Chapter 645 - v4c29p2 The Princess and Princess(3) (2/2)

“Huh,” she softly whispered.

“What’s going on?” Amandina looked futilely in that direction as she turned back and asked.

“There’s some strange fellows there,”

Medissa muttered.

……..

In the Tusankard Forest, the rainy weather that had lasted for many days seemed to have returned and revisit the Magitan and the surrounding areas after a brief period of clear weather.

To the inhabitants of Misty Forest, it seemed that they’ve barely had any good weather since Duke Arreck’s visit. The gloomy skies that brought rain always hovered overhead, although the rainy season began in April and May in the Tusankard region.

But this year seemed a little too much.

The wooden fence gate creaked and swayed as it was raised in the pouring rain, and a pair of cold eyes watched silently as the rain slid down the fence gate like a broken post, falling from the tip and then mixing into the mud again.

Two squires held up a cloak to s.h.i.+eld Count Radner from the incessant rain, and the privileged count of the kingdom watched in silence as the carriage on the drawbridge was led by the guards out of the city, and then he turned back and quickly disappeared into the city.

Propping up the curtain of the carriage window with one hand, Duke Arreck withdrew his gaze from that direction and snickered softly. The carriage was plunged back into darkness: “This old fox is careful yet greedy, and his indecision and stubbornness are precisely his greatest weaknesses.”

“I’m afraid that’s a typical weakness of n.o.bles as well, Duke.” A woman’s voice replied, “But at last, I’ve convinced this fellow that it wasn’t a wasted trip.”

“There will be times when he will regret it.” The husky voice smiled coldly.

“He just doesn’t have a choice; he may not sincerely join our cause. Then again, how can an unaccomplished and unsuccessful n.o.ble like this understand anything more profound.” Duke Arreck shook his head.

“Though, Duke Cohen, this fellow is not trustworthy; you had better be prepared.” He warned again.

“I’ve long been prepared.” The hoa.r.s.e voice replied gloomily, “He’s nothing more than a scapegoat.”

Arreck nodded and took one last glance in that direction with inexplicable eyes – the towering walls of the Magitan had already become only a faint shadow amidst the rain. Then he lowered the curtain, and the carriage reverted into darkness.

In a direction he could not see, Count Radner was being escorted down the castle’s spiral staircase by a knight, the dim light in the cyclorama reflecting on his face. The once irrepressible and powerful count of the kingdom now seemed to have doubt written in his every wrinkle.

“Father, do you really intend to ally yourself with those things.” A figure was already waiting below, and the n.o.ble youth raised his head and asked somewhat impatiently, “Once we agree, there will be no turning back.”

Radner looked at his second son, “Do we have a way out now, it seems like you still don’t understand your current situation.”

“No, I mean…”

“That’s enough.” Jean Denel interrupted him impatiently, “I know what you’re going to say, and of course I’d have prepared for it. Madara…at least with the Madara’s…”

He sighed, “Never mind, go contact the Kirrlutz.”

“The Kirrlutz?”

“There’s something they have to know,”

The count was silent for a moment before replying grudgingly.

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