The Amber Sword

When Count Denel had read the report in his hand, he gently placed the parchment on the top of a fireplace, with little silence from this long-suffering old nobleman. After a while, he looked up and looked at his belly assistant with a gloomy expression:

“How long ago was this report when I was a waste and my people were a waste? ”

“Half a month ago. ”

“It's been half a month since Tony Gehl made such a mess. ”

“My lord, this may not be a riot.” Let Count Denel's heart say: "Sir Mintai is no longer defeated, nor defeated by a bunch of Uyghurs. ”

“The other side is mercenaries, just mercenaries are boring flies, and they don't smell profits, and they don't buzz --” replied Count Denel, “there's someone behind them. ”

Although the report mentions that Groudin has offended the mercenaries, this long-suffering old nobleman knows them well and without adequate conditions, they will not easily confront the powerful lords of the land.

They wouldn't have thought that Groudin still had his presence behind him.

Steady the whole person of Count Denel and light a grandmother green ring on his right index finger with his left hand. Everyone familiar with him knows that, in general, this means that the Count is thinking and is intrusive when he thinks.

When his heart saw the scene, he consciously shut his mouth and waited for the other party to make a decision.

“I only care about two things," the elderly Count thought for a long time and replied, “First, is Groudin dead or alive? Secondly, who's behind this? ”

He humbly lowered his head to make a listening appearance, knowing that the big man's words were not finished.

But it was at this time that the door 'Kala' was opened, interrupting Count Denel's words and walking into a tall young man from the outside.

“Father.”

The voice of that young man was one step faster than that of a man, and he had great temper.

“How many times have I told you, knock on the door before you come in," he answered calmly, letting Denel shut up and look at it —— or slanted it. ”

“Big time man, didn't you tell me, Father? ”

The young man came to his father as a meteor. The young man, dressed in black, sleeves and neckline and wearing a Phnom Penh trench coat, with a long sword at his waist, is the second son of Count Denel - and the only son of his age who has not been sealed - who voluntarily renounced the enclosure and insisted on remaining with Count Denel.

Of course Count Denel understood his son's thoughts, but he didn't mind, just saying, "Looks like you know? ”

Urgent intelligence shocked the whole of Fort Patalson, and he did not think it strange that his son had arrived so quickly, which, if he did not know, would indicate that the other party was too alert.

“Well, is something wrong?” The young man looked around and then glanced up on the couch beside him and asked.

“Something happened to your brother. ”

“Really?”

For the first time, Count Denel frowned a little angrily and said, "Sounds like something happened to your own brother, as if you were happy? ”

“I'm sorry, Father,” the young man picked up one side of the cup and put it down with a smile: "I know it's not good, but there's nothing I can do, I still won't hide my emotions. ”

The smile on his face was obvious and clearly made Count Denel look good.

The old Count shook his head, and in that time he did not taste the same, but in his view it was a small matter; but the struggle between families was one thing, unlike the injury of outsiders to his descendants, a precedent that could never be set in any nobility.

Even the struggle between nobility and nobility seldom kills each other. Conspiracy and violence are two things, and noble blood is precious and must not be shed in vain.

Therefore, as soon as Count Denel receives this report, he is determined to avenge the bloodshed in order to exemplify it.

But it didn't seem that simple to him, so he filmed the report and said, "There's been a riot in Tonigal, and your brother's life and death are unknown.”

He paused: "But I think most of them are dodgy.” Let Count Denel snort coldly and let his heart repeat what is happening.

Sir Min Tae's defeat?

When the young man heard that his brother had been killed by a mob, he could not help but shake his head. After all, in his view, the mob was a mob. It was too embarrassing to die in a riot as a lord, and he could not help but feel the gloom on his face.

After all, that was his brother, and he had such a piece of crap in his own family that he couldn't lift his head in front of the outsiders. But when he heard of Sir Min Tae's tragic defeat, the color of the gods was completely different.

This is not a riot.

Young people, though big, are thoughtful generations. He immediately stood up and said to Count Denel, "Father, there are ghosts behind this, allow me to assemble an army immediately —— I will make the people behind this pay. ”

Let Count Denel look at his son and shake his head with some disappointment.

“Do you know who's behind this? ”

As soon as the young people were stunned, they said: "As long as the army is under pressure, they will be exposed. ”

Not too stupid! The old Count was a little softer, but he shook his head: "Though it's a good idea, someone is waiting to see our jokes. If you're entertaining, don't you want to put the laughingstock in someone else's hands?”

The young man frowned.

The old man with a long period of wind and rain lit his forehead with his hands: "Wherever you want to move your head more, the sword in your hand can destroy your enemies, but it cannot lead you to victory, think again. ”

“Of course, whoever profits has motive.” The young man replied.

“Nice," asked Count Denel nodding: “The kingdom is divided into three parts, but the most likely thing to do is to do the princess. That cunning little girl is so uncomfortable, because they're running out of time, they're trying to pressure me? It must have made the Denel family think a little bit simpler. ”

“But it is not necessarily someone who provokes divorce, Father.” Young people do not want their fathers to turn to the side of Anlek for this reason, and his intention is to allow the princess to pull herself together, preferably in marriage, with the help of the princess, to succeed the family in a stable position.

Besides, he had long heard of the beauty of the half-piece princess, whose most glorious gem on the ancient crown was not only Eruin, but even the nearby Cruz Empire.

But his careful thoughts could not escape Count Denel's eyes, and the shady old man glanced coldly at his son: "Don't worry, I haven't had a brain fever because of this, I'm past your age. ”

“Father?”

“Remember, Andrei,” let Count Denel say in a harsh tone: "It is not important to bias the Denel family towards that side, it is important that Denel maintain, or acquire, a more independent and autonomous status than it is now. ”

The old man's eyebrows swung and his breath sank: “You don't get so much, you don't have to think so much. How to set your own goals is important, and those who are less greedy will only disgust others. ”

The young man shrugged and shrugged: “Of course I understand, but what do we do now? ”

Count Denel knocked on the grandmother green on his right index finger and replied coldly: “That sly little girl gave me a little trick, so that the Denel family would of course have to give back their teeth with blood; she killed my son, and I ate her chess pieces to see what she was going to do next ——”

“So?” the young man got excited and patted himself on the handle of his sword.

“No, anything is dangerous with an opportunity, and this cannot be handled in such a way that if a small territorial insurgency also requires my own hands, then wouldn't the Denel family surrender?” The old Count shook his head and was dissatisfied with this young man's desire to leapfrog: “Besides, that sly little girl and the Grand Duke of Antioch were staring at me very closely, and they must not look lightly at this time. ”

The young man cut off his sword and threw it down on the couch beside him: "I see, Father, you have plans. ”

His manoeuvre almost made Count Denel tremble with great cultivation, but the old Count was just about to say reprimand, but the latter had interrupted him.

“If we don't do it, that Parras is not the rival of the mob, Father."

The young man lay his hands flat on the back of the sofa, leaning back comfortably, a lazy look: “Although the old knight has a good army, his strength is relatively limited over Sir Mintai. If Sir Mintai fails miserably, will this knight also not win? ”

Count Denel nodded his shady face. Although he was not used to his son's pie, he had to say that only this second son was the most outstanding of his sons. Others, though not as rubbish as Groudin, were merely mediocre generations.

“Think about it," replied the young man, "Father, you're not trying to get Madara to do those bone skeletons, they have this ability, but on the one hand, they're not my kind, and I'm afraid the honest knight in Parras can't handle them either. ”

“In other words, Father, can you really trust them again? The laughing Installon? Heard the guy was just a jazz in Madara--"

“Why not?” Let Count Denel say in silence, "Help me prepare two letters," he said, no longer looking at his son, but bowing to his stomach.

“Count?” My heart raised its head.

“The first letter, written to the Dark Nobles of Madara, told them that what they wanted was still in Cold Cedar City, and if they still wanted to finish that deal with me, they could do it.” Let Count Denel speak coldly.

“The second letter was addressed to the messenger of the mountain people. Didn't they want tax exemption? Tell them that if they are willing to participate in this war, I will give them tax breaks and also feed their troops!” (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)