Chapter 455： Summon (1/2)

Forty-six days.

Baron Sunderland sat quietly on the single bed of his own, facing the wall, counting the scratches on the wall from the beginning to the end, and then counting from the end to the end.

He has been in this cell for forty-six days.

As a member of the Southland aristocracy who responded to the Count of Hosman, he knew that he was very lucky. Because of the low title, he was not qualified to be close to the ranks of the Count of Hosman, so he escaped the shelling on the gravel ridge. And then because of the low position, he was thrown away by the large forces when he fled, and it became one of the first aristocrats captured by the Cecils. Instead, he was less likely to survive the night and night in the wilderness. Some hardships.

But he doesn't know how long his "lucky" can last.

The defeat of the aristocratic coalition seems to have been a thing of the last century. The inspiring but end-of-life tragedy has now become a nightmare that has been deliberately avoided, but is constantly being replayed in the mind, Baron Sunderland knows. Except for the Cecil family and a small number of people who were loyal to Cecil in advance, all the nobles were finished, even though he had been so illusory when he was just locked in this cell, fantasizing the Cecil. Lost in the follow-up battles, and finally reached a stalemate with the Southland nobility, but he finally waited for one after another new "Prisoners"

A familiar face was thrown into the cell, and each face meant that a new piece of land fell into the hands of the Cecils. When more than half of the aristocrats in the South appeared in this “prisoner of war camp”, Viscount Sunderland accepted the fact that there would be no turning point.

Now, like all other aristocratic prisoners, he can only stay quietly in this cell, waiting for the Duke of Govin Cecil to call himself one day and give a clear result.

There was a commotion from the cell next door.

Baron Sunderland looked up and saw the Viscount of the "Prisoner" who was in the same room as himself. He also raised his head. The two men listened to the movement in the cell next door and looked at each other for a moment. Shaking his head and smiling.

"It’s the ones who got back from the Rock Fortress," said the Countess Trier, smiling. "It seems that they are not adapted to the 'rules' here."

"The same was true at the beginning," Baron Sunderland also said with a smile. "Listen, they ask the guards to salute them, and ask for red wine and pillows, and even emphasize the problem of ransom... I haven’t heard it for a long time. These words."

The people who lived in the cell next door were only taken in a few days ago. They came from the Rock Fortress. Baron Sunderland once thought that these people had escaped the pursuit of the Cecils and returned to their respective territories, but now Only then did they know that they just hid in the fortress in the north.

These new "Prisoners" brought amazing news to the aristocratic prisoners in the prison camp. According to their description, the Rock Fortress has fallen under the attack of the Cecils. The legendary fortress has persisted for two days. To.

Even according to some sayings, the real offense only lasted for about half a day. In two days, it was the time to set up the Cecil people to camp.

Baron Sunderland has lived here for forty-six days. He has successfully adapted and accepted the status quo at the moment, but it is clear that those who have just entered will need a period of buffering to understand the situation.

After the movement in the cell next door finally came to an end, Viscount Trier asked: "What do you think the Duke of Govin Cecil wants?"

"Perhaps the unconditional allegiance of all the southern nobles, just as loyal to the king," Baron Sunderland said of his own speculation. "We can already see that this war is actually driven by him. He obviously wants Returning your own things to the South will re-emerge as the Principality of Cecil."

"...the Principality of Cecil," Trevor Trier said for a moment, and sighed. "I thought so after he was not asking for a ransom."

Baron Sunderland picked up: "It could be worse..."

Viscount Trier wanted to ask the other person what the "worse" in the mouth meant, but before he spoke, the sound of a military boot on the concrete floor interrupted his door and opened, wearing a magic armor. Cecil soldiers stood at the door and said in a cold voice: "The Duke wants to see you."

The Baron Sunderland and the Viscounts of Trier suddenly raised their heads and looked at them with surprise and surprise:

After waiting for so long and worried and worried, did Gao Wen Cecil finally summon the nobles in the South? !

......

In the city of Cecil, in the lounge next to the conference hall of the Office of Government Affairs, Gao Wenzheng waited leisurely, next to him was Heti quietly standing and amber that was not quiet.

"Hey, hey, do you think that the nobles will be convinced by you?" Amber glanced at the file on the table next to him and couldn't help but get together in front of Gao Wen. "These things are almost dead for them."哎"

"Slightly pay attention to a little etiquette?" Hetty couldn't help but frown. "This is in the Office of Administration, you must at least be conscious..."