Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 581 The Mission of Diplomacy

The mess in the carriage had been cleaned up, and the witch was tightly bound by vines and thrown in the corner of the carriage.

She had curled up on the ground and her body was convulsed for a while, but at the moment she was completely unharmed, and she was even able to chat with Irina and Roxana in the corner.

Miss Elf has also calmed down. After learning that Veronica's identity is a "witch" and she needs to go to Port New Orway with them, she chooses to give in.

According to her words, she felt a threatening foul atmosphere, so she made a sudden move—as for the power just now, it came from her "Code of Nature".

Cyril was sitting at the table. They had just entered the city and were heading to the guild hall where they lived.The knight outside the car window knocked on the car window, gesturing for a note.

He took the note, read it carefully, then raised his head and said:
"Duke Marcellus invited me to the banquet. It seems that he doesn't want His Highness to keep his eyes on his territory for a long time."

"Of course he doesn't want to." Mia interjected, "Mr. Wei's commotion has been big enough, and I think the entire North Alliance is eager to send us away."

But she immediately showed a worried expression: "I just don't know, is this a simple dinner, or some other trap, will he lay an ambush, quietly..."

"Don't worry, I bear the title of 'Sorconan's southern envoy' anyway, and it is impossible for the southern nobles to fall out with the central government, let alone threaten me—"

Cyril still has no doubts about the safety of the banquet. After all, the southern nobles say that they don’t listen to Solkonan’s words, and they are 100% rebellious. Shameless.

Even the officially recognized "La Rochelle" continued until 1453, thanks to the southern nobles who protected the little prince instead of directly supporting themselves.

"But I always feel uneasy." Mia pouted slightly, "Mr. Wei can choose a few knights to bring with him, or Mr. Winkler..."

On the side, Heloise was silent, then she suddenly turned her head, tilted her head, and said softly, "Do you need me?"

Cyril looked at the taciturn half-elf female knight, and thought for a while: "Well... As the captain of His Highness's guard, you are the most suitable to go to the banquet together."

They got out of the carriage as they passed the banquet hall.This time, Cyril didn't change into any gorgeous costumes, and Heloise Treville also kept the light armor on her body.

Cyril noticed that she was not wearing the same set as last year. This set looked lighter, but the lines of magic power on it were more complicated, and the equipment had obviously been upgraded.

Following the guards of the guild hall into the venue, within a few minutes, after entering the magnificent hall, Cyril saw Duke Marcellus again.

Albert Marcellus.

The 87-year-old's exploits have been overwhelming.He was not tall, thin and thin, but his sharp gaze made people feel that he was no longer young, but that he had condensed all his strength in his thin torso.

It was only at that time that he bent over and coughed with phlegm from time to time, which made people realize that he was not completely healthy.

He is leaning on a long staff in his hand, in the posture of holding a staff.Cyril keenly recognized that what he held in his hand should be a magic staff polished from the long bones of underwater monsters. If you look closely, you can see the complicated patterns on the staff.

"Lord Adrian." The old man had a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes.Surrounded by the guards around him, he didn't intend to come up to him, he just stood there with big thorns, and he couldn't hear any gentleness in his voice.

"Master Duke Marcellus." Cyril saluted, and Heloise beside her also bowed slightly.

This is the courtesy due to the duke who guards one side of the kingdom.

"Count Adrian, let's go south. I think you are really busy. Your Highness must think highly of you, right?" Duke Marcellus said with irony in his voice. Cyril's attack on the Romanus family.

I just don't know if he has found out that the destruction of the Noroy Chamber of Commerce in Upyang Mystil City was also done by Cyril.

"Where is it?" Cyril replied with a smile, "I have always had deep respect for the Duke. I think that the Duke boarded the ship at the age of 13 and commanded the fleet at the age of 23. At the age of 50, there is no one in the southern seas of La Rochelle." Foreign fleets dare to enter—"

"How can I catch up with a role model like Lord Duke if I don't work hard?"

The smile on Duke Abt Marcellus's face still remained, but his eyes were cold and cold, staring at Cyril, as if he could peel off the young man's skin.

"Then Earl Adrian will have to work hard next time." He said coldly, then waved his hand, knocked back the guards around him, then landed at the table beside him, and raised his hand to signal Cyril and Heloise to sit down. Down.

"I'm not here to ridicule you. This girl Anastasia is ruthless enough, but she's not much better than her ancestors, so she's not worth showing off in front of me." Duke Marcellus picked up his wine glass, She took a sip, and then said slowly, "Although she is counting on you to give my south what she thinks is a good beating, the real purpose of your trip is not me."

Cyril was stunned for a moment, feeling in his heart that Duke Marcellus is indeed an old fox, who can understand His Highness's thoughts thoroughly——

However, Anastasia Herman probably knew that the Grand Duke of the South had calculated her thoughts clearly, and the two sides should be playing cards.

And now the so-called "beating" by Cyril has also been given. Although it is not a very heavy blow, it is just right on the head of the North Alliance.

After all, although Anastasia has drastically controlled the slave trade between Solkonan and Jinnadze, the South still cannot control it.Hitting the Romanus family with Cyril's stick was enough to restrain the south.

But what Duke Marcellus will say next is the key.

"She should have told you that she wants you to go to Port New Orville, right?"

"Yes. Your Highness said that the movement in Xin'aowei Port is a bit big, and I need to go...but the specific task has not been issued yet." Cyril then remembered that His Highness's megaphone is already by his side at this moment, going to Xin'aowei Port He has almost done the preparations, but he still hasn't figured out the purpose of going to Xinaowei Port.

"Then I'll tell you directly." Duke Marcellus sat up straight and glanced at Cyril and Heloise, "There is a cloud of fog on the route from New Orville to La Rochelle. spread."

"Mist?" Cyril frowned, this was not what he expected.

"It is expanding rapidly, and it has seriously affected our trade with New Aowei Port." Duke Marcellus said seriously, "It makes the monsters on the bottom of the sea active, fierce, and full of aggressiveness. In the calm sea area, storms arise one after another, and the undercurrent surges."

"The port of New Orville carries nearly 60.00% of La Rochelle's foreign export trade in one year. I think you should understand this concept."

"So..." Cyril wondered, "I need to go to Xinaowei Port to solve the fog spreading on the sea?"

"Yes." Duke Marcellus nodded, but quickly shook his head, "No."

As he spoke, he picked up the knife and fork, cut the steak in front of him, and kept talking: "The Harbor Temple will take the lead in solving the fog. This is their duty. It is naturally best that you can play a supporting role. And more The key thing is that the parliamentary change in Port New Orway is imminent."

"Parliament change? So I am going as an envoy to La Rochelle?"

"Solkonan will also have diplomats accompanying you. In addition, there will be Austrian Saint Emma, ​​as well as some other countries." Duke Marcellus stared at Cyril, "And our new Nothing is known about Port Orville's next diplomatic intentions."

"Isn't Sandy Marion re-elected as consul?" Cyril asked.

"Perhaps." Duke Marcellus raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "In the past three years, the eyeliners I planted in New Aowei Harbor have been pulled out one by one, and now only two or three informants are left to provide me with information. , I need, or rather, La Rochelle needs to know the definite movement of the Port of New Orville."

Cyril frowned deeply.

This mission turned out to be completely different from what he had imagined.

Anastasia initially said to him that "New Port of Orville has been a bit big recently", making him think that he was going to show his fist on behalf of La Rochelle, give a stick and a candy, which is considered a Run errands and pass on diplomatic missions.

But judging from what Duke Marcellus said now, this seems to be a very complicated large-scale mission that combines diplomacy, infiltration, and combat.

Things got complicated.

"What should I do specifically."

"The captain of the guard should be able to tell you what to do." Duke Marcellus glanced at Heloise. An informant in Port New Orway."

"That's enough."

The interface was Heloise Treville, and the half-elf female knight looked at Abt Marcellus unceremoniously, full of hostility, but not overly emotional.

"You don't have to look at me so hostilely, state affairs belong to state affairs, and business belongs to business." Abt Marcellus didn't raise his head, "If something goes wrong in New Aowei Port, I can't continue with them. Business, neither La Rochelle nor myself, is happy to see that."

"In this position, I think I've made my point clear."

Looking at this posture, Cyril understood.

Heloise Trewell and Anastasia Hermann had apparently had a lot of trouble with the southern nobility in the past.The conflict between each other has even been put on the surface, and there is no possibility of reconciliation.

However, the matter of Xinaowei Port was put in the first place by both sides - internal and external troubles, after all, foreign troubles came first.

Cyril thought for a while, then raised his head and said, "Can the South only give us so much support?"

"I think it's enough." Duke Marcellus forked the steak, the black sauce dripped down the fork, dripped on his hand, and slid onto the table.He looked at Cyril, with a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Or, Earl Adrian thinks I should send two fleets to escort you?"

"If the Duke is willing, I have no objections." Cyril also smiled, then lowered his head, and quickly cut his own food.

The smile on his face was completely restrained.

At this time, he was still the "Southern Patrol Envoy sent by Solconant", but when he got to the beach and got on the boat, his identity changed to one of the envoys sent by La Rochelle.And because of Anastasia's relationship, he will undoubtedly be the head of the envoy at that time.

The South provided the envoy with transportation and intelligence, and had nothing else to offer.

His mood suddenly became very complicated, not only because his task suddenly became heavy, but also some emotions that he couldn't figure out were disturbing him.

There was nothing extra to say during this dinner, and Duke Marcellus obviously didn't have the time to bicker with the two children who combined were not half his age, so he got up and left after eating the food on the plate.

When Cyril and Heloise walked out of the guild hall, the street outside was still noisy.The dinner ended much earlier than he expected, so the carriage didn't come to pick them up at this time.

"Shall we go back?" He gestured to Heloise, and Heloise followed half a step behind him.

Floats with flashing lights are driving on the streets, with singing and dancing circus troupes on them.The people in Angels on the street cheered and watched the float, and the bold residents simply walked behind the clowns behind the float and made funny moves with them.

Amidst the bustling noise, the pace of the two walking through was not hindered at all.The wind quietly separated a layer around them, as if walking in an enchantment.

"Miss Treville." Cyril's voice rang out amidst the noise, "Is the task His Highness gave you as he said?"

"He talked more." Heloise replied briefly, "The south is more familiar with the ocean than we are with the ocean."

"So the southern nobles can only beat it, and it is impossible to completely handle it?"

Heloise still simply replied: "Your Highness has said so."

"impossible."

Cyril nodded silently, then looked at the slanting moon in the sky, and took a deep breath.

If you don't touch some things, once you touch them, even if you can't interfere, you will feel sad and irritable because of it.

The relationship between La Rochelle, Solkonan and the south just made Cyril feel annoyed at this time.

Although he is a time traveler, he is not an excellent political scientist and cannot read too complicated a situation. At this time, he is only fortunate that this is something that Anastasia has to worry about, and he just a thug.

Fortunately, it's just a thug.

But the problem is that contradictions are intricate.

The collapse of La Rochelle was not simply caused by the invasion of a northern undead.

And if a leader, a marshal, or a thug simply wants to reverse history by force, how much power does it have to change the nature of the distortion?
(End of this chapter)