Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 230 Meeting the President Princess

The two horses were galloping on the streets of Wangdu. At this time of night, there were no pedestrians on the street, allowing them to ride at a high speed.

Academies were left behind by them, and not long after, a white city wall that was still like white jade at night appeared in front of them.

inner city.Its city walls are said to be built from things left over from the age of the gods, and are extremely resistant to physics and magic.The royal palace is located in the center of the inner city, and the eldest princess' residence is naturally also in the inner city.

"Princess? Isn't she not in Solkonan?"

"Your Highness traveled day and night, and arrived at the capital this afternoon." There was no joy in Heloise's tone. She raised her hand and showed her token, and the well-equipped guards opened the city gate. Let the two pass.

"Will the imperial edict be brought forward?" Cyril guessed that it was Her Royal Highness who planned to meet him in advance to see how outstanding this young knight who could carry La Rochelle's future was.

But Heloise shook her head and said, "The imperial seal will not be advanced, but you are in trouble, get off your horse."

The two stopped at the gate of a manor and jumped off the horse. Immediately, an attendant ran out from the side and led the horse away.

"This is where His Highness rests." Heloise said quickly, leading Cyril through the resplendent and luxurious courtyard, and walked straight to the house. "I think you know that the title is limited."

"Yes, I understand." Cyril nodded. The number of titles that the Kingdom can confer each year is only a few. Of course, this number is limited, but if it is the candidate personally reported by the Eldest Princess Anastasia Herman, it must be There will not be many obstacles to being awarded a knighthood.

However, Heloise's words were still succinct. Seeing that Cyril nodded, she immediately said, "Someone refuses to accept you."

"What does this have to do with trouble... huh?" Cyril stopped abruptly, "Don't accept me? Think I don't deserve a title? Who is it?"

And Heloise turned her head, looked at him deeply, and said softly: "The nobles of the south."

The nobles of the South...

Cyril understood why Anastasia summoned him in such a hurry.

In the final analysis, it is still a matter of different factions——

The eldest princess of La Rochelle, the daughter of the current King Kelsen Hermann, Anastasia Hermann, is undoubtedly a very capable and thoughtful woman.

In her opinion, those nobles with too much power will seriously interfere with the stability and development of the country, and she strongly advocates reducing the rights of nobles.

And the nobles in the southern region—that group of complex old foxes are always thinking about expanding their power, and this is exactly the case. In order to ensure the stability of the kingdom and concentrate on fighting the undead in the north, Solkonan They had to compromise with the South to allow them to obtain larger fiefdoms and more rights and interests.

If the legion or the ministers in the capital questioned Cyril's qualifications for awarding honors, then Anastasia would definitely not be in a hurry. All she needed to do was ask Cyril to explain in detail what happened in the north. It is enough to prove its own achievements - even just contacting Roderick and passing the news from the north to Solconan is enough.

But the problem is that it is the southern aristocrats who are questioning—

Cyril thought about it, and asked after a while: "Do they have any candidates for the title?"

"Have."

"I understand, let's continue to see His Highness." He nodded and followed Heloise's pace again.

The heavy purple heart wood door was opened by the maid, and there were no tableware or wine glasses on the long table in the living room, only sheets of parchment spread out, almost covering the entire long table.

The first thing Cyril saw in the living room was a woman with long white hair squatting on a long table covered with parchment paper, burying her head in the content on the paper——

"Your Highness, I brought him here." Heloise took a step in front of Cyril, pushing him behind.

"People? Who?" The woman said quickly without raising her head, "South South South South, the transaction records between Xin'aowei Port and the southern seaports...the turnover..."

"Cyril Adrian, the knight who wants to go east." Heloise reluctantly announced Cyril's name.

The woman finally raised her head.She casually gathered her long, disheveled hair behind her, revealing her delicate facial features.But obviously she didn't cherish her appearance much - the deep dark circles under her eyes were enough to show how bad her sleep quality was.

This rather scruffy-looking woman was naturally Anastasia Herman.

"Ah, let him in." said the eldest princess, climbed to the edge of the table, then jumped off the long table, and patted her wrinkled white skirt, "I hope the person you brought is as useful as you described, and Not a crap-"

While she was speaking, she saw a head with pointed ears protruding from behind her trusted guard, and she couldn't help but change her tone, "Hai Luo, could this be your...brother?"

"Your Highness, it's not." Heloise couldn't help raising her voice, and then pulled Cyril in front of her.

"Meet Your Highness." Cyril bowed and saluted, but saw Anastasia hastily waved her hands, and began to search for information at the table, and said, "Cyril Adrian? Find a chair to sit on." .Let's cut a long story short...what am I going to say?"

"Your Highness, the southern nobles are dissatisfied..." Heloise added in time.

"Oh—I remembered." The eldest princess said quickly, "The nobles in the south reported a few names, hoping to get the title, most of them are from the south, those are easy to solve, just deal with it, but the problem is that they I also hope to obtain fiefdoms in the southeast region."

"Southeast region?" Cyril just asked, and a piece of parchment was thrown over by Anastasia. On it was a vast "ocean", located at the junction of Amasir and the south——

"Adelaide Sea? They want to get a chance to trade with Ossa Emma?" Cyril just glanced at it and blurted out.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt two gazes focus on him at the same time, followed by the princess's meaningful and elongated voice: "Qing Hai Luo, it seems that your brother is really of a certain level—"

"Your Highness, he is not my younger brother, he just happens to be a half-elf, that's all." Heloise said seriously, but Anastasia seemed to say this just to tease her, her voice After one turn, the target has been aimed at Cyril:
"Mr. Adrian, as you said, those shameless people in the south want to get more trade opportunities. They have ships. They only need to build a port in the Adelaide Sea, and they can get the goods from Ao San Emma. ..."

"Support from St. Emma." Cyril interjected, his expression becoming unusually serious.

If the southern aristocrats who have already dissented have won the support of La Rochelle's mortal enemy, Saint Emma——

Then they can take advantage of this and ask for more from Salkonan.

If you simply explain it, then this action of the southern nobles is tantamount to leading a wolf into the house.

(End of this chapter)