Deep into the night, the dwarven camp was quiet and solemn.
"Father, it's so late and you haven't rested yet?"
Marquis Dawson raised his head and saw his second son, Wales Dawson, walk in.
Wales had a fair face and didn't have the nose of the dwarves. His beard was also well groomed. If it wasn't for the fact that he wasn't tall due to his race, he would be considered a handsome young man with a graceful bearing.
"It's so late. What are you doing here?" Marquis Dawson furrowed his brows.
Marquis Dawson didn't like his second son.
He felt that he was too spoiled and didn't have the valiance and tenacity of the dwarves. He was only obsessed with women.
Fortunately, Marquis Dawson's eldest son wasn't bad and could inherit the family business. Therefore, Marquis Dawson didn't care about his second son.
Wales was a little afraid of his father. He carefully moved closer and said mysteriously, "Father, I just received a shocking piece of news!"
"What news?" Marquis Dawson didn't care and buried his head in the pile of documents.
Wales was a little depressed at his father's perfunctory attitude.
He knew that he wasn't valued by his father, but he was unwilling to accept it. Now, he felt that his chance to turn things around was here!
"Father, this is news that can determine the survival of the Dawson family!"
"Speak." Marquis Dawson was a little impatient.
Wales' face flashed with a trace of resentment and he said in a low voice, "Father, I heard that Marquis Menam is preparing to give you to the House of Saint Hilde in exchange for their agreement to establish the dwarves!"
The quill in Marquis Dawson's hand finally stopped. He raised his head and looked at his second son with a burning gaze and asked in a deep voice,
"Where did you hear this news?"
Wales avoided his gaze and said hesitantly, "Father, shouldn't you be worried about the betrayal of the Menam family first?"
Marquis Dawson glared and shouted angrily, "Less nonsense! Answer my question! "
"It's … … It's Archbishop Ajani who sent someone to inform me … …"
"How did she inform you? Why did she inform you? "
"I … … I … …" Looking at his father's increasingly ferocious gaze, Wales was so scared that he was tongue-tied and couldn't speak.
"Idiot!"
Marquis Dawson's hair and beard fluttered, making him look like an exposed lion.
He kicked Wales to the ground and pounced on him. He grabbed his collar and asked fiercely, "What are you doing?
"Are you secretly contacting people from the Church? Am I right? "
Wales nodded while trembling.
Then, his father punched him until he had a panda eye.
Wales screamed exaggeratedly. His voice even attracted the guards on duty outside the tent.
However, after seeing that it was a scene of a father beating his son, the guard quietly slipped out again, as if he was already used to it.
"Father, don't, don't hit me!" Wales cried. "I really didn't betray any military secrets! There really isn't! "
Marquis Dawson didn't believe such nonsense.
He knew his son very well. As he beat him, he scolded him.
"Brainless idiot! How many times have I told you that Adjiani is a beautiful snake that eats people! You actually dared to secretly court her at this time!
Who was she? Is this something you, a dwarf without the right to inherit a title, can hope for?
She's just using you!
Using you! "
…
After a long while, Marquis Dawson seemed to be tired of beating his son and stopped.
Wales was paralyzed on the ground, half dead. He screamed weakly from time to time.
"Speak!" Marquis Dawson kicked his son again. "What did she say to you?"
Wales hugged his bruised body and suddenly felt very wronged. You didn't let me contact Adjiani, so why do you want to know what she said to me?
Of course, Wales only dared to criticize in his heart.
"She, she said … the Menham Family has already reached an agreement with the House of Saint Hilde. As long as you are handed over, the House of Saint Hilde will agree to the peace talks and allow the dwarves to build a kingdom on the Northern Frontier."
Marquis Dawson didn't seem to be worried about his situation at all. Instead, he asked, "Why did Adjiani tell you this?"
"Father, the situation in Chilly Winter City is very tense now. Although on the surface, Vera and Colin seem to have the upper hand with the help of the Golden Lion Legion, in fact, Master Joisse also has a lot of supporters.
These supporters of course don't want to see Vera solve the rebellion on the Northern Frontier smoothly and inherit the title of Duke.
Archbishop Adjiani is one of Master Joisse's supporters. "
Marquis Dawson looked at his son expressionlessly and asked, "So she wants to destroy the peace talks?"
"Yes." Wales nodded. "She hopes to join hands with the Dawson Family! This is a letter she wrote to you personally! "
As he spoke, he took out a letter and handed it to Marquis Dawson.
Marquis Dawson didn't read the letter. Instead, he continued to look at Wales with cold eyes and asked, "Did you tell the church about our situation here?"
Wales wanted to shake his head, but when he saw his father's sharp eyes, he could only stutter and say, "Yes, I did say some … but it's not any military secrets, I swear!"
"What did you say?" Marquis Dawson's eyes became colder and colder.
"I only told them that Prince Rhy killed Mister Dawson. That's all! There were so many witnesses. Even if I didn't say anything, the church would find out sooner or later! "
Marquis Dawson sighed in his heart. His son was really too stupid.
He actually revealed such crucial information to the church. It was no wonder that the Menham Family's emissary was obstructed when he wanted to negotiate.
This was because the other party knew that the Dwarves' most important bargaining chip was gone.
However, it seemed that the Menham Family would really betray the Dawson Family in order to reach an agreement with the House of Saint Hilde.
While Marquis Dawson was deep in thought, Wales was still rambling on to defend himself.
"Father, actually, Archbishop Adjiani is a trustworthy person.
The relationship between me and her isn't what you think. I only have boundless reverence for a pure and pious Priest like the Archbishop. I don't dare to blaspheme her!
Moreover, I can see that the Archbishop's current situation in Chilly Winter Castle isn't good. Vera and Colin are using the Golden Lion Legion to suppress the resistance in Lion's Roar Castle. They are trying to push a Mage's adopted daughter to the position of Dukes Of The North. This is too ridiculous!
Although Young Master Joyce is being suppressed, you have to believe that there are many righteous Northern Frontier Knights in the city. They won't allow … "
"Shut up!" Marquis Dawson interrupted Wales impatiently.
Wales shrunk his head and didn't dare to speak again.
"You're only a chess piece in their hands. Do you really think that you're favored by Adjiani?
Moreover, the information provided by the other party might not be true.
Even if it's true, it might be a scheme by the House of Saint Hilde to sow discord!
Only an idiot like you, whose brain is filled with wine and beauties, would be deceived and deceived! "
Wales opened his mouth. He wanted to defend the goddess in his heart, but when he saw his father's fierce eyes, he didn't dare to refute. He could only cower and hug his knees like a quail in the rain.
Marquis Dawson saw his cowardly appearance and became angry. In the end, he could only sigh and wave his hand helplessly. He scolded, "Go back to sleep!"
"Yes." Wales grimaced as he got up from the ground and walked out carefully.
Marquis Dawson's unfriendly voice came from behind him, "Remember, if I find out that you're secretly contacting the Church, I'll break your legs!"
"Yes …" Wales hastened his steps and ran away as if he was escaping.
Marquis Dawson sighed desolately and shook his head. He seemed to have given up on his son.
Afterwards, he picked up the letter that Wales had just handed to him, ready to see what kind of pie Archbishop Adjiani had painted for the Dawson family.
After opening the letter, Marquis Dawson's brows immediately furrowed.
This letter … Why is it like this?
Before Marquis Dawson could understand it, footsteps could be heard from outside the tent, followed by the voice of a personal guard.
"Master, Marquis Menam requests an audience!"
"Let him in."
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