Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 550
The inner city of Solkonan is as majestic as ever.

Different from the last time I came here, this time I could see fully-dressed knights everywhere, surrounding the road to the hillside where the palace was located, and around the palace.

High security.

It's time for the morning meeting.Since Kelsen Herman went to northern Xinjiang in person, His Royal Highness Anastasia Herman presided over almost all government affairs. After His Majesty the King came back, the frequency of His Highness presiding over government affairs has increased a lot.

The ministers either walked or rode to the gate of the palace, and in this busy and serious atmosphere, the noise of a carriage was particularly ear-piercing.

They all turned their eyes to the source of the sound of the wheels, only to see a black-painted, half-iron, half-wooden carriage being pulled by a strong black horse, walking out of the road on the hillside.

The side of the carriage is painted with a silver brush, and the emblem composed of a stag's head and a crescent moon made the ministers talk a lot-they didn't know any noble family from Salkonan who was like this emblem.

When the carriage stopped, they couldn't wait to see which earl it was in the car—at least the earl was eligible to drive to the palace, and the viscount and baron had to get off at the foot of the mountain.

And in the carriage.

"When entering the palace, pay attention to your demeanor, Mr. Wei, your collar."

Mia looked at Cyril who was about to get off the car, stood up hurriedly, reached out to stop Cyril, and moved forward to adjust his collar.

"Such sloppiness will be considered too vulgar by those ministers-these people in Solkonan are very difficult to deal with, and they like to care about every little thing."

Cyril opened his hands helplessly and let her fiddle with them like a doll.From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of the girl's expression. The latter seemed to be still dissatisfied with the outfit, and wanted to take it off on the spot and put on a new one——

This set is a custom-made high-end product that cost fifteen Gentry to buy. It is said that the body size was specially sent to Solconan when he was in Silikie, and it was ready one month in advance. .

Putting on this dress made Cyril feel distressed and heartbroken—these fifteen Gentry had the opportunity to find epic-level soft armor in the alchemy workshop, but they only bought a light and fluffy dress.

Of course, you get what you pay for, and Miss Mia’s custom-made dress is indeed elegant and decent, highlighting the slender figure of the half-elf boy. The indigo blue silk fabric makes people feel intoxicated by it.

She put her hands on Cyril's side again, patted back and forth a few times from top to bottom, tugged and tugged, and only opened the car door after confirming that her clothes were neat and tidy:

"Okay, Mr. Wei, I'll wait for your good news here."

Cyril took a deep breath and walked out with his head held high.

The heels of the leather boots made a crisp knocking sound on the slate floor. The moment he stepped out of the carriage, he attracted the attention of everyone at the gate of the palace—whether it was the guards or the ministers waiting to go to court, they were all caught by the man who stepped out of the carriage. The young man Qingjuan had his attention taken away.

But then, whispers of discussion quickly spread among the crowd at the door:

"So young? Is he an earl?"

"Which earl's heir?"

"But how can the earl's heir be qualified... Could it be that the earl is unlucky..."

"Shh, you can't talk nonsense like that."

But not long after, someone recognized his identity: "He is the one appointed in the middle of last year, the Earl of Siliki!"

"Earl Siliki? That young knight who snatched the title from the southern nobles? Looks younger than you think..."

"But if it was him, why did he return to Solkonan so early?!"

While they were discussing one after another, Cyril had already strode through the gate supported by white pillars, and came to the wide palace square.

He did not experience the canonization ceremony of the nobles, and almost never showed his face in front of the ministers.In general, the newly appointed nobles often return to Solconan to court after they have made some achievements and are eligible to receive royal rewards.

Under such preconditions, the appearance of the Earl of Siliki seemed too sudden and unreasonable.

He walked across the square all the way to the main hall where the court was in charge.It was the first time he had the opportunity to enter the main hall in the open area in the game.

This is undoubtedly a very magnificent building. The stone steps outside the hall are made of white jade, and several white columns prop up the perimeter of the hall.Without complicated decorations, the huge arch alone is enough to give people a sense of insignificance.

Cyril looked up at the ceiling more than ten meters above the ground, and walked through the aisle between the guards.Natural light pours in from the sparkling large skylights, making the entire interior look extremely bright.

And La Rochelle's throne is placed at the end of the hall, on the raised steps.

In the main hall at this time, many ministers were already waiting.Cyril's extraordinarily young figure stood out incomparably.But Cyril just stood quietly at the end of the current line, waiting for the rest of the ministers to arrive.

Not long after, people have arrived.Without keeping the ministers waiting for long, there was a sound of clear and fast footsteps from the side of the hall——

Anastasia walked quickly, her long skirt dragging on the ground, and the maid trotted behind her, trying to lift the long skirt for her, but couldn't catch up.

And when she was sitting on the throne, these maids also lost the meaning of running and chasing, and could only retreat obediently.

"Is everything here? To make a long story short, first of all, I want to listen to the battle report from Beijiang."

"Yes." Military Minister Harry Ruskin took a step forward, bowed and began to report, "Recently, there is no other movement from the undead party. Most of the noble private troops who came in response to the call-up order have returned to where they came from, and the Kingdom Legion has taken over. The positions they captured, the sidelines were reinforced..."

Cyril listened quietly, and more was observing Anastasia Herman on the throne.

Compared with her slovenly appearance in the room and ignoring the eyes of outsiders when I saw her last time, she can now vaguely see the temperament of the "prince" who will succeed La Rochelle in her previous life.The golden crown binds her long silver-white hair, one hand rests on the armrest of the throne, and she clenches her fist to support one cheek.

Her sharp gaze swept across the faces of the ministers below, and then she either nodded or shook her head slightly, making those ministers tremble with fear—Cyril didn't know what "torture" this highness usually gave them, but with the naked eye It can be seen that many people are afraid of her.

But when her eyes fell to the back of the team, she suddenly showed a surprised look, and then a smile suddenly appeared on her face that seemed to have been frozen for thousands of years, which made Harry Ruskin, who was reporting below, couldn't help but Startled, then bowed even more fearfully:
"Your Highness, I made a mistake..."

"No, keep reading... No, don't read it anymore, I know most of it." Anastasia suddenly sat up straight, which made the ministers below also stand up straight.

"Next, I will make arrangements for the rewards for the private troops who respond to the call-up order and participate in the Northern Xinjiang War."

This is obviously a sensitive topic in the government, and Cyril could even feel the minister beside him holding his breath.

"The first is the reward for the private army who participated in the battle to retake the northern border. It is calculated according to the size of the captured stronghold and divided into three grades. The rewards are money and materials. Special contributors are allowed to choose a piece of treasure from the kingdom's treasury. "

"Correspondingly, reduce unnecessary construction and building plans in Solconan, let Solconan's Chamber of Commerce take the initiative to bear part of the rewards...can open up more material trade rights for them, and allow more local materials Enter Solkonan."

"Your Highness, this will have a certain impact on Solconan's market..." A minister in charge of finance couldn't help but say, "Those chambers of commerce will definitely take the opportunity to sell on a large scale..."

"That will be settled in autumn." Anastasia waved her hand, "Your Majesty's will is the top priority, and I think everyone has no objection."

"No, no..." The ministers shook their heads.

"Secondly, for those who took advantage of the troubled waters of the northern border war, such as the private armies of the southern nobles, I don't think these rewards should be given out—" Anastasia's eyes fell on several people, and they all It was Solkonan's "pro-South faction", and after hearing this, several people raised their heads and said:

"But Your Highness, the southern nobles rushed to the northern border for thousands of miles, after all, in response to His Majesty's will. They themselves are not good at fighting in the northern border. Making such a decision when the center of the kingdom is empty will inevitably cause their dissatisfaction ..."

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound exploded as Anastasia's palm fell on the armrest. She raised her eyebrows and looked at the minister who made the sound, and said sharply:
"Did you hear what I said? Ted Elliott? What am I talking about, fisherman in troubled waters-you think you haven't even faced a skeleton army in the northern border, and you are wasting the troops in the northern border , is there any qualification to receive a reward?"

The minister's face turned blue, but at this moment he could only say with a bitter face: "But even if they don't have credit, they still have hard work, and the battle report is inevitably biased..."

"Are you afraid that the nobles in the south will be angry and take advantage of this opportunity to make trouble?" Anastasia let out a clear smile, "Then why not look at the attitude of the nobles who have made outstanding contributions in the northern border at this moment!"

Her eyes fell down, and she accurately found the figure of the young man standing in the crowd, as if to say, "What are you waiting for, why don't you stand up quickly"?
Cyril sighed softly, thinking to himself that he happened to be a shield in the hands of His Highness who always hated the southern nobles, then turned and walked out of the queue.

"Your Highness." He stood firm amidst the focus of everyone's gaze, and then bowed his body to salute: "Sir Cyril Adrian, Earl and Lord of Siliki, is here to have an audience."

Anastasia's admiring eyes were fleeting, and then she said:

"Harry Ruskin, what was the result of the Silikie Army in the Northern Frontier War?"

Harry Ruskin, who had just retreated back, came out in a hurry, flipped through the book in his hand, and then said: "The Siliki Army has insight into the conspiracy of the undead to sneak into the depths of northern Xinjiang, and cooperate with the Northern Wind Crusades Iron Mountain deployed defenses, cut off the undead passage, and wiped out nearly ten thousand undead legions..."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and continued: "According to the evaluation of the staff department, the Siliki Army's combat exploits are first-class, second only to the Snowy Owl Army led by General Claude Atley..."

"Okay." Anastasia sneered, "Ted Elliott, do you need Ruskin to read it to you again, the performance of the private army of Duke Marcellus's family?"

The minister lowered his head and could only say nothing at this moment.

As soon as the results of the Siliki army were announced, all the ministers looked at Cyril with another meaning, especially when they learned in whispers that the army of the earl who had made great military exploits had not even been formed for half a year. At that time, Cyril felt that his back was almost scalded by the gaze.

The next topic did not continue to focus on rewards, and did not even stay on the private army. The normal court meeting continued. Not long after, when Anastasia said "the meeting was dismissed", the ministers seemed to be listening. The students who went to the cafeteria to have a meal hurriedly left, turning into birds and beasts.

The maid hurriedly stepped forward and stopped Cyril who was about to leave: "Master Adrian, Your Highness, please stay."

Cyril didn't intend to leave at all, he straightened up, looked at Anastasia who showed a lazy look on the throne after everyone had dispersed, stepped forward, bowed again and said:

"Your Highness."

"I thought you wouldn't be able to arrive at the capital until February." Anastasia said lazily, then stood up: "This throne is too hard to sit on. We'll talk about it when we go back."

She walked towards the side door first, and the maids hurried up to hold up the long skirt for her, while she kept saying:

"You can just come to me directly, there is no need to show your face in front of them - oh yes, you have not participated in the reward ceremony, and these ministers should have never seen you."

"Then they should all be frightened. There is such a young earl in the kingdom, and he has made great military exploits—more importantly, he is still on my side! Haha, those pro-South faction guys are all Dumbfounded..."

Cyril listened silently from behind, and from Anastasia's tone of voice that was more than twice as light as compared to the government, he could hear that the latter was indeed delighted at this time.

And this joy came from him who suddenly appeared at the court meeting.

He suddenly found it hard to imagine how much criticism this Her Royal Highness, who hastily took over from her father, has endured—don't think that only the pro-South faction is against her, because she has several times more radical political tendencies than her father However, there are not a few ministers in the court who are dissatisfied with her.

And after she takes over the important task, these ministers will definitely not obey her wishes. They may even be more inclined to let the little prince who is young and ignorant be involved in politics, so that he has more right to speak...

"Your Highness." He said suddenly, and Anastasia's voice stopped abruptly.

"Thank you." He said sincerely.

Anastasia was silent for a moment, and then squeezed out a word in her slightly hoarse voice:
"what?"

　No lethargy today!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)