Chapter 859 (1/2)

”He promised?!”

Brandon de sallion took over the messenger's letter covered with ”top secret” in the military camp of the saxophone expeditionary Corps in the Principality of Boye.

”Yes - ten days ago, Duke Byrne's mission and team had already set out, and now they should have just entered the territory of El Mans.” the dusty messenger had no time to wipe off the sweat on his forehead and nodded with stunned force:

”At this speed, you will reach shenlinbao in the north of lottel in a month at most.”

”A month, so fast?” the surprised red haired boy exclaimed, frowning deeper.

It was originally thought that even if he had to accept the appointment, Loren Turin would at most deal with the matter and delay time to find a solution to the problem; But according to his current efficiency, I'm afraid he really plans to be an ”imperial envoy”.

This guy... Is it really Loren Turin, his lord wizard adviser - when did he become so loyal to the Empire?!

Or does he have other plans and just don't plan to discuss with himself for some reason?

The puzzling Brandon shook his head desperately, preferring the latter.

No matter what, Loren Turin has gone to lottel. In other words, Bayern's support will become extremely limited in the next three months to six months;

This means that his original plan to put pressure on East Saxony, lift the blockade on himself and coordinate the power alliance between Boye and Bain, the Principality of Arles, had to be cancelled;

This means that if you really have any thoughts about yourself, it's half a year;

The only thing we can rely on and rely on is the Lord of Boye, the Archduke of the machete, the shelter of Sarika Jonah - it is conceivable that once she knows this, she will speak loudly.

At the thought of this, the red haired boy sighed, and his bright eyes twinkled with tangled light.

Want to think about selling hue?

”Your Highness Brandon, the countess Charlotte of the red blood castle is still waiting for a reply.” the messenger who stood up carefully looked at the prince in front of him: ”what do you want to give her, or the Duke of Loren who was sent to the ancient wood forest...”

”Wait a minute!”

The red haired boy raised his hand abruptly and interrupted the messenger's words. His pupils shook suddenly.

Ancient wood forest, why ancient wood forest... No, why must it be Loren Turin?

The explanation of the sky palace is that the two sides have a deep friendship... Nonsense. If there is a deep friendship, Reuven Fred, the heir of lottel, has been dealing with the elves there in the past few years, isn't he a more suitable candidate?!

Set aside your best assistant and break the balance between yourself and your brother? It's possible, but it's not a father's style; If he is really ready to die peacefully, he will not easily break the balance after supporting himself.

So... It's not an internal struggle, the enemy comes from the outside.

What happened in the ancient wood forest that made his father want to fight so fiercely? He didn't hesitate to coerce Loren to obey his orders - and determined that only Loren could solve the problem?!

”Ancient wood forest... Azores... What the hell happened in those ghost places?” whispered Brandon de sallion.

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”I'm surprised... You don't know.”

At the fortress of duanjie mountain, Conrad de saleon knocked on the table and stared at the opposite side: ”to tell you the truth, this is the first time I'm a little disappointed.”

”I'm very sorry, but the night watchman doesn't always know everything.” Edward, the night watchman with his hands on his back, said coldly, ”especially from the heavenly palace, your majesty Eckhart II - your father's direct order.”

”We can tell you that you did have this order. We can tell you where your Majesty was, what books were at hand, the scenery outside the window, the weather, the color of clothes, the quality of sleep, the dishes for lunch, the chatting of servants and guards outside the door, and the maid who slept with you at night...”

”But I can't tell you what your Majesty was thinking - because our ability is too limited.”

Dang -!

The heavy Saxophone long sword came out of its scabbard and hit Edward's thin shoulder with a dull sound. The blade was close to the edge of his neck.

The night watchman's cheeks trembled slightly and his body remained motionless.

”Pay attention to your tone of voice, sir.” a powerful voice came from behind and made an undisguised threat: ”this is duanjie mountain fortress. Dare to disrespect the crown prince, I promise you...”

”Dreisis!”

The expressionless connord interrupted the ”threat” of his deputy commander and cavalry captain, and slowly got up: ”don't scare our guests, and I don't think simple threat is of little significance to a night watchman.”

”Unless you're really going to kill him, this sword is like iron for him - lack of fear, the best professional quality of an imperial night watchman.” looking into Edward's eyes, the crown prince asked softly:

”Am I right?”

”You're ridiculous.” Edward remained motionless, neither humble nor arrogant.

The sword on the shoulder had been removed, leaving only a trace near the clavicle.

”The last thing, Edward, please tell me;” Connor whispered, ”is this information... Sent by LUT infinite or an adult in the imperial capital, or...”

”... what does Father mean?”

The cavalry captain dreisis was slightly surprised and suddenly looked back.

His royal highness, the unsmiling crown prince, has sharp eyes and wants to get the answer directly from the night watchman's eyes.

”The information itself is not a secret, even if I don't say it, it's not difficult for you to know.” Edward, the night watchman, looked at him calmly:

”But it was the emperor's will to order me to convey this information to you.”

The air became quiet.

Connord de sallion, who did not change his face, set off a huge wave in his heart.

This is the father... The great lord Eckhardt II is warning himself?

Duke Byrne's mission is a ”compromise” reached between him and Loren Turin, and he is not allowed to intervene more?

”I see. I should be more than the only one warned, right?” Conrad looked at him seriously. ”The fortress of duanjie mountain... Should not be your last stop, Sir Edward?”