"Stand up, Viscounts Auston."
"Yes … Your Grace!"
Viscounts Auston struggled to stand up, but after kneeling in the snow for three days, his legs were completely numb. He tried several times but failed.
In the end, he finally stood up with the help of the Earl Of Avon.
The Duke of Saint Prospero did not show any sympathy or pity. He glanced at the two of them indifferently and then walked into the castle first.
"Sit."
"Thank you, Your Grace!"
Viscounts Auston, whose legs were trembling and could not stand properly, hurriedly sat down as if he had been pardoned. However, in front of the Duke of Saint Prospero, he still did not dare to lean against the back of the chair and only sat down halfway.
"I was going to kill you for sending my two hundred thousand soldiers to their deaths."
Viscounts Auston trembled when he heard this, but the Duke's next words made him sigh in relief.
"However, in consideration of the Auston Family's hundreds of years of loyalty, I have decided to spare your life."
"Thank you, Your Grace! The Auston Family will definitely remember your benevolence! "
A trace of disdain flashed through the Duke of Saint Prospero's eyes as he looked at the Auston Viscounts who was about to cry. However, he still said patiently, "Go to Icestone City and tell Viscount Angley that I agree to his suggestion of exchanging prisoners. Use García to exchange for Vincent."
"Yes." Viscounts Auston hurriedly replied. Then, seeing that the Duke of Saint Prospero had no other orders, he hurriedly stood up and left.
Then, the hall became quiet. Neither father nor son spoke first, as if they were competing in patience.
In the end, it was the Duke of Saint Prospero who could not stand his son's lazy appearance and scolded, "Why are you still here?"
Earl Of Avon had an innocent expression as he spread his hands and said, "Father, didn't you tell me to follow you and say that you have something to ask me?"
The Duke of Saint Prospero's eyes widened. He just wanted to draw his sword and kill this unruly, unfilial son of his.
But in the end, he forced himself to calm down and asked in a deep voice, "Do you think we should intervene in the current situation on the Northern Frontier?"
"Do we still have the strength to intervene?" The Earl Of Avon asked bluntly, "The ground troops of the Pegasus Legion have basically been wiped out by my good brother. Are you going to dispatch the navy to the Northern Frontier?
Or do you want to recruit the private soldiers of the Lords of the Eastern Region and let them fight for us against the Northern Frontier? "
"So you think we can only watch from the sidelines?"
"At the very least, we no longer have the strength to invade the Northern Frontier with great fanfare. However, it's not like we can't do anything. "
The Duke of Saint Prospero's expression turned slightly better as he asked, "What should we do?"
"The current situation on the Northern Frontier is on the verge of breaking out. Next, the House of St. Theon and the House of Saint Hilde will definitely fight to the death. But before they are exhausted, we can't easily get involved. Otherwise, just like this time in the Shadowy Canyon, we will become the sword in the hands of others."
Hearing this, the Duke of Saint Prospero's eyebrows twitched. Obviously, his son had hit a sore spot, but he didn't lose his temper and continued to listen.
"So, our best choice now is to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. At the same time, you need to pay attention to two key figures. "
"Which two?"
"Marquis Dawson and Viscount Angley!" The Earl Of Avon slowly spat out the two names and then explained, "Marquis Dawson wants to realize the dream of the Dwarves and has no loyalty to the House of St. Theon. Whoever can help him realize this dream, he will side with that person.
So, this is a force that we can rope in.
As for Viscount Angley, through the battle in Silvermoon City, you must have seen his ability clearly. Although he is currently under the Duke Of St. Hilde's force, I always feel that his loyalty is not firm. He is also someone that we can rope in. "
The Duke of Saint Prospero nodded slowly, expressing his agreement with his son's words.
The Earl Of Avon continued, "In addition, the attitude of the royal family is also very important. I think, with the hatred between the San Lorenzo family and the House of St. Theon, they probably won't be willing to see the Northern Frontier fall into the hands of the House of St. Theon. It is very likely that when the House of Saint Hilde can't hold on, they will personally step in. "
"If the San Lorenzo family personally sends troops to the Northern Frontier, then what chance does the House of St. Theon have of winning?"
"Not necessarily," the Earl Of Avon shook his head, "many people hope that the Northern Frontier will change hands."
"Who do you mean by 'many people'?"
The Earl Of Avon's smile suddenly became somewhat playful, "Aren't you one of them?"
The Duke of Saint Prospero suddenly quieted down. Even the slightly disrespectful gaze of the Earl Of Avon could not anger him.
However, the Duke of Saint Prospero did not respond to his son's rhetorical question.
After a long silence, the Earl Of Avon suddenly yawned and said with a smile, "Father, if there is nothing else, I will go back and rest first."
The Duke of Saint Prospero nodded and did not say anything more.
Looking at his son's back slowly disappearing outside the hall, the Duke of Saint Prospero's eyes became somewhat conflicted.
"What, are you tempted?" A soft voice suddenly sounded, and the Duchess, who had changed her clothes, appeared in the hall.
The Duke of Saint Prospero seemed to understand what his wife was talking about. He sighed and shook his head, "Evan is indeed smart, but … to become the Lord of the Eastern Region, intelligence alone is not enough.
Not to mention … "
The Duchess stepped forward and gently rubbed her husband's shoulders, softly saying, "Are you worried about the lords of the Eastern Region?"
"Yes. Vincent has been the Marquis of the Eastern Region for so long, and I have been training him as the first successor. So many lords of the Eastern Region have already placed their bets on him. If I cripple him now … "
"Those lords may not have the guts, right?"
"Humph! Those who did not place a heavy bet are of course indifferent.
But Earl Hall, he married his most precious daughter to Vincent.
And Earl Brugan, you know how much financial support his Chamber of Commerce has provided to Vincent.
And the Aston family, they are almost completely tied to Vincent. I don't know whether to call them smart or stupid!
Once these families see that I cripple Vincent and let their years of investment go down the drain, do you think they will not resent me?
Especially when the Pegasus Legion has just suffered a heavy blow. Haha, if we are not careful, it may cause chaos! "
With a sigh, he continued leisurely, "To be honest, I actually admire the Duke Of St. Hilde for having the courage to lay hands on his own vassals. If I can do a great purge in the Eastern Region, that idiot Vincent's marquis position will be abolished! "
The Duchess was silent for a long time before she spoke again, "But if you are so biased toward Vincent, Evan will only become more and more resentful."
The Duke of Saint Prospero sneered, "Without the support of corresponding strength, what's the use of his resentment?"
The Duchess' eyes flashed, and she suggested, "It's not too late for you to start helping Evan cultivate his forces now."
The Duke of Saint Prospero pondered for a moment, but still shook his head.
"Let's wait and see."
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