Three o 'clock in the afternoon.
"What's wrong?" In the study room, Thales put down the quill he was using to copy the modern alphabet. He waved his hand impatiently and looked at Gilbert, who had been staring at him for an hour.
"Forgive me for being presumptuous, Sir Thales." Gilbert chuckled softly. "If you did not become a wealthy merchant, you might have been a natural-born diplomat."
'If I had known earlier, I would not have told him. I would have only told him that I played hide-and-seek with that little girl in the room for half an hour.' Thales thought gloomily and crossed out the crooked'S 'on his pen.
Thales was very displeased. There was no other reason. After the negotiation with Serena, Thales thought of the archduchess' flexible and fickle face when she was between coldness and passion. He felt that something was not right.
Hence, just now, Thales had asked Gilbert to analyze the situation for him.
To put it simply, Thales had been set up.
It might seem like Serena had given in on the issue of blood, but this was Mindis Hall. Be it Gilbert, Yodel, Jines, or even his unreliable father, His Majesty, none of them would watch as half a pint of blood was drained from him in a day.
In other words, one eighth of a pint every month was definitely within the other party's expectations!
So, Serena did not give in at all in exchange for an ambiguous promise from Thales!
'Help her take back the throne?'
Thales realized to his chagrin that he was the loser of this negotiation.
"Merchant, diplomat … Why do I feel like you are secretly laughing at me?" Thales lowered his head and flipped to another page of Cahill Yellowhammer's Poetry Collection that Gilbert had given him. He copied the sentences on it and identified the words and their usage.
The night was about to break, the sky was not yet bright, the holy sun shone brightly in the nine earths.
The land was about to collapse, the sea was about to overturn, the evil spirits hid the vault of heaven.
Thales copied down this poem that had Dongfang Manye's style. He pursed his lips and tried hard to understand the meaning behind it.
Originally, Gilbert was especially worried that Thales did not have a strong foundation in culture, so he specially came up with a huge plan to cram up on the written language. After all, it was very normal for a gangster who was born on the streets to not know any other words other than his own name and the numbers on coins.
However, ever since he transmigrated, Thales had been paying attention to the words around him. Coupled with the fact that he was fluent in the language and his brain, which seemed to have expanded its memory at some point in time, he only spent slightly more than an hour to master the basic recognition and writing of letters. Then, he could easily enter the stage of spelling words and copying long sentences.
Their speed was so fast that even Gilbert gasped in admiration. He could only attribute it to the Jadestar Royal Family's outstanding bloodline once again.
Thales' reaction to this was to roll his eyes.
"No, your response was very good." Gilbert walked to his side and watched as Thales copied down the complete long poem. "I asked someone to look up information and information about Night Kingdom. Compared to her sister, who has superb skills, Serena Corleone may not be famous, but she does indeed have the blood of the Night Wing King. She appeared before the Third Peninsular War, and her age is likely to be more than four hundred years old.
"Even though she is living under someone else's roof and is in dire straits, she still sent Istrone to take the initiative to force you to make a choice between the loyalty of a subordinate and the strength of an alliance. She shakes your reputation, and at the same time, she tried her best to remind you of the fact that you have yet to become the heir to deal a blow to your confidence and confidence. These two incidents show the cunning and shrewdness of an archduchess of the Blood Clan who has been around for many years, or the shrewdness of that supreme class butler.
"Fortunately, you did not let her have her way with this. Instead, you forced her to act shamelessly to obtain a bargaining chip."
'As expected of an old witch.' Thales spat in his heart and continued to copy down the poem.
'The gods descended, Hell's River surged, the land changed, the color of blood spread, the endless army, the snowy mountains collapsed.
'The hero raised the flag, the king raised the spear, the empire fell, the world lost its light, the people were in a state of desolation.
'What the hell is he writing?' Thales furrowed his brows as he read the descriptive sentence. He replied absent-mindedly, "Then, you just watched as I was bullied by them?"
Gilbert did not say anything. He only stared at Thales quietly.
'Wait.'
Thales' hand, which was holding the pen, suddenly froze, as if he had thought of something.
His high-powered brain began to automatically collect every single factor and put them together into a paragraph.
'His identity.
'Serena's identity.
'The promise to take back the throne.
'Their alliance.
'The indifferent Gilbert.
'And Serena's words: I will also work hard to help you become the heir and ascend the throne!'
"Gilbert." Thales tilted his brows and opened his mouth wide. He stared at the former Foreign Affairs Minister in disbelief. "It's you?"
The former Foreign Affairs Minister grinned slightly. His mustache curled into an elegant arc.
"By the way, I still remember." Thales exhaled and came to a realization. "Last night, you were the one who told them about my identity!"
"You're not angry at the other party's arrogant and haughty attitude, nor are you ashamed of being looked down upon because of my status." Thales propped himself up in front of the desk. His gaze was suspicious. "This is a strategy you've planned all along!"
Gilbert did not comment. He only shrugged mischievously, which was rare for him.
This made Thales immediately certain.
'This is indeed Gilbert's plan!
'F * ck!'
"You deliberately revealed my identity because you guessed that they would probably see this opportunity and take the initiative to negotiate with the heir of the kingdom, who is still in dire straits, to strengthen or strengthen the alliance in exchange for my promise after I succeed the throne. It might take a long time, but they are, after all, immortal Blood Clansmen. They can afford to wait!"
'Damn it!' Thales cursed Serena in his heart. 'That old witch. She obviously had a plan in mind, but she still pretended to be in a hurry to recover her strength and to fight her way back to the Eastern Peninsula tomorrow!
'Damn old woman! Damn witch! ' Thales thought hatefully.
"I believe that you must have a reason for doing this?" Thales let go of his emotions and furrowed his brows.
In his line of sight, Gilbert lifted his hat and bowed.
"We and the Corleones do not trust each other and are suspicious of each other. Yet, we live under the same roof in the name of cooperation. Even though this is our territory, this is too dangerous.
"As for blood? Safety? " Gilbert sneered and said faintly, "I have never dared to believe that we can ensure the stability of our cooperation with these unreliable things. We and the Corleones can turn against each other at any time and endanger ourselves.
"But it is different now. You becoming the heir and her taking back the throne are tied together. In order to get your help, she must first help you.
"It may seem like an accident, but you used the promise of being the king in the future to obtain an even more stable assistance at present." Gilbert smiled mysteriously. "Using benefits to gain allies is the essence of politics."
"As for what you said about watching you being bullied by them?
"It is naturally my duty to share your worries.
However, to me, grooming you into a qualified heir and to protect you from any form of harm are equally important. " Gilbert smiled and said, "Serena Corleones is just a foreign politician who has fallen from grace, while you are the future of Constellation. I think this can be considered a small test."
'Small test?' Thales lowered his head and rolled his eyes again.
"Since you have such thoughts, why don't you just look for them and propose an alliance?" Thales, who was unwilling, replied stiffly.
"My young Sir." Gilbert blinked. "Diplomatic negotiations are like a duel of swords. Even though the party who strikes first has the upper hand …
"… it also reveals its own footsteps and tracks. Nothing could be better for us if they propose an alliance."
'I'll just quietly watch you act cool,' the prince thought indignantly as he shook his head.
Thales mumbled in annoyance, "They even scheme against their own people. What terrible diplomats and politicians."
"Alright." Gilbert only narrowed his eyes and lowered his head with a smile. He looked at his pocket watch and said, "You have been copying these poems with unknown meanings for so long. I think you must be tired."
Thales put down the pen in his hand.
"Let's rest for a while. Since we are talking about politics and diplomacy, let's take this opportunity to have a little history lesson, "Gilbert said with a smile.
"Sometimes, forming an alliance is not just about visible benefits." Gilbert sat on the expensive sofa and tipped his hat.
"There is also an urgent crisis.
And a common belief. "
Thales put down his pen and began to listen to Gilbert's words seriously.
"This is also about how a group of humans and forces of other races who do not trust each other and are in a state of disunity can become the most loyal allies." Gilbert's eyes shone with a bright light.
Thales suddenly felt that Gilbert had become a little serious.
"This is the story of the war six hundred years ago described in 'Cahill's Fallen Leaves Poetry Collection'."
However, Count Caso's next sentence shocked Thales so much that his eyes widened.
"That cruel, dark, bloody, terrifying, world-shattering epic war.
"The Battle of Eradication."
In the deep and dark secret chamber, an old and hoarse voice traveled faintly.
"So, there is movement from the rich and distinguished families?"
"Yes, my dear teacher." A cynical and lazy voice rose. "They are at least supra class elites. There are also quite a number of supreme class elites who set off from various strange places and gathered around the various counties in the north. They all have one thing in common. When investigated, they are not related to the nobles or suzerains at all."
"Can you get an exact date?" the old voice asked indifferently.
"I am afraid it will be very difficult," the relaxed and cheerful voice answered, "Even the Eckstedt Diplomat Group themselves have not decided on their exact itinerary. So, should we assign people to investigate and inform the king? "
After a while, the hoarse and old voice answered resolutely, "No.
Your focus is still on the doctor from Black Street Brotherhood. I want all resources to be tilted to that side. Do not underestimate Lance. After all, he was born here and knows our methods.
"Investigate the whereabouts of all the Black Street bosses, especially the Three Great Assassins! It is too difficult to find Black Sword, Prison Scythe, and Reversed Machete, but at least make sure that they are not nearby! I believe that Black Sword will not be so stupid as to protect a wizard!
"Also, even if everything goes smoothly, do not let your guard down. After all, we have not fought against wizards for more than a hundred years. The records and manuals are just references."
After a long while …
"Then … Alright." After a while, the young voice said noncommittally, "Speaking of which, are we really not going to leave any survivors?"
"That's — a living mage!"
In the darkness, the sound of a person sitting up from a chair was suddenly heard.
"There is no need." The hoarse and old voice then rose.
"Things that have long since disappeared, let them be buried completely along with the Battle of Eradication."
The book page had been 'unreachable' on Qidian for three days. Today, the page was suddenly restored. 'Alright, I, Hu Hansan, am back.'
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