Dark clouds covered the sky above Silvermoon City, and rumbling thunder could be heard from time to time.
It was going to rain.
The pedestrians on the street were in a hurry, trying to get home before the storm arrived.
A small tavern in the east of the city also welcomed two guests.
The waiter of the tavern knew that the two guests must be nobles when he saw their attire and temperament. Then, he unconsciously bent down and respectfully led them to a quiet table by the window.
The two guests were a man and a woman.
The man was in his early twenties, with bright blonde hair and blue eyes. His eyes were as deep as the sea, and everyone who was looked at by them felt like they were being seen through.
The woman was slightly younger, with a pretty face and a vigorous heroic spirit. She was petite, and her movements were vigorous. What was more eye-catching was the huge broadsword on her back.
The broadsword was almost as tall as the woman, with two blades on both sides. The blade was ten inches wide, and it was engraved with a mysterious and complicated arcane array. One could even feel the lightning energy on it from time to time if they got closer.
The huge broadsword formed a sharp contrast with the petite woman, and the visual impact was very strong.
The top of the sword hilt was engraved with a horse spreading its wings.
If one had studied the emblems of nobles in the Empire of Radiance, they would immediately recognize that this was the emblem of the House of Saint Prospero, the ruler of the Empire's East Region — a pure white pegasus.
Bang!
After the woman sat down, she casually leaned the broadsword on her back against the wall. But from the depth of the sword's tip and the sound of impact just now, one could tell that the sword was definitely not light.
"Brother, why have you been so busy tasting wine these few days? Have you forgotten that we came to Silvermoon City with a mission?"
The man smiled and did not immediately answer his sister's question.
Instead, he took the wine from the waiter and poured a glass for himself and his sister. Then, he raised his glass and said, "What's the rush? Try the wine here first."
The woman had no choice but to raise her glass and clink it with her brother's.
As he raised his hand, the man's sleeve showed three silver stripes embroidered on it — this was the mark of an Empire's count.
Coupled with the pure white pegasus emblem on the woman's broadsword, the identity of these two distinguished guests could be guessed.
The ruler of the Eastern Region, the House of Saint Prospero, had only one count, and that was Saint Prospero Evan.
The Earl Of Avon was the second son of the Duke of Saint Prospero.
Being conferred the title of Count at such a young age, it seemed that this second son of the Duke was very favored.
However, those who truly understood the trade would understand that the truth was the exact opposite.
Just like the Northern Region, the first heir of the Duke of the Eastern Region would also accept the title of Marquis. This title did not have any corresponding territory. After all, when the Duke died, the entire Eastern Region would belong to this Marquis.
The Duke of the Eastern Region conferred the title of Earl on his second son, Evan, which was basically saying —
I'll give you the Earl title and this territory. As for my Duke title, don't even think about it.
His fear was as clear as day.
After drinking a glass of wine, the Earl Of Avon closed his eyes and savored the taste for a long time.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw his sister's unrelenting gaze.
The Earl Of Avon smiled helplessly and could only say, "Alright, alright. Anna, do you know why I'm not in a hurry to find the half-elven royal family?"
"Why?"
"Because this is a mission that is destined to fail." The Earl Of Avon poured himself another glass of wine, "So, rather than wasting time, it's better to try all the good wine in Silvermoon City. This way, it won't be a wasted trip."
Anna frowned and asked in confusion, "Why do you think this is a mission that is destined to fail?"
The Earl Of Avon closed his eyes and savored the good wine that had just entered his throat.
He said faintly, "Father sent us to Silvermoon City to prevent the half-elven kingdom from completely leaning towards the Northern Frontier. However, I think this is almost impossible. Because the Duke Of St. Hilde has a sure-win method! "
"Sure-Win?" Anna had a look of disbelief on her face, "What method can guarantee that the Northern Frontier will definitely gain control of the half-elven kingdom?
Even if Vera successfully marries Prince Tupé, it doesn't mean that she will be able to control Silvermoon City, right?
After all, Prince Tupé is the second-in-line heir. Moreover, didn't you say that the half-elven king is a master of balance and will not easily lean towards any side? "
"Haha, the half-elven king is an old fox, but the Duke Of St. Hilde is a lion." The Earl Of Avon opened his eyes and sneered, "Do you want to know what this sure-win method is?"
"What?"
"The method is …"
Count Elven drank another cup of wine and said in a frosty tone, "Don't worry.
"Kill Vera!"
Boom! A flash of lightning pierced the sky outside the window, followed by a deafening thunder.
Anna's eyes widened and she stared at her brother in a daze.
After a while, she asked in disbelief, "Are you saying that if the Duke Of St. Hilde kills his adopted daughter, he will definitely gain control of the half-elven kingdom?"
"That's right." The Earl Of Avon's eyes were bloodthirsty, "As long as Vera dies in Silvermoon City, then the Northern Frontier will have an excuse to send troops.
I suspect that the invincible Black Cavalry in the Northern Frontier is already ready to go. They will kill their way to Silvermoon City and it will take them about ten days.
Do you think that the half-elven Silvermoon Guard will dare to defend the city by then?
Will our father dare to send troops to the half-elven kingdom and fight a decisive battle with the Black Cavalry on land? "
Anna was silent. She didn't know if she was frightened by her brother's crazy idea or if she felt that the answers to the last two questions were too hard to answer.
If the Black Cavalry rushed all the way to Silvermoon City, then according to the "glorious tradition" of the half-elves, they would definitely surrender without a fight.
What about the Duke of the Eastern Region?
He probably wouldn't dare to send troops to the half-elven kingdom and fight the Black Cavalry head-on.
The Northern Frontier had just experienced a great chaos and the army had suffered heavy losses.
However, as long as the terrifying Black Cavalry was still there, no one would dare to underestimate the Northern Frontier.
What's more, the Eastern Region had not experienced war for hundreds of years. The number of troops was not small, but their combat power was worrying.
Without experiencing the test of blood and fire, it was impossible to forge a strong army.
If it weren't for the geographical advantage of the Nu Shui River, the army of the Northern Frontier would have already driven the House of Saint Prospero out of White Dew City.
Anna let out a long sigh and shook her head, "This is just your guess. Is the Duke Of St. Hilde really willing to give up a daughter for the half-elven kingdom? "
"She's an adopted daughter." The Earl Of Avon corrected her, "Moreover, even if she's his biological daughter, so what? For someone like the Duke Of St. Hilde, what can't he give up? "
Anna looked into her brother's eyes and asked seriously, "If you were the Duke Of St. Hilde, would you do this?"
"Yes." The Earl Of Avon answered without hesitation.
"I don't believe it." Anna shook her head, "Although father and brother don't like you and think that you're unscrupulous, have no bottom line, and don't talk about chivalry. But I know that you're not such a person. "
The Earl Of Avon laughed, "How would you know what kind of person I am?"
"I rely on my intuition." Anna said matter-of-factly.
The Earl Of Avon was startled, then lowered his head. There was a trace of warmth in his eyes, but he mocked, "My silly sister! You'll be deceived sooner or later. "
Anna snorted, apparently disagreeing with her brother's warning, and asked, "Do we really have no way to stop the Northern Frontier?"
The Earl Of Avon drank another glass of wine, shook his head and said, "Actually, there is."
Anna quickly asked,
"What is it?"
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