"Before that, madams, I would like to ask what you think of the Eternal Queen …" Talleyrand first kept them in suspense, and then Cripple asked, "Uh, that is to say, madams, do you think it's necessary to organize a rescue army?"
"Suria, what do you think?" Morgiana could not help but frown when she thought of Alissanda. The Lake Goddess first thought of the two guys who were circling around the little queen, the unlikable eldest son Frey Derick and the well-behaved and likable Devonshire who called her Aunt Morgiana. Then she thought of Laing.
The Lake Goddess suddenly felt a little pain, a little numb, and a little itchy in her lower abdomen. She looked directly at Suria and signaled to Talleyrand that Suria should make the decision.
"They won't be grateful to us," Suria said calmly. "The High Elves are not Dwarves."
As expected, this is much easier. Cripple's heart was as clear as a mirror.
But he still had to add, "But you mean …"
"This is not my intention. This is the intention of the Brittany court." Suria corrected him slightly.
"Then this matter is much easier." Talleyrand immediately nodded. With this sentence, he dared to reveal his plan. "What we need to do is to do nothing."
"Do nothing?" Suria looked thoughtful, while Morgiana sneered.
"Yes." Talleyrand nodded. Cripple did not look at Morgiana. Instead, he turned to Sulia and explained, "Madam, I know Assur. We've said before that regardless of whether we save them or not, we're destined to be hated by the High Elves. After all, the existence of the three guards of the Wretched Lands will more or less incur their wrath."
Suria and Morgiana both nodded.
"Therefore, the best thing for us to do is to remain silent. We will do nothing. We will not make any preparations to send reinforcements, nor will we make any inquiries or apologies." Talleyrand leaned on the ground with his walking stick. "We only have one thing to do, and that is to deliver the news of the little queen to the Phoenix King's Court and to Ossouin. That is enough."
"But the High Elves …" Suria seemed to understand. "That's right. Are you teaching me how to do things?"
"Perhaps the Asurs still think so, but the truth is that Ossouin is no longer the suzerain of the world." Talleyrand smiled and nodded. "If you want to help, sure, but you have to take the initiative to ask. Otherwise, no one is nobler than another. Aren't countries equal? Are the High Lord Tyrion and the Elven Princes still living in the beautiful dream of the Elven Empire's tributary system? "
"That's a good idea. This matter has nothing to do with us in the first place. The problem lies with the dwarves." Morgiana agreed almost immediately. "Let the elves and dwarves argue."
"And with the current situation, it is almost impossible for the High Elves and dwarves to reach a consensus. If they quarrel, the world will collapse, and they will forget about us." Suria nodded in satisfaction. "Unless we can really save the little queen …"
"There is another reason. It takes about three months for the messenger to travel from Le-Angoulan to Ossouin and back." Talleyrand added, "There will be many changes in the situation. We just need to wait and see. By then, His Majesty will have returned from Obien. We will discuss the situation according to the situation and act according to the situation."
"As for the spirit of chivalry, we will not be indifferent and do nothing. Her Highness Alisarah is an old friend of the Brittany, a good friend, and a witness of friendship. We can tell this matter to the knights, nobles, and commoners. The Brittany who adheres to the spirit of chivalry and is eager for justice have spontaneously formed a chivalrous army to go to the Evil Lands to rescue the little queen. What spirit does this reflect? Doesn't this reflect the glorious spirit of the Brittany's chivalry? " Talleyrand clapped his hands. "Of course, all of this is spontaneously organized by the commoners. It has nothing to do with the court."
This cripple is really useful. Laing did the right thing by leaving him to me.
That was what the Knight Queen thought.
But a certain thought arose in Suria's heart, causing Knight King to be very vigilant.
This cripple … is too smart. He has almost calculated everything, even the Ossouin court. I'm afraid even Morgiana's and my reactions …
Interesting.
Really interesting.
Suria chose to accept the challenge. Knight King pretended to say casually, "The weather is good today, Talleyrand. Look, the sky is clear. There is only a cloud in the sky outside the castle. It looks really strange."
"???" Morgiana was confused. It was August, and the sky was clear. There were no clouds in the sky.
Talleyrand immediately smiled. "Yes, the sun shines on the earth. There is no need for clouds, but clouds have their uses."
"Clouds will block the sun. How can it be a good thing?" Suria smiled. "When there are too many clouds in the afternoon tea, the atmosphere will be gloomy."
"Without clouds, the sun will be too strong. It will burn passersby and plants." Talleyrand said respectfully, "Clouds will block the sun, but they can also give rain. His Majesty said that clouds in the sky and water in the bottle. Everything changes with the season. Some clouds will become water, and some water will become clouds. Everything is determined by the sun and the climate. Look, Your Majesty, isn't there only one sun on that cloud?"
Suria couldn't help but laugh. The Queen thought that no wonder Laing liked to talk to Talleyrand.
It was really interesting.
"Then it's decided." Sulia glanced at Talleyrand again, and the Knight Queen finally made the decision. "Send out a messenger and inform the Marlin Fort's High Elite Ambassador, Sir Taimag Den Caben. Also, ask King Belega about Eternity Peak's reaction."
"Yes!"
A few days later, the disappearance of the little Queen of Eternity shocked the upper echelons of the old world.
Among them, Frey Derick, the Baron of Nur, almost jumped up as soon as he heard the news.
What? The High Elf envoy group was wiped out? The little Queen Alisala was missing?
How … how could this be?
Frey Derick's first reaction was to look for his mother, Emilia, the Countess of the Empire.
At this time, Emilia was doing maintenance in her own palace. Laing's little maid didn't like hot weather. In July and August, Emilia spent most of her time in her Kurfürst Palace, dealing with internal affairs, reading reports, drinking afternoon tea, holding banquets, listening to operas, and holding academic lectures. Her days were very comfortable. Only occasionally, when the Nur City Council couldn't reach a conclusion, or when there was a major trial that required the Countess' presence, Emilia would appear.
This year, Nur was relatively peaceful compared to the terrible situation in the Empire. Wesson Hill also encountered problems with wild Orcs, Green Skins, and food production. However, Frey Derick had grown into an excellent commander. Recently, the Baron had been leading the provincial army and a small number of Nur elites to eliminate the threat of the Orcs and Green Skins. As for the food production, it was indeed a problem for the industrial city of Nur. However, due to the special relationship between Emilia and Sun Wang Laing, Nur could easily import large amounts of food from Brittany. They didn't need to rely on the trade route of the Marlin Castle merchants. Therefore, the price of food on the market was still acceptable.
As for the problem of fever, Nur could also obtain the medicine of the Wood Elves from the Olivier Chamber of Commerce.
"Mother, we have to organize an army to rescue Queen Alissanda!" Frey Derick opened the door and saw his mother lying lazily on a large bed made of agate stones imported from Araby. Her head was resting on a full set of Assur blankets and silk pillows imported from Ossouin. A maid was serving snacks and afternoon tea. The Empire's Baroness let her long blonde hair fall behind her head. She was reading a book published by Nur University, "Madam Stewart" and "Half a Year of Widowhood".
"Mother, why are you still in the mood to stay here?" Frey Derick looked distressed. The Baron rushed to his mother and stomped his feet as he said, "Queen Alissanda has been captured!"
"Oh, is that so?" Emilia lifted her head to look at Frey Derick before continuing to read her book. "That's terrible."
"Yes, the situation is terrible. Mother, I propose that we immediately organize an army to rescue Alissanda." Frey Derick looked excited. "Right now, in the entire Old World, only our Empire has the ability to organize an army immediately. Father's knight army is still on an expedition to Obien."
"Is that necessary?" Emilia's gaze did not leave the book at all. The Empire's Baroness said casually, "That's a matter between the High Elves and the Dwarves. What does it have to do with us?"
"This concerns the safety of the Old World!" Frey Derick was still very excited. The Baron jumped up and down. "If we can't save the little queen, then the Battle of Long Beard is very likely to repeat itself! The Alliance of Order will be broken. Mother, you don't want to see the entire Old World fall into the flames of war, right? "
"Fall into the flames of war? I think it's because you can't bear to part with Alissanda, right?" Emilia sighed. All her son's little thoughts could not be hidden in front of her mother. Frey Derick lowered his head in embarrassment, but he was still stubborn. "I'm also thinking for Father, Godfather, and Mother, and … Alissanda told me that we would meet again."
"Do you know how much manpower and material resources it takes to organize an army to go on an expedition to the Evil Lands?" Emilia's tone was full of blame and affection. The Empire's Baroness looked at her beloved son and reached out to ruffle Frey Derick's hair. "Look at your father's Eight Peaks Mountain expedition. How many troops were organized, how many logistical resources were prepared, and how much manpower and material resources were spent? In the end, it was a narrow escape, and he was lucky to get the timely support of the wood elves? We don't even know where the little queen is now. "
"But …" Frey Derick was about to refute, but Emilia interrupted his son. "According to the intelligence, there is no doubt that the undead took Alissanda to the south of Ironpeak Castle. How far is that? Thousands of kilometers away! Think about it again. The undead can wipe out hundreds of elite envoys and thousands of dwarven troops in a day. How strong are they? Even the Nur army has no chance if they don't organize an expedition of more than twenty thousand people. So, here's the question. Thousands of kilometers away, how much logistical and material resources will it take to organize an expedition of twenty thousand people? "
"I …"
"How are you going to persuade the city council to organize an expedition? Your father fought Eight Peaks Mountain with certainty and certainty. Even if he helped the Empire to resist Motekin's invasion, the Empire will pay for all the logistical and material resources. What about you? "
"This …"
"Fine. Even if you know where Alissanda is, you have already organized an army and settled the logistics. My son, what are you going to rely on to win? Nur only has three saints: Chief Justice Theodore Bruckner, Amethyst Academy's dean Elspeth von Drakken, and the newly risen beast-type saint wizard Bernt Abelwald. Who can you persuade? What about yourself? Do you think you are as good at commanding as your father, and can win an epic battle like the War of the Three Kings? Or do you think you are like your father, who can take on two veteran saints Nefrata and Gul at the same time? Or do you have the confidence to be like your father, who has friends everywhere, dwarves, elves, and even tomb kings to save the army from danger? "
Frey Derick was completely defeated. The baron's face was sad. "Is there really no other way? Mother? "
Emilia shook her head. "I won't help you persuade the city council, and I won't open the Nur's vault or my personal vault for you."
"Then … then I'll go find Godfather!" Frey Derick was exasperated.
"Go, and don't come back. Also, don't touch the Armoured Nur or the Blackstone Guards. You can take your personal guards with you." Emilia gestured for her son to scram. "The same goes for funds. Apart from your own salary and the pocket money I give you, you are not allowed to use any other funds."
"Damn it!" Frey Derick was completely out of ideas. "Damn it!"
At the same time, the same thing happened in Glamorgan's territory.
Suria's behavior was almost exactly the same as Emilia's. The gentle Knight King told Devonshire that it was impossible to send reinforcements. At the very least, everything had to wait for his father to come back from Obien.
Devonshire was much weaker than Frey Derick. He was not like his brother, who had been on the battlefield and commanded an army. He did not even have a source of income.
Unable to convince his mother, Devonshire rolled his eyes.
He was thinking about his uncle.
It was late August in Chalon Forest, Redfish Village, Anglo Manor.
"No." Anglo's head was like a rattle drum. He kept shaking his head. "I just won't go."
"Uncle! I'm begging you! " Devonshire pulled the hem of Anglo's oversized shirt. The young baron's face was red, and he looked emotional. "Only you can help!"
"I'm not going." Anglo continued to shake his head. The World Eater geno prototype did not look annoyed, but he was very determined. "It's useless to say anything. I'm not going."
"But uncle, listen to me." In order to welcome his nephew, Angran personally cooked a bowl of steamed beef noodles with cheese and half a roast goose. As the uncle, he ignored his nephew's protests and served the delicious dishes on the clean and tidy table. He listened to Devonshire's chatter. "We have to save Alissanda. If we can't save the little queen, the Battle of the Long Whiskers will most likely repeat itself! The alliance of order will be broken. "
"I don't want to know about that. You should tell your parents about this. I'm just an old farmer." Anglo shook his head. The geno prototype looked at his nephew and smiled. "It's a hot day. You must be tired. Eat something and rest in the afternoon."
"Uncle!" Devonshire shouted angrily. "Are you listening to me?"
"I'm listening." Anglo nodded at first, but then he shook his head. "I told you, this has nothing to do with me. I'm not going. You should find someone else."
"But only you …"
"Find someone else."
"Anglo!" Devonshire picked up the iron plate and bowl on the table and threw the bowl of Tyrell noodles and the plate of roast goose at Angelo's face. "I'm begging you! Your nephew is begging you! "
Angelo narrowed his eyes. Chop King reached out his arm at lightning speed and grabbed the bowl with one hand. With a flick of his wrist, he moved the bowl left and right, collecting all the noodles that were splashing in the air back into the bowl.
His other hand held the lower part of the iron plate. The plate spun up and down in Anglo's hand like a Kaleidoscope. The pieces of roast goose were arranged neatly.
"Don't waste your time here. I'm not going to save the little Eternal Queen. What happens outside has nothing to do with me. I'll say this for the last time. If you don't want to have lunch here, you'd better go home." Angelo shook his head and said, "Don't waste your time here. I'm not going to save the little Eternal Queen. Whatever happens outside has nothing to do with me.
"… You'll regret this, uncle," Devonshire said through gritted teeth. "I will."
"I won't." Anglo shook his head again.
The roast goose leg landed on the iron plate.
Yuanshi watched his nephew leave on his horse. As he watched Devonshire's figure disappear into the distance, Anglo suddenly recalled the past.
Would he regret it?
No.
I, Anglo, will never regret it!
I'm the section that will never regret it …
The elite ambassador of Marlin Castle, Taymarg, was so scared that he fell to the ground after receiving the news that the envoys had been annihilated and the little queen had gone missing.
His future was over.
But now was not the time to be depressed. Tamago immediately sent out his fastest ship to deliver the news to Ossouin! At the same time, he prayed to Assuyan, the Lord of the Phoenix, to protect the little Eternal Queen's safe return.
The entire delegation was wiped out! The little Eternal Queen, Alissanda, who symbolized the future of Assur, was missing. The Old World confirmed that she was captured by the last Vampire Count, Frey Von Karstein, and his army of the undead!
When the urgent news reached Ossouin, the entire High Elf race was shocked.
Empire Calendar Year 2520, early October, Kingdom of Etain, capital of Lotharn, Phoenix King's Court, High Elf War Council.
Tyrion, the War Lord, rushed over from Avalon without any rest, gathering all the heroes of the High Elves.
Before the Phoenix King Finnuba could say anything, Tyrion stood in front of Finnuba. The War Lord's eyes were red. His handsome face, which made the gods jealous, was distorted. The veins on his hand holding the Sunfire Sword were bulging. The blade and the scabbard clashed violently, making cracking noises.
"Everyone, Alissanda has been captured by the undead!"
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