Looking at Horsman's elegant and confident smile, Grimm realized that this great noble, who was known for his foresight and keen sense of smell, was not really out of his mind. Since last winter, the frequent aristocratic gatherings in Count Horsman's territory were not as simple as "business dealings." Through the transactions of alchemy potions and magic-engineering technology, a group led by the Horsman family had been formed to guard against Cecil's forces.
This group had the same interests and goals. Ironically, the huge interests that brought this group together were created by Cecil's territory. What they were guarding against was also Cecil's territory.
The new Cecil's territory was a land of gold and silver. This was the consensus that everyone gradually formed during the last period of last winter. At first, the nobles in the Southern Territory did not realize the value of the alchemy potion merchants, the magic net, and the mining machinery system that was gradually spreading out. But after Count Horsman gathered everyone and exchanged information, the nobles realized how huge the scale of the business was. Anyone with a little brain would be stunned by the amazing wealth. They would then realize that the little gold they had seized in the process was not worth mentioning compared to the wealth of the entire Cecil family.
Such a huge amount of gold and silver was piled up in the treasury of the Cecil family. The latter did not accumulate wealth through war, but more than war.
However, rashly fighting against the family name of Cecil was unwise. No matter what the family had been like in the past century, it was an undeniable fact that they had regained their honor. So, even the king himself had to respectfully face the Cecil family of today. But if a reasonable reason could be found, a reason that could unite most of the nobles in the Southern Territory, and that could be justified in front of the royal family, it seemed that the problem was not so complicated.
"It is said that Duke Cecil has gathered an army of thousands. This at least shows one thing — even if his behavior is a little crazy, he is still rational. He knows that he must have enough force to protect his wealth," Count Horsman said unhurriedly. "Most of this army is new, but the number is still considerable. And it is said that Cecil's territory has resisted two attacks from the monsters from the wasteland of Gondor. Although I think this should be the personal strength of the legendary grand duke, it also shows that Cecil's army has seen blood. So, we have to unite a group of people to ensure our safety."
"You have also mentioned the personal strength of Duke Cecil. An ancient legend, I am afraid it will be difficult to deal with, right?"
"Yes, of course, it will be difficult to deal with him." Count Horsman finally smiled. "So, we have to find an extra way to contain the duke himself — at least, to keep him busy for a short time."
Grimm looked at his master. Even as the head of intelligence in the territory, he could not always see through all the thoughts of the count. But he knew that Count Hoffman had probably arranged a lot of other things in secret. "Do you have a plan?" asked Grimm.
"Gwen? Duke Cecil is not only destroying the aristocratic tradition of Ansu, but he has also offended many people, "Count Horsman said with a smile." Have you heard that Cecil's territory is sheltering heretical believers recently? "
"… Of course," Grimm nodded. "I got the news immediately. Cecil's territory has publicly announced that they will accept those exiles who have been exiled by the Church of Holy Light and condemned as heretics."
Count Horsman nodded slightly. "The Church of Holy Light has been coveting this land for a long time …"
"… You want those missionaries to join in as well?" Green immediately frowned. "Forgive me for being blunt, but once those High Priests enter, it won't be that easy to get them to leave …"
"I will not give up my wealth," Earl Hoffman shook his head. "But I can still borrow the power of the Church of the Holy Light. Since they want to fight for their Lord, let them fight for their Lord."
…
In the eastern region of Ansu, standing in front of the "Contract Castle" at the border buffer zone, Silas? Duke Loren rode on his warhorse, which had followed him for many years. Facing the cold spring wind from the direction of Typhon, he took a deep breath. The cool air quickly filled his lungs, lifting his spirits slightly.
The tall Contract Castle stood on a rocky platform. Over the past winter, countless slave workers, stonemasons, carpenters, and Transcendents had built this fortress in the shortest time possible. Nearly a hundred slaves died of exhaustion or other accidents during the construction process. Even an architect from Typhon was killed by falling stones from the dome. But it was worth it to pay such a high price. This sturdy and huge fortress rose from the ground. Although the working time was incredibly short, this fortress still lived up to its historical significance.
The Contract Castle was a mixture of the two styles of Ansu and Typhon. It had the elegance and delicacy of the Ansu court and the solemnity of the Typhon Empire with its black tower. In front of the fortress, there was a large open small plain for the guards and ministers of the two countries to rest and observe the ceremony. There was only one road leading to the fortress. Ansu and Typhon each occupied one side of the road. Currently, Silas was on the side close to Ansu.
He controlled the slightly restless warhorse under him. This horse had been with Typhon for many years and had even learned to recognize the aura of the Typhon soldiers. The armor, flags, and emblems of the Typhon soldiers standing on the opposite side of the road made the warhorse slightly nervous. Then he looked up at the figure opposite him on the other side of the wide road.
A valiant female knight rode on a brown warhorse. The female knight had long gray hair that left a deep impression, and she looked quite young. She did not wear a helmet, nor did she tie up her long hair. Instead, she let her hair flutter in the wind, and a pair of sharp eyes peeked out from under her fluttering hair. At this moment, she was also looking at Sareth Alexandre. Silas looked at Loren.
Silas looked at Silas, who had the temperament of a warrior. Silas smiled at the female Knight and greeted her politely. Of course, he knew who the female Knight was. She was the successor of the Wendell family in the Typhon Empire, the youngest Wolf General in history, and the highest ranking commander in Winterwolf Fort. Ever since this female commander took over Winterwolf Fort, Silas and Silas of the Lorren family had met each other many times. Even Lorren had dealt with her more than once, so they could be said to be "old acquaintances".
After greeting her, Silas could not help but look back at Belk, who was also riding a horse behind him. Lorren, the heir of the Lorren family, also had a talent that far surpassed his peers. He was the pride of Longwind Stronghold in all aspects. However, compared to the "Wolf General" opposite him, Belk was still too immature.
However, it did not matter. Experience and hard work could make up for a lot of things. Belk had the excellent bloodline of the Lorren family and a strong belief in the pursuit of glory. As long as he kept this motivation, this young man would be able to take charge of Longwind Fort sooner or later.
The giant sun gradually moved to the highest point in the sky. As the magic from the sun gradually filled up, the dome of the castle began to shine brightly. The magic conductive material embedded in the dome began to absorb the magic in the sunlight, and then drove the heavy, purple steel door to slowly open.
The ceremonial officer walked out of the castle and began to play music in front of the castle suspension bridge.
15 minutes after noon, the hazy lines on the surface of the giant sun began to become clear. Two rows of carriages appeared on the wide road leading to the castle. One row of carriages hung the emblem of the Ansu, while the other row hung the shield and crown flag of the Typhon.
The soldiers on both sides of the road began to get nervous. The low sound of armor scraping against each other could be heard. Silas also tensed up his muscles and stared at the carriages. He did not know which carriage the king was in, nor which carriage the emperor of Typhon was in, but he knew that there were at least two high-grade Knight and one high-grade mage in each carriage. There were also two legendaries guarding the carriages. Under such tight security, there should not be any problems.
However, he could not help but feel nervous. After all, this was the moment that determined the fate of two kingdoms.
The king was guarded by the strongest of the royal family, and he was the Duke of the Eastern Region. He was responsible for the safety of the entire castle.
Nothing happened to Silas? Silas, Loren, Belk, Silas, Loren, and Andesha. Under Wendell's gaze, the carriages of the two rulers and their ministers entered the castle.
Fifteen minutes later, the heavy door of the castle slowly closed. Above the castle, the skylight on the dome of the main building opened. Two bright beams of magic light shot through the skylight and into the sky.
Seeing the two beams of light, Duke Loren was slightly relieved.
It was a signal released by the legendaries who entered the castle as bodyguards. The king of Ansu and the emperor of Typhon each had a legendary-level spellcaster. After entering the castle, they would connect their life force with the monarch they were loyal to, and then send a signal to the skylight on the dome. As long as the signal beam was still there, it meant that the hearts of the two rulers of Ansu and Typhon were still beating.
Next, according to the previously agreed process, the two monarchs would first have a face-to-face meeting that lasted for half a day, and then there would be an open and formal negotiation. Including Silas, Duke of the Eastern Region, Loren would also attend the negotiation process, and finally, under the witness of everyone, the two kingdoms would sign a formal peace treaty.
Silas?? Loren silently thought about the next process of the negotiation in his heart. He raised his head slightly and looked at the two beams of light that shot into the sky above the castle.
A small bird flew across the clear sky. It seemed to be curious about the two unusual beams of light. It circled a few times between the beams of light, and then let out a pleasant chirp. It circled and flew higher until it disappeared from Duke Loren's sight.
A bird chirping in the sky above the castle … Perhaps this is a symbol of peace.
Although Silas was a warrior, he occasionally had the thoughts of a poet. Duke Loren sighed slightly in his heart.
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