When Laurent Leo Cornwall walked into the living room of the mansion, wearing an elegant man's shirt and breeches, with the Sword of Goronne, which had been passed down through generations of Dukes of Connet's ancestors, on his waist, Francois and Leon both stood up to greet him. This Duke of Connet with the title of "Lionheart" was also a noble Knight of the Holy Grail, just like them.
"Long time no see, Lauon," François said with a smile. "Congratulations on completing the trial and returning."
"Long time no see, Mr. Lauon. It's an honor to meet you," Laing also said. "You must have something important to discuss with me, right?"
"Indeed."
Lauon looked to be about 30 years old. Compared to Laing, who was in the advanced legendary level, he should have reached the peak of legendary. His blue eyes were full of piety and wisdom, but also a little annoyance. The clean and beautiful brown goatee was very carefully decorated. The white cloak of a Knight of the Holy Grail was behind him, and the golden badge of a Knight of the Holy Grail was hanging on his chest. "Can we talk in private? This place … is not suitable. "
François nodded. "Get that room."
The mansion owned by Duke Winford was not very big, but in the mansion, there was a room like this. This room only had one door, and three sides were facing the garden and the pool. It was specially used for secret talks.
A round table was placed in the middle of the small room. The servant served some fruits, snacks, and a few goblets, and then bowed and left.
"What happened that made our Duke of Connet pay a special visit at this time?" François sat down calmly, and Laing also asked curiously.
Neither Laing nor François had a special relationship with this new Duke of Connet. Among them, Laing was better. When he defeated the Doomsday Bull and went down the mountain, he met Lauon, who was still a Knight of Mission at that time, and the two had a good talk. However, François really did not have any friendship with Lauon. According to the Duke himself, he had not even seen Lauon's face once.
"It's indeed a little embarrassing to visit so late at night." Ron nodded awkwardly. His expression was calm as he continued, "It's just that I thought about it. Before my father left office, he told me that if I had any hesitation, I could discuss it with His Excellency François, and Laing happened to be here too."
"What is it?" asked Francois, following Lawn's lead.
"… Sir François, Laing, you must have heard of him, right? Have there been some warehouse fires in the Duchy of Connet recently? "Laughan asked in a low voice.
Both of them knew about this, so Laing and François both nodded. Recently, two warehouses in the Duchy of Connet caught fire, and a lot of food and stored supplies were lost. "Do you know why?"
"Of course I know the reason." Ron's expression was serious, and his voice was a little annoyed. "It's my fault. After I became the new duke, I immediately ordered a thorough inspection of all the food, weapons, equipment, and material reserves in the warehouses of the territory."
"You're impulsive, Ron!" François immediately said, and the duke immediately pointed out Ron's problem. "Yes, you should check, but you shouldn't check immediately. You should send your capable courtiers and loyal squires to check the storage situation of the major warehouses and who the managers are. As soon as you took office, you announced that you were going to check all the warehouses with great fanfare, so there must be something wrong with this matter."
"Yes, obviously, the actual food stored in these two warehouses is likely to have been eroded a lot. If Sir Ron wants to do a routine inspection, then these nobles in charge of managing the warehouses can still transfer funds to each other and move around. But Sir Ron, you want to thoroughly inspect all the warehouses, then …" Laing shook his head. "They can't deal with this problem, so they simply burned it down. The dead tell no tales."
"You should understand this matter, Ron. You are also a duke. There are some things you have to know in your heart. You can either be like Bodrick and avoid this situation by appointing a joint management of acting officials, local officials, and sea priests, or you can be like Berchemund and replace the acting official whenever he is arrogant and conceited." François continued, "You can take care of him directly."
"I understand, Sir François. Laing, I found this during the thorough investigation." Ron took out a note. "This note was found by a higher vampire during the thorough investigation. I personally took care of him and found this note in his residence."
Laing and François were only then attracted to it. "These are words written in blood."
"It's the Blood Breed language." François shook his head. "Maybe we need a …"
"Serve the master, or die. You know, Guer's real master is not you." Laing read it directly.
"You also know the Blood Breed language?!" François said in surprise.
"Yes, my Duke. That's all there is on the note. It's like a warning." Laing touched his chin. The incoherent content made him feel very strange. "There's nothing else."
"Is this like a request for a merger?" Ron also said doubtfully, "Some superior vampire is asking a inferior vampire to obey his orders? Then what is the master? "
"No matter if it's a vampire or an undead, they all have only one master." Laing said lightly. "The Lord of the Dead, Nagash."
After hearing this name, François and Ron's faces became very solemn.
Laing stood up. "Shall I go directly to the Holy Grail Cathedral and report to Her Highness Morgiana?"
"Wait, Laing!" François hurriedly shook his head. "Laing, don't be impulsive. The effect of what you're doing is not necessarily good. Instead, it's dangerous to act rashly and alert the enemy. Besides, what can we prove with just this paragraph? You know, there are countless vampires lurking in the upper class of this country. Acting rashly is not good for us. "
"I think so too. I think the vampires are planning something." Ron pinched his chin and asked François, "Could it be Kemmler Heinrich?"
Kemmler Heinrich, the Great Necromancer, had tried to enter Brittany twice to find something. The first time, he was defeated by the army led by François. The second time, Kemmler Heinrich learned his lesson and led an army of undead to enter Brittany through the Isolorne Forest …
Then there was no then. They could only be sure that Kemmler was not dead.
"It's possible. It's suspicious, but we can't be sure." François said. The Grand Duke seemed to have taken this matter to heart. "Then, what are the vampires looking for?"
"A book, a book that records the Lord of the Dead, Nagash's lifetime of magic attainments," Ron suddenly said. "You must remember when I barged into my father's banquet dressed in rags and asked him for help."
Ryan and Francois both nodded. This was quite famous, and all the Knights of the Holy Grail knew about it. Even the nobles of the entire kingdom knew about it. Fortunately, Lauren had succeeded in becoming a Knight of the Holy Grail. Otherwise, it would have been a joke.
"At that time, a Necromancer named Medron led an army of undead to march from the underground river on the north bank of Connet to the capital, Culona." Ron recalled the past, and the corners of his eyes were full of grief. "I found out about this. I knew that no one would believe me when I said that the undead marched from the underground river, so I returned to the family castle alone and asked my father for help."
"Sixteen knights rushed into the underground river in the cave with us. We paid a great price. In the end, everyone died in battle. There were still hundreds of undead in the army. Even my best friend, Bourcade, was burned to death by the Necromancer, Medron, and turned into molten iron. I was the only one left," Ron said. "In my desperation, I rushed forward and fell into the underground river with Mydron in my arms, sinking into the underground lake. It was only from the desperate cries of that evil wizard that I learned that his goal was to obtain one of the Nine Scrolls of Necromancy that Nagash had left behind in Britannia." Laun said in a sorrowful voice.
"Then, when I woke up, I found myself at the bottom of the lake, but I didn't drown. I knew it was the Lady who saved me. I could even feel her power healing my injuries. So I clenched her blessed sword and pierced Medron in the water." Ron ended his memories. It was obvious that this Knight of the Holy Grail felt very guilty for the sixteen knights who were willing to follow him but had all died in battle.
"My respects to you, Lord Ron." Laing was in awe. François also expressed his respect.
A knight who was recognized by the Lady of the Lake was undoubtedly a knight of the Eight Virtues and strength.
"So, in summary, the undead came to Brittany to find one of the Nine Scrolls of Nagash, and their current goal is to gather their forces?" François said to Ron. "You and I will send people to investigate this matter first. It's not easy to get in touch with Her Highness Morgiana, so Laing will be in charge. If there is any news, immediately inform Commander Eugene of the Holy Grail Knights' division in Culona. I will also go there myself!"
"I know!"
At this time, thunder rumbled outside.
"It's raining." Laing and François sent Ron out of the mansion. The new Duke of Connet rode away on his horse. Even in the rain, the Knight of the Holy Grail walked very fast. He disappeared around the corner.
"Get ready. This knight's conference may not be peaceful. Ron is a trustworthy person." François walked to Laing and whispered, "If he is not loyal, Louis will not be assured to give him the title of Duke, and the Lady will not recognize him."
"I'm not worried about that." Laing shook his head. He felt that something was wrong. "The Holy Grail is a gift from the Lady, so of course I'm not worried. I'm just worried … What if the vampires are not looking for the Nine Scrolls, or something else?"
"What do you mean?" François was also thinking. The wise Duke had fought vampires many times, and he knew that they were the most cunning creatures. "Looking for the Nine Scrolls is just a cover?"
"No, I mean, the Nine Scrolls are indeed priceless to the vampires, but … Could there be something else that attracts them?" Laing began to think of something.
He thought of Morgiana being cursed by a powerful undead, and also the attack in Bereon and the Night of Blood that Morgiana had mentioned.
Could it be related to the vampires' plan?
No one knew.
…
More and more knights began to pour into Culona, ready to participate in the knight's conference. Laing and the others estimated that at least five or six hundred young knights would participate in the conference.
The young knights from the Winford Duchy also came to the registration point, and the knights from the twelve duchies signed up.
The registration point was very crowded. The young knights were full of passion, shouting their names and showing their coats of arms. Behind the white arch, a white-haired Marquis was presiding over the registration ceremony. The long line of knights stretched over two blocks. To show their piety and virtue to the Lady, all the knights were fully armed and lined up in person. Even the Duke's daughter was no exception. Suria stood in the crowd, waiting for the line to move forward at a snail's pace.
Laing, François, and Julius stood in the distance. When François saw the white-haired Marquis, a strange smile flashed across his face. "It's really hard for him."
"Hard for him? My Duke, who is he? " Laing asked curiously, because he found that even Julius, who was serious to the point of being rigid, could not help but laugh.
"His name is Charles, the eldest son of Richard. He's also the Marquis of Le-Angouland, the first successor to the Duke of Le-Angouland," Julius explained. "In a way, he's also the Crown Prince. As long as Richard designates him as the successor and Her Highness Morgiana agrees, he'll be the next King."
Crown Prince? An old man in his seventies or eighties? Ryan thought to himself, this guy doesn't even have a single strand of hair on his head. How can he still be king?
"Is he really the eldest son of King Richard? Why do I feel like he's older? "Laing complained.
"That's because he's not strong enough. He's only a mid-elite. At seventy years old, he'll naturally look very old." François continued the conversation with a strange smile on his face. "He was confirmed as the first successor to the Duke at the age of three, and he was enfeoffed as the Marquis of Le-Angouland at the age of ten."
"But it's been sixty-seven years since then. The toddler has become a white-haired old man, but Charles still can't wait until the day he inherits the Duke's title. Well, he's also waiting for Richard to pass the throne to him."
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