In the study of the lord's residence in Cecil's territory, Gwen was reading a report that Amber had just sent to him.
"It seems that the news of the 25th Battalion has reached their master." Gwen raised his head and looked at the half-elf standing beside him. "At present, there are more than 40 Knights from the Southern Territory with their squires and militia gathered under Count Hosman's command. Their actions have been completely undisguised. Those Knights who responded to the call are walking on the streets in broad daylight. The messengers between the nobles' territories can be seen everywhere."
"Actually, the nobles don't hide when they do these things." Amber picked up an apple from Gwen's desk and held it in her mouth as she chewed quickly. "Originally, other than Cecil who has the Military Intelligence Bureau, no one else can come up with such an intelligence system like you. Besides, the situation is already like this, there's no need for them to hide anymore."
Gwen sneered and shook his head. "Now I'm waiting for an official letter. According to the rules of the traditional nobles, they must send a declaration before the war."
Amber stopped chewing the apple with a puzzled look on her face. "By the way … Although the Ansu and Typhon have signed a peace agreement, once the civil war breaks out in the Ansu, won't the Typhon immediately tear up the agreement and hit us when we're down?"
Gwen looked at Amber with a little surprise. "You can actually think of this. You've improved."
"I've always been thinking hard, okay?! I just don't have those dirty tactics of yours! " Amber's eyes widened and her cheeks puffed up. "And I've wanted to ask this from the beginning, but I haven't found the opportunity!"
Gwen looked at Amber's serious look and could not help but smile and shake his head. "Of course, Typhon won't invade, at least not now."
Amber was puzzled. "Why?"
"Typhon has been dealing with the Ansu for hundreds of years. They know the characteristics of the Ansu very well," Gwen explained patiently, adding his own speculations. "Do you remember I confirmed something with Clement? The Typhon Emperor also had people from the All End Society by his side … So from the very beginning, this' peace treaty 'was just a show. But now, this show would continue to be played out. Rosetta? Augustus will watch as Ansu falls into civil war. He will watch as Ansu sinks deeper and deeper in the next few years, growing weaker and weaker until the kingdom is on the verge of falling apart. Only then will he enter and reap the benefits. But before that, he will definitely not make a move against Ansu, because he knows … once Typhon makes a move now, Ansu's civil war will immediately end. "
Amber blinked and seemed to understand what Gwen meant.
"Typhon's invasion will cause Ansu to quickly unite. The Grand Dukes of the Three Realms have not yet built up enough hatred, they are likely to unite against the external forces." Gwen put down the information in his hand, his impression and analysis of the three Ansu border dukes appeared in his mind. "Victoria of the North? Wylde chose to support a puppet king to stabilize the country. Silas Loren chose to be loyal to the Moen bloodline to rebuild the glory of the First Dynasty. Franklin of the West? Bai Dewen is rarely involved in the royal party disputes, but half of Ansu's economy depends on his border trade … No matter what role the three dukes play in this civil war, and whether their methods are smart or stupid, at least one thing is certain, they are all using their own logic to protect the country. I think Rosetta? Augustus must have also investigated and understood this. "
At this point, Gwen suddenly sighed slightly. "Now the only thing I'm not sure of is whether Prince Edmund and Emperor Typhon have some kind of 'tacit understanding' between them, and whether they are making a big bet … If so, then the death of Francis II is too lamentable."
"Just died in a show, and a bet outside the show …" Amber muttered, looking at the apple in her hand, suddenly feeling that it was tasteless. "Perhaps everyone is looking forward to this civil war, and only the old king sincerely believes in peace … I still don't like the stupid logic of the nobles."
A knock on the door interrupted the conversation between Gwen and Amber.
The door of the study opened, and the tall and strong priest Wright appeared at the door.
Gwen looked at the only priest in the territory with some surprise. "Mr. Wright, is there anything I can help you with?"
"My Lord," Wright bowed slightly, and then said straightforwardly, "I want to go to the battlefield."
Gwen was stunned for a moment. He really did not expect this. "Go to the battlefield?"
"I saw the news in the newspaper. The war is coming, right?" Wright took out the 'extra' he picked up. "I want to join the war."
Gwen originally wanted to explain to Wright the difference between the current professional military system and the traditional chaotic private military system, but after seeing the serious expression on Wright's face, he only asked one question. "Tell me the reason."
"I know that a group of clerics and Knight from the church have joined the army of the nobles in the southern territory," Wright said frankly. "I want a chance to face them directly."
Gwen looked at Wright quietly for a long time, and finally sighed softly. "You should know that the Cecil Combat Regiment is different from the general nobles' private army. You can't reach the standard of going to the battlefield just by signing up, and there is no official military chaplain establishment in the army at present."
"I know, I've also seen those ray guns, but it's something I've never used before. It's too late to learn it now." Wright nodded. "But I can go to logistics, help build fortifications, or carry the wounded. I know first aid and herbal knowledge, which should come in handy on the battlefield."
"… The medical team needs manpower." Gwen pondered for a long time and finally nodded. "Go to Byron and Knight to sign up. Just say that I asked you to go. In addition, you still need to learn how to use the ray guns and grenades. I'll ask Byron to prepare a set of suitable equipment for you. Even if you can't reach proficiency, at least you can use it to protect yourself on the battlefield. "
A smile appeared on Wright's face and he bowed deeply. "Thank you for your understanding."
Then he stood up and walked to the door, but before he pushed the door open, Gwen suddenly called him from behind. "Mr. Wright."
Wright stopped and turned around. "My lord?"
"Facing your church compatriots on the battlefield is different from a fight in the streets of the countryside." Gwen looked into Wright's eyes and said calmly. "Have you really thought about this?"
"I've thought about it, my lord." Wright said seriously. "Facing them on the battlefield is a real enemy."
"Not only that," Gwen said seriously. "I hope you can think about another question before you face them … Do you believe in the Holy Light, or the God of Holy Light?"
This sentence seemed to have a great impact on Wright, and the tall chaplain suddenly fell into a short silence. It was not until a few seconds later that he took a deep breath and bowed. "I'll think about it, my lord."
"You're really letting the big guy go?" After Wright left, Amber could not help but ask curiously. "You have to know that he has no Holy Light now. Except for the big guy, he's basically an ordinary person, and an ordinary person who has not received combat training … A person who has not even touched a ray gun, won't he have a problem on the battlefield?"
"That's why I asked him to join the medical team. Besides, I believe that with Wright's skills, he'll be able to protect himself even without the protection of the holy light." Gawain shook his head. "Let him go. He's a believer. We should give him a chance to test the things he believes in."
In the spring of Ansu 736, on the last day of the Month of Recovery, a messenger riding a tall horse with the emblem of Count Hosman on his back and a small black and red flag in his hand ran along the south bank of the Baishui River into Cecil's checkpoint.
The messenger was intercepted at the checkpoint, and the letter he brought was delivered to Gwen an hour later.
In the Liege's Residence, Gwen took the letter he had been waiting for from Amber. It was a very formal, even grand letter. It was sealed in a lacquer cylinder with golden threads, written on the softest and toughest light parchment paper and spiced ink. Between the gorgeous fancy font and the awkward aristocratic grammar, it was the content Gwen had been waiting for for a long time.
Amber curiously poked half of her head from behind Gwen to read the content of the parchment. What she saw was a diplomatic letter with very polite wording, but the content was not friendly at all.
Count Hosman and the forty-three lords of the Southern Territory with the title of Glory and the orthodox bloodline to Gwen? Duke Cecil sends his greetings and solemnly protests the recent suspension of the supply of alchemy potions; solemnly protests the soaring prices of ores, mining machinery, and metal products; solemnly protests the Cecil family's deprivation of the aristocratic privileges and encroachment on the surrounding territories; requests the Cecil family to immediately stop the destruction of the aristocratic order, restore the aristocratic privileges in the territory, and re-regulate the behavior of the untouchables in the territory to prevent this bad atmosphere from continuing to spread and affect the atmosphere in other territories …
They also listed Cecil's continuous recruitment of refugees in various parts of the Southern Territory, preaching the law of rebellion, accepting heretical believers who were suspected of being cults, releasing slaves on a large scale, arresting "sincere and legal merchants", conspiring to overthrow the Kant Territory, secretly killing the former Viscount Kant, and creating rumors about cults. There were actually more than a dozen pieces of evidence, both true and false, which made Hu Po gasp in amazement.
In the end, the letter finally revealed that "in order to maintain order, we have to use force to negotiate."
Amber watched as Gwen carefully read the letter, and then saw Gwen calmly pick up the dip pen beside him.
She asked curiously, "Are you going to write a reply?"
Gwen shook his head and casually wrote a word at the end of the letter:
Read.
"Go and hand it to the messenger." Gwen rolled up the parchment again, stuffed it into the lacquer tube, and handed it to the stunned Amber. "While it's still early, let him go back to report. I won't keep him for lunch."
"You just wrote a word?!" Amber still could not believe what she had seen. She confirmed it again and again, "This is a letter of challenge! Don't the normal nobles go back and forth a dozen times at this time? "
"That's enough," Gwen said with a smile. "As for the other replies … Count Hosman will see them."
Amber left with the "reply" with a puzzled look on her face. In the military workshop under the machine-building factory, under Nicholas Egan's command. Under the personal control of Mr. Egan, a heavy rail-accelerated cannonball was steadily falling into the cannonball box.
On the smooth surface of the cannonball, a line of newly engraved steel characters could be clearly read.
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On the last day of the Month of Recovery, the news of the king's assassination and the Duke of the Eastern Region's "revenge" was still on the way, but the first war that would usher in Ansu's revolution had already begun.
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