above.
Duke Silva of Bilibali controls part of the army and navy of the principality. This principality is located in the north of Estalia and controls part of the coast. The land here is very desolate and the cliffs are towering, so the main income relies on maritime trade.
, as the Duke of Bilibali, Silva has a powerful fleet to protect public security.
In addition, the merchant alliance of Estalia also has a place here. In the freer southern country, because they are far away from the threat of chaos and green skins, people want to be more free and disorderly, so the merchants are like
Marienburg also achieved a certain status.
Then there is the Empire's branch of the Knights of the Sun. This group of knights from the Empire has less than sixty people in total, but no one dares to underestimate them because they have a powerful country behind them.
"Karl Franz is probably the leader who is best at using diplomatic means." Ryan pointed at the map with his finger, and the Earl smiled: "It is precisely because of him that Estalia has always lacked a strong army.
, because in Estalia, all the troops are eager to join the empire and serve the emperor. Compared with the divided Estalia,
A large and powerful empire is obviously more attractive to the people here. The glitz and power of the empire are so eye-catching that a large number of high-quality people flow to the empire every year to serve Emperor Karl-Franz. This is what Emperor Karl established.
The 'Imperial Court' diplomacy is mainly aimed at the southern countries, and the empire can gain a large number of people every year."
"Duke Bilibali is a mercenary and cruel monarch. He only cares about his port and does not care about the beastman tribe that is raging in the southern forest. The merchant alliance is blind to money. They will only seek more wealth and development.
new routes, and at their instigation
Next, the Estalians have had many sea rights disputes and border frictions with us. These people will only hinder our investigation!" Fedmund frowned: "The last one is the Empire's Knights of the Sun branch.
, there are too few of them, I can’t think of what they can do to help us.”
"Don't think about it that way, Fedmund." Ryan shook his head, and he first placed his finger on the port of the Principality of Bilibali.
"As you said, Duke Silva of Bilibali is a tyrant. This may be a disaster for the people in the territory, but for us, this is something we can only hope for."
"Can't you ask for it?" Fedmund was a little confused.
"People have their own demands. Since Silva, Duke of Bilibali, can ignore the beastman tribe in the southern forest, then as long as we find out his hobbies, he can also ignore our investigation.
Even sending troops to fight in the country without paying attention, isn't this good news for us?" Ryan said slowly.
"Yes, it is indeed true." Fedmund nodded repeatedly.
"As for the merchant alliance, we don't have to worry about them making things difficult for us. On the contrary, this group of merchants will receive us as VIPs," Ryan continued.
"But this group of merchants always encourage the nobles of Estalia to go to war with us in Britannia..." Fedmund seemed to have caught something vaguely.
"Yes, this is a businessman. The identity of a businessman is destined for this group of people to follow the flow of interests. They abide by the basic order, but crave enough chaos." Ryan continued: "Instigating war is not that they really want a full-scale war.
Businessmen just want to create chaos, and creating chaos means price fluctuations, and businessmen can make a profit, but as long as we make a gesture, that is, if we can’t find the sea
God's Trident, we will lift the table and cut off the trade routes. What do these merchants have to challenge us? Their escorts? Mercenaries? Are you so unsure of your own skills and the Poseidon fleet behind us? Fedmund
?Businessmen will not go that far. They will make money by being friendly. They are weaker than we thought. If the situation really gets tense to a certain level, they will definitely stand up and help us."
"So that's it! I understand!" Fedmund breathed a sigh of relief. After listening to Ryan's series of analyses, the Duke's eldest son had already made up his mind: "What about those Knights of the Sun?"
"The Knights of the Sun will be our allies. We must know how to use this group of people." Ryan moved his finger along the trade route from Estalia to the Empire, all the way to Tara, the headquarters of the Knights of the Sun.
Behem: "The Empire and Britannia have a centuries-old alliance. We have been fighting side by side in the face of many enemies. The Knights of the Sun also value chivalry. In addition, I have signed many alliances with the Empire.
and cooperation terms, communicating with them should not be a problem.”
"The Knights of the Sun have operated the trade routes between the Empire and Estalia for five hundred years. They have strong influence and recruitment channels in Estalia, and they have peripheral personnel on all major roads.
Even a small fortress, if I am not wrong in my estimation, looking for the whereabouts of the rogue knights, maybe this group of Sun Knights can provide us with more clues."
After talking, it was already six o'clock in the evening, and the chefs served a feast of bread, cheese, bacon and fresh fish, accompanied by Bordello wine.
"Sir Lane, I really admire your wisdom!" Fedmund calmed down a lot after Lane's series of analyses. He took the initiative to fill Lane's wine glass with red wine: "This time, you and I
Together, we will be able to recapture the Poseidon Trident!"
"These are not the people I'm worried about now." Ryan still frowned: "Compatriots in the human race still abide by some rules, but what I'm really worried about is...according to intelligence, a tribe of beastmen has been raging in Estalia recently.
Many villages were destroyed."
"There will be a solution, Ryan. It's useless for you to think so much now." Veronica patted Ryan's hand: "Our Garland Council has an office in Magritte, and Ms. Melissa will help.
We're here to help."
"I remember Ms. Speaker Margarita was born in Estalia?" Ryan suddenly remembered something.
"Magritte, Margarita, my dear, don't you understand?" Veronica smiled sweetly: "When you hear this name, you will know that she should be from Estalia."
"I've never cared much about this kind of problem..." Ryan complained: "Among other things, Nord is called Ryan, Britannia is called Leon, and Estalia is called Leo, but these three
The words all mean lion. Could it be that those who are called lions are from the same country?"
"They're all human beings," Alfred concluded the dinner.
"Hahahaha~"
After dinner, Ryan and others returned to the cabin. Alfred said goodbye to them: "Well... good friends, I'm going down."
"Wish you a good night, Alfred." Ryan also said goodbye to Alfred, and then he opened the door to the room. The Earl himself fell on the sofa with some boredom, and the dark elf made black tea for him: "Master
, tea please.”
"And Ms. Veronica."
"Thank you." Veronica kicked off her high heels and sat on the bed naturally. Witch of Gloria sarcastically said, "You are really here to raise Duke Bodrick's son."
"Why not?" Ryan motioned for Orika to come over and let him hold her. The dark elf maid took off her shoes and got into Ryan's arms obediently.
"That old nephew of yours still needs to be trained~ He is over 50 years old, but he still looks so immature for these things." Veronica rubbed her waist, she always spoke directly in front of Ryan.
"Old nephew... hahaha~" Ryan couldn't help but laugh after hearing Veronica's words. What the hell is an old nephew? Fedmund is already in his fifties, and he is only in his early thirties.
"By the way, Olika, Veronica, have you agreed on who will sleep on the sofa tonight?" Ryan hugged Olika's soft and delicate body and smiled maliciously.
"No one is sleeping on the sofa at night, Master." The dark elf's answer was thought-provoking.