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Chapter 564 Choice

The glimpse of the giant dragon disappears into the sky. Except for a few people, almost no one knows that a legendary race is paying attention to this land. The world is running as usual, and the giant sun rises and sets day by day. The weather is getting warmer day by day, and summer is gradually approaching - it seems that in the blink of an eye, spring is over, and the rush is overwhelming.

The war that had reignited in the eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plains unknowingly stopped after burning for a while.

At the giant wooden crossing, the fortress and the plain where the two armies faced off, large and small fortifications were intertwined, cutting the entire area into pieces. There were blockades everywhere, and kings were everywhere. Or the flags of the Eastlanders, heavily armed soldiers and knight officers wandered among these criss-crossing blockades, cautiously patrolling the land that temporarily belonged to them, and wary of the flags that were close to them—— But it is undeniable that a brief and fragile truce has been established.

Rumors abound. In this age where it is almost impossible to effectively control information, as long as a piece of news reaches people's ears and a bold person moves between regions, it will spread among people. spread, and differentiated into countless grotesque versions in the process of spreading.

Some people say that the king suffered a huge defeat, that Silver Castle could no longer withstand the pressure, and that the nobles of the royal capital were negotiating peace with the Eastern Territory. Others were spreading the completely opposite version, and some said it was Typhon. The empire is preparing to move at the border, and the pressure from foreign enemies has led to a truce between the two armies. Some people have connected this strange situation with the recent plague that has occurred frequently in the Giant Wood Crossing area...

In all versions of Among the rumors, the most reliable news came from the horse breeder who served for the Eastern Army. The horse breeder swore that he saw the elven giant eagle flying from the northwest, and that an elven messenger entered Prince Edmund's fortress. The order for a temporary truce came shortly after that.

On the east side of the giant wooden crossing, in the newly built fortress, a tall sentry tower stands on the city wall. Edmund Morn, wearing black armor and already growing a beard, stands on the top of the sentry tower. , looking at the scattered flags and large and small wooden camps in the plain area, the wind from the southwest whistled through the tower, rolling the flags above Prince Morn, making a hunting sound.

The sound of iron boots hitting the ground came from behind, and Duke Silas Loren, who was fully dressed in military uniform, came to the tower. The Duke of the East said in a deep voice: "The elves have left. "Your Highness."

"If they arrive seven days later, the giant wood crossing will be ours," Edmund Morn said softly, "The undisciplined soldiers of the coalition are no match for us. Even if they wear new equipment, they will just rush forward in a swarm and die."

The Duke of the East looked at the prince deeply: "But we must cease the war - this is a matter of great importance. "

"Yes, it's a matter of great importance - we are fighting for Anzu's future, not simply for Silver Castle"That position inside," Edmund said calmly, "Grand Duke Laurent, how is the order in the rear? "

"Everything is stable, Your Highness, there is no need to worry," Silas Loren nodded and said, "There is only a letter of concern from Belk - the Cecil people are mining with astonishing techniques and speed. The description of the mineral wealth in the White Sand Hills was so exaggerated that I didn’t even know whether to believe it or not. "

Edmund was a little curious: "What did he say? "

"...The Cecil people may blow up the 'Little Crow's Mouth Mountain' within this year, and they plan to blow up the second one next year. "

"...Berke doesn't seem to be a person who likes to exaggerate. ”

“He really doesn’t like exaggeration, Your Highness. "

"Then I am willing to believe him," Edmund said. "If the Cecil people have the ability to use some kind of magical weapon to blow open the walls of the Rock Fortress, then there is no reason why they should not use similar Explosions are used in mining mines. "

At this point, he couldn't help but sigh: "Although we have successfully built new factories in the east, the real technological foundation of the Cecil people is obviously not in those factories... We Already lagging behind in this regard. ”

“We are already negotiating with the immigration management officials in the southern border, hoping to send some literate apprentices to study in their ‘schools’. This does not seem to be completely prohibited in the southern border. "

Edmund nodded slightly: "Please pay more attention to this matter - talents are really important. ”

After a while, Duke Laurent left the tower, leaving only Edmund Morn standing on the platform at the top of the watchtower, standing quietly in the wind.

< p>However, the next second, a voice came to his ears: "You are really a wise king who governs the country, Your Highness. ”

Edmund Morn seemed to have been waiting for this voice for a long time. He turned his head calmly and looked at the brazier not far behind him. He watched as a figure gradually condensed in the brazier. The figure walked to the ground and transformed into a woman wearing a priest's robe, whose lower body was as weird and terrifying as a plant root system. He nodded coldly: "Here you are, Bertila. "

"You no longer deny the title of a wise king who governs the country? " Bertila moved her rustling root feet, with a hint of ridicule in her voice, "How mature... Last year you were still anxious to deny this title. "

"There is no need for me to argue with you on this issue. The relationship between you and me has not yet reached this level." Edmund Morn's voice became colder, "If You are here to cause trouble for those elves. I can only say that you came a step too late - they have already left and returned to Saint Sunil. "

"I'm not interested in those elves," Bertila chuckled. "It's you. Originally, you were going to announce your coronation after capturing the giant wood crossing, but now you are brought here by those elves. Isn’t it a pity that the news has spoiled the story? ”

Edmund silently raised the sheathed knife in his hand.The one-handed sword, the tip of the sword pointed at Bertila's throat. In the air between the sword and the throat, black cracks spread like life: "If you die here, will anyone feel sorry for you?"

"Put this toy away. It's better to play with it on the battlefield than to use it to threaten women here." Bertila flipped the one-handed sword in front of him lightly with his hand, "I'll do it. This is just to remind you, Your Highness, time is running out - if you want to leave a place for the people of Anzu in the new era, you'd better make a decision as soon as possible."

Edmund Moore. En stared into Bertila's eyes: "I have no interest in your so-called 'great evolution', nor do I care about your doomsday theories. Even if the so-called new era really exists, the Ansu people will have their own way of living. , you don’t need to worry about it.”

Bertila looked at Edmund quietly for a while, then shook his head and walked slowly back to the burning brazier: “It’s really impressive. Impressive speech, but it doesn't matter, we still have a little time, you still have time... to make a choice"

...

In many cases, the so-called "choice". It is just an illusion, a well-disguised established fact, placed in front of the person who makes the choice, so that the chooser can have the illusion that the situation is under his control, or allow the person who is already powerless to cover up his embarrassment.

In the Golden Oak Hall, the most powerful nobles in Ansu are still having a heated discussion. These famous families express their opinions on the situation in the kingdom and use various theories, allusions and arguments to prove themselves. His accurate judgment of the situation proves that every word he speaks is for the bright future of this kingdom. However, Victoria, who is sitting at the head of the long table, knows very well that these discussions and words are just for a person who can come to the conclusion without discussion at all. It just paves the way for the conclusion.

"...The Eastern Territory has accepted the conditions for a temporary truce. This is just the most basic reason. They are not qualified to represent Ansu..."

"Royal orthodoxy in Baiyin The people who can represent Ansu are also in Silver Castle!"

"But we have to take into account the tense situation in the Holy Spirit Plains. What we have to face is a group of thieves who are about to lose their minds..."

“Think long term, think long term...”

The earls, marquises, prime ministers of the kingdom, and military ministers, they spoke one after another, stating facts that a discerning person can see at a glance, Victoria. Looking at this scene with an indifferent expression, she looked to the left and saw that the Prince of Wales had the same indifferent expression as herself, while Duke Baldwin yawned greatly. She looked to the right again and saw that he was sitting not far away. Several elf envoys in the special seats were looking at him with confusion and boredom.

——Due to the special situation, the Golden Oak Hall has unprecedentedly allowed foreigners to enter and observe the meeting of nobles. But now it seems that friends from the Silver Empire really don’t understand some of the “rules” of human society. .

The one named Sonia ShuangyeThe elf blinked in the direction of Victoria and moved his lips a few times. Victoria heard the other party's voice ringing in her ears: "Why did they keep emphasizing this issue for so long?"

Victoria Reluctantly summoning up his magic power, he sent his voice over: "Because some words require a great responsibility."

"We understand this, but they discussed it for too long. "Sonia Shuangye's voice was still very confused, "We elves can live for thousands of years, but in my opinion, meetings like yours are still a waste of time... Do these people who speak have different life spans from ordinary humans? "?"

Victoria: "..."

This question is a bit beyond her knowledge.

She shook her head and decided to end those time-wasting discussions, so she lightly knocked on the table: "Gentlemen, ladies - it's time for us to draw a conclusion."

The buzzing discussion stopped immediately, and a pair of eyes almost invariably fell on Victoria, Wales and Baldwin.

The Duchess of the North sighed secretly: In the end, no one dared to say the only choice.

Forget it, anyway, the Wilder family has been privately called "usurpers" in the past century. Isn't the image of myself, the Northern Duke, in everyone's mind inherently dictatorial?

"There is no need to argue about royal orthodoxy, but the fact is that we must put this issue aside for now - the rebels in the east cannot represent Ansu, and we...can't currently. The only one who can come forward now He is not in Silver Castle, he is in the South."

A middle-aged nobleman with a slightly stout figure and meticulously groomed hair spoke at the right time, with a solemn expression on his face: "Duchess, you. It makes sense, but the Southern Territory has not expressed any attitude towards Ansu's ownership of the royal power. Now that the important task of representing Ansu is handed over to Duke Cecil, then..."

Victoria looked at the other party. At a glance: "Earl of Bahrain, you can nominate the person you think is suitable."

"...I mean it would be perfect to hand this important task to Duke Cecil!"

"Very good, the matter is settled."

In the special seats beside the long table, the elf envoys watched the entire long and boring meeting with confusion, until Victoria? Wilder suddenly brought out the results of the meeting, and several envoys breathed a sigh of relief.

Sonia Shuangye could not help but shake her head and whispered to her companions: "In comparison, the efficiency of the Gaoling Kingdom is much higher than them."

"Human meetings are always like this."

"They can only live for a hundred years in total and yet they dare to act like this. They are really powerful..."

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