At 4: 30 in the afternoon, in the officer's mess of the Bordero Galleon "Fury of Mannen", Laing said to Fedmond, "We're not giving these gifts to him for free. When we catch those rogue knights and the mastermind behind this, if we have evidence to prove that it was the Estalian who ordered it, we can go directly to the main shrine of Mirmidia in Magritte with weapons and ask Archbishop Giovanni or Sir Lorenzo for an explanation!"
Isabella Giovanni, Archbishop of Mirmidia, the most powerful person in Estalia, a woman.
Lorenzo Marco, Commander of the Eagle Knights.
Both of them had unparalleled political power in Estalia. Even the most powerful Duke of Magritte, Rubio Sungazer, didn't dare to provoke them. After all, more than half of the entire army in Estalia were believers of Mirmidia.
Fedmond frowned and remained silent. No one knew why the new Holy Grail Knight's expression changed.
Olica sneered. On the one hand, the dark elves were mocking the humans for using such a troublesome method to get back their things. On the other hand, they felt that the son of Duke Bordero in front of them only had such a low IQ. It was a little unreasonable.
For dark elves, they had to spend their lives in endless bloodshed, killing, and conspiracies from the beginning. Even when they reached adulthood, they couldn't slack off for even a moment. Olica was the same. She had always tasted the eternal struggle, spent her life in murder and conspiracies, until she became Laing's maid …
Master is still the most handsome and powerful! The dark elf thought happily in her heart.
Laing somewhat understood why Duke Bordero wanted him to take care of his son.
As a Holy Grail Knight, Fedmond's bravery and virtue were qualified.
But as the heir of a duke, Fedmond's political skills and political sensitivity were not qualified. After the long Holy Grail Expedition, Fedmond became fond of using force and invoking the virtues of chivalry to solve problems.
Duke Bordero wasn't satisfied with this, and the awkward part was that Duke Bordero wasn't a Holy Grail Knight. Sometimes, it wasn't appropriate for him to criticize Fedmond's words and deeds.
So I'm here to help you take care of your son? Laing thought to himself.
Forget it, there were still many benefits to bringing along this future duke's heir. Laing needed such a strong ally, François was one, and so would Feedmond in the future. Furthermore, the conditions offered by Duke Bodrick were indeed not bad.
"This is different from what I imagined. I thought we could start the investigation as soon as we arrived at Billy Bally. Now it seems that it is not that simple." Fedmond could refute Bodrick's guidance because his father was not a Holy Grail Knight. However, the person in front of him was not only the Holy Grail Knight Captain, but also the Chosen of the Lake Fairy.
"This is the mortal world, a human country. We are the citizens of Order. We've always ruled our citizens through faith and law. Similarly, since we want to ascend to Estalia, we need to deal with the local nobles." Laing took a sip of Empire stout and continued, "Humans are social creatures. If we can't use the excuse of looking for rogue knights as an excuse to invade, then what's the difference between us and the Nosikas who believe in Chaos?"
"But … we don't have many clues at the moment." Fedmond finally reluctantly accepted Laing's suggestion. However, due to the fact that his family's heirloom had been stolen and the grudge of having his ancestral grave dug up, he only calmed down temporarily. "If we waste too much time, I'm afraid that those rogue knights will move Poseidon's Trident away."
"How did you determine that the rogue knights were in Billy Bally?" Laing continued to ask.
Fedmond began to tell the whole story.
After the grave was stolen, Duke Bodrick's first reaction was that Muxilon's vampire army in the north wanted to steal Poseidon's Trident. Therefore, he sent troops to guard the ports and Muxilon's epidemic belt to check travelers and passersby. However, they could not find Poseidon's Trident.
Just when Duke Bodrick was at his wit's end, Poseidon Mannen told him in a dream that the people who stole Poseidon's Trident were heading south. Duke Bodrick immediately led the Poseidon Knights south and finally caught a … serf in Beleon.
The serf took the initiative to find Duke Bodrick and wanted to flatter him. He said that he had information about the rogue knights and asked for a reward. Duke Bodrick, who had no time to waste with the serf, tortured the serf on the spot. The dying serf was forced to open his mouth. It turned out that the rogue knights had a plan. They took advantage of the chaotic political situation in Beleon and set up camp here. The serf happened to hear their conversation when he went hunting in the mountains.
A few Estalians spent a lot of money to hire the rogue knights to steal Poseidon's Trident and agreed that both parties would deliver the goods in the forest near Billy Bally.
That was what happened. The serf did not know anything else. Moreover, it had been some time since the incident. The rogue knights must have arrived in Billy Bally to deliver the goods.
"I see. So we have to take back Poseidon's Trident from the rogue knights before they deliver the goods?" Veronica asked. She also felt that the problem was difficult to solve. Military operations in other countries had to be very careful. One mistake and they would be besieged by the whole country.
"What if we find out that Poseidon's Trident has been sold to the Estalians behind the scenes?" Paladin Alfred Frey asked.
"Even so, we still have to take back the family heirloom of Duke Bordro." Fedmond's attitude towards this matter was concise and comprehensive.
"It shouldn't be that easy to deliver the goods." In this regard, Laing raised an objection. He shook his head and said, "If the Estalians are really planning to hide behind the scenes, then the delivery must be very careful. Moreover, with the chaos in Estalia … Anyway, wait until we reach Billy Bally and see what happens. Fedmond, other than this, is there any other news?"
"No." Fedmond shook his head.
"Hmm …" Laing picked up the information on the table.
The Duchy of Billy Bally was mainly composed of three forces. They were Duke Silva of Billy Bally, the Merchant Alliance of Estalia, and the Burning Sun Knights.
Duke Silva of Billy Bally controlled part of the army and navy of the Duchy. The Duchy was located in the north of Estalia and controlled part of the coast. The land here was very desolate and there were many cliffs, so the main income was from sea trade. As the Duke of Billy Bally, Silva controlled a powerful fleet to protect the law and order.
In addition, the Merchant Alliance of Estalia also had a foothold here. In the freer southern countries, the people were more free and lawless because they were far away from the threat of Chaos and the Green Dwarfs. Therefore, the merchants had a certain status, just like in Marienburg.
Then there was the Burning Sun Knights of the Empire. This group of knights from the Empire had less than 60 people, but no one dared to underestimate them because they had a powerful country behind them.
"Karl-franz is probably the best leader at using diplomatic means." Laing pointed at the map and smiled as he said, "Because of him, Estalia lacks a powerful army. In Estalia, all the armies are eager to join the Empire and serve the Empire. Compared to the divided Estalia, the powerful Empire is more attractive to the people here. The grandeur and power of the Empire are so eye-catching that a large number of high-quality people will flow to the Empire to serve Emperor Karl-franz. This is the 'Empire' diplomacy established by Emperor Carl, which is mainly targeted at the southern countries. Every year, the Empire can obtain brave new soldiers and high-quality people from Estalia."
He only cares about his port and doesn't care about the Orc tribes that are wreaking havoc in the southern forests. The Merchant Alliance is greedy for money. They only want to obtain more wealth and open up new shipping routes. Under their instigation, the Estalians have had many maritime disputes and border conflicts with us. These people will only hinder our investigations! " Fedmond frowned and said, "Lastly, there's the Burning Sun Knights of the Empire. They have too few people, so I can't think of how they can help us."
"You can't think of it that way, Fedmond." Laing shook his head and pointed at the port of the Burning Sun Dukedom.
"As you said, Duke Silva of Billibaly is a tyrant. It may be a disaster for his people, but it's something we can't ask for more."
"Something we can't ask for?" Fedmond was puzzled.
"Humans have their own desires. Since Duke Villibari didn't care about the Orc tribe in the Southern Forest, as long as we find out what he likes, he can ignore our investigation and even our invasion of Orc territory. Isn't that good news for us?" Lionheart said slowly.
"That's right, that's true." Fedmond nodded.
"As for the Merchant Alliance, we don't have to worry about them making things difficult for us. On the contrary, the merchants will treat us as VIPs," Laing said.
"But the merchants are always instigating the Estalian nobles to start a war with the Brittany …" Fedmond seemed to have grasped something.
"Yes, they're merchants. Merchants are bound to follow the flow of profits. They abide by basic order, but they crave chaos." Leon continued, "Instigating a war is not because they really want an all-out war. The merchants just want to create chaos. Creating chaos means that prices will fluctuate. The merchants will profit, but as long as we make a stance, that is, if we can't find Poseidon's Trident, we will flip the table and cut off the trade route. What can these merchants use to challenge us? Their escorts? Mercenaries? Aren't you confident in your skills and the Sea God's Fleet? Fedmond? The merchants won't go that far. Peace brings wealth. They are weaker than we thought. If the situation gets really tense, they will definitely stand up and help us. "
"I see! I understand now! " Fedmond heaved a sigh of relief. After listening to Laing's analysis, the eldest son of the Duke asked, "What about the Scorching Sun Knights?"
"The Scorching Sun Knights will be our allies. We need to know how to use them." Laing's finger traced the trade route from Estalia to the Empire, all the way to the headquarters of the Scorching Sun Knights, Tara Beheim. "The Empire and Brittany have a centuries-old alliance. We've always fought side by side against many enemies. The Scorching Sun Knights also value chivalry. In addition, I've signed many agreements with the Empire, so it shouldn't be a problem to communicate with them."
"The Scorching Sun Knights have operated the trade route between the Empire and Estalia for five hundred years. They have great influence and channels to recruit soldiers in Estalia. At the same time, they have peripheral personnel and even small fortresses on the main routes. If I'm not wrong, the Scorching Sun Knights might be able to provide us with more clues if we search for the whereabouts of the rogue knights."
By the time he finished speaking, it was already six in the evening. The chefs served up a feast of bread, cheese, smoked meat, and fresh fish, accompanied by Bordeaux wine.
"Lord Laing, I'm really impressed by your wisdom!" After listening to Laing's analysis, Fedmond was much calmer. He took the initiative to fill Laing's glass with red wine. "This time, with you with us, we'll definitely be able to take back Poseidon's Trident!"
"I'm not worried about these people now." Laing was still frowning. "My fellow humans still abide by the rules. What I'm really worried about is … according to our intelligence, an Orc tribe has been wreaking havoc in Estalia recently, destroying many villages."
"There will be a solution, Laing. There's no point in thinking so much now." Veronica patted Laing's hand. "Our Garland Council has an office in Magritte. Lady Melissa will provide us with help."
"I remember that Chairman Margarita was born in Estalia?" Laing suddenly thought of something.
"Magritte, Margarita. My dear, do you still not understand?" Veronica smiled sweetly. "Just listen to her name and you'll know that she's from Estalia."
"I've never really cared about such things …" Laing complained. "Let's not talk about other things. Nord is called Laing, Brittany is called Leon, and Estalia is called Leo. But these three words all mean 'lion'. Could it be that those who are called 'lion' are from the same country?"
"They're all humans." Frey concluded the dinner.
"Hahahaha ~"
After dinner, Laing and the others returned to the cabin. Frey bade farewell to them. "Then … good friends, I'll be going down."
"Have a nice night, Ah Fu." Laing also bade farewell to Frey and opened the door. The count himself was lying on the sofa, bored. The dark elf brewed black tea for him. "Master, please have some tea."
"And Lady Veronica."
"Thank you." Veronica kicked off her high heels and sat on the bed naturally. Garland sneered. "You're really here to take care of Duke Bodrick's son."
"Why wouldn't I be?" Laing motioned for Olica to come over and let him hug her. The dark elf maid took off her shoes and obediently snuggled into Laing's arms.
"That old nephew of yours still needs to be trained. He's already in his fifties, but he's still so immature when it comes to these things." Veronica rubbed her waist. She always spoke her mind in front of Ryan.
"Old nephew … hahaha ~" Laing couldn't help but laugh after hearing Veronica's words. What the hell was an old nephew? Feldmond was already in his fifties, and he was only in his early thirties.
"By the way, Olica, Veronica, have you decided who's going to sleep on the sofa tonight?" Laing hugged Olica's soft body and smiled mischievously.
"No one sleeps on the sofa tonight, Master." The dark elf's answer was thought-provoking.
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