Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 679
The meeting hall has returned to its luxurious appearance before Cyril captured Fort Mandex.

Anastasia Herman was sitting on the original Duke's throne at this moment, and it was rare that she did not show a lazy sitting posture, but was sitting.

And Alexei Herman sat on the side of her, with a serious face, his body tensed and looking straight ahead, his eyes continued to stay on the Marquis of Amasir who was half kneeling on the red carpet, Siri El Adrian.

The magic prism launched by the Green Tower rotates on the ceiling of the meeting hall, and it dutifully presents all the pictures on the other magic prism—the latter is arranged in the public square in the center of the city, and is the most visited place in Fort Manderx. The place.

At this moment, the people in charge of the various cities of Amasir, the representatives of the chamber of commerce, the core figures of the army, and even the envoys of the rest of the Kingdom Legion gathered in the Civic Square, and together with the rest of the people of Fort Mandex, witnessed the The scene that will happen next.

"Cyril Adrian."

"The minister is here."

Cyril raised his head and met Anastasia's gaze.

"You took up the post of Earl of Siliki in April 1440 in the Year of the Dragon's Sing. What achievements have you made since you took office?"

"Yes." Cyril put one hand on his chest, straightened his back, maintained a half-kneeling posture, and said steadily:
"In the Year of the Dragon, I came to Siliki in May 1440. I formed an alliance with the Congye clan elves and integrated the three cities of Siliki, Thor City, and Yevwind, making Siliki, which was originally remote and economically backward, The region has become the richest land in Amathir."

"Through Siliki's wealth, I drove the common development of the Fell Territory. Then, in response to His Majesty's call-up order, I led troops to the northern border in October of the Year of Dragonsong to support the frontier and destroy the undead's invasion of the northern border of La Rochelle." Plans for the Inner Ring."

"At the beginning of the year of the dark and white in 1441, I went to the Port of New Orville by the order of His Royal Highness to promote the in-depth cooperation between the Port of New Orville and La Rochelle, and helped the rebuilding of the Temple of the Harbor; after returning to La Rochelle, it subsided in July The civil war among the Duke O'Connor's sons has brought Amathir back to peace."

"Today, 70.00% of the area of ​​Amasir has been integrated into the convenient and efficient system brought by Siliki, enjoying the benefits from Siliki."

He talked eloquently and listed them one by one, making Anastasia Herman on the duke's chair nod frequently.

And under the blessing of the spell, his voice was clearly transmitted to the ears of every envoy who came to visit Fort Mandex, as well as the people of Fort Mandex.

In fact, the hearts of Fort Manderks have long belonged to Cyril. After all, the benefits brought by Siliki's leadership are visible to the naked eye. The types of materials in the market have greatly increased, and the prices are even lower than before;

Conscription, the expansion of the industrial system, and the expansion of the scale of agriculture have also given many idle people a place to work.

The implementation of each policy allowed the city of Amasir to integrate into Siliki's system almost without objection.

But the benefits belong to the benefits. If you want to confer the title of earl and marquis on a too young earl, you need enough merits.

And the current scene is to let the subjects of Amasir know how brilliant achievements their next Marquis has made in a place they don't know, and why can he do so at such a young age? , succeeded as Marquis—

"Your Highness, this is what I did last year."

After finishing his statement, Cyril bowed again.And Anastasia nodded slightly, then stood up slowly.

"Cyril Adrian."

In response to Cyril's response, she stepped on the red carpet step by step, and with the sound of her heels tapping, her slender legs, half covered by the long skirt, stopped in front of Cyril.

"Head up."

"Yes."

Cyril raised his head and met Anastasia's gaze sincerely.

"Based on your past achievements, and the heavy responsibility that Amathir will undertake next."

"Now, August 1441, 8, the Year of the White and White. I, Anastasia Hermann, fifth in line to the throne of the Hermann royal family of La Rochelle."

She put one hand on her chest, raised her head and said loudly:
"In the name of the struggle that the late King Upton Lyman gave to La Rochelle, and in the glory of the freedom that the late King Wren Herman gave to La Rochelle."

"To the honorable citizens of La Rochelle, Marquis of Silikie, Cyril Adrian, and Marquis of Amassile!"

Her clear voice, under the influence of the spell, echoed over the entire Fort Mandex.The young new Marquis kissed the back of the queen's hand, and then received a dark golden medal from her——

The medal has a square base, highlighting the interlaced sword and shield, the same emblem as the royal standard.On the right side of the medal, there is a detailed inscription of antlers.

This is the emblem of the ruler of Amasir. It has been held by the Duke of Amasir in the past years, and it has been passed down to Cyril at this moment.

This scene was witnessed by everyone in the square.

Together they witnessed the award ceremony of the youngest Marquis of La Rochelle since the founding of the People's Republic of China.

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Less than two days after the award ceremony, the name of Cyril Adrian, the new Marquis of Amasir, spread throughout Amasir; in a few days, the south, north, and Volgo provinces , I also know what kind of person is the person who will succeed Duke O'Connor and take charge of Amasir.

The absolute center of the South, Metburys, Angels.

The high-level officials of the "Northern Alliance" were in a commotion. As neighbors bordering on Amasir, they have always been concerned about the civil strife in Amasir—don't forget the person who competed with Cyril for the title of the East, It was inspired by the Northern Alliance.

They have always been eyeing the Adler area and the ports along the Adelaide Sea, but they will ruthlessly insert their forces into Amasir whenever the North Alliance is given any chance.

The infighting between the two heirs of the Duke of O'Connor is great news for the North Alliance—as neighbors, they have the advantage of being close to the water, but Van Solconan gave a little hint that they They will immediately send troops to "counter the rebellion".

As for the cities defeated by the counter-insurgency, who will belong to them after the civil war is over——that’s up to Solconan to dictate, it will be a matter between the new Duke of Amasir, the Duke of the South, and the Duke of Marcellus.

The achievements of the Duke of Marcellus are clearly there. The new Duke of Amasir is a blank slate. My Duke is bigger than your Duke, so he can naturally overwhelm him at the negotiating table.

But they were still watching the theater with all their leisure time, hoping every day that the sons of the two dukes would fight more fiercely, but they didn't expect a young man to quell the war so effortlessly.

What's even more exaggerated is that His Highness actually awarded the young man the position of Amasir just like that!
"Danya, what is in our princess's head, is it a mess?!"

"Why did you hand over Amasir to a 20-year-old boy to manage? You are a little earl or something, and you are actually a marquis. Can he be a marquis? Can't be! Do you know that you don't have the ability?"

The upper echelons of the southern aristocrats were in a quarrel, and they were all berating Anastasia and Cyril with the words they could think of.

However, only the high-ranking Duke, the Duke of Abt Marcellus, rested his chin on one hand and watched the farce below with cold eyes.

Then he tapped lightly on the armrest of the chair.

All of a sudden, everyone quieted down and sat back to their seats upright.

"Is it noisy enough?"

The 87-year-old man glanced sharply across the audience, and his simple words made everyone shudder.

"Arguing here when you have time."

"Has any of you ever tried to understand who this new Marquis is and what he has done?"

A senior executive couldn't help but said: "I heard that he..."

"Listen, speak." Abt Marcellus directly interrupted his speech, "Hercules, what I want to know is the detailed time and what I did, not a 'listen, speak' ——Is this how old Hercules taught you to do things? What a waste.”

After a swearing, the high-ranking officer was unable to retaliate at all, and could only mutter: "Yes, Lord Duke..."

And the Duke of Abt Marcellus lowered his eyes slightly, and his voice was as low as a bell:
"Cyril Adrian, he passed by Angels a few months ago and went to Port New Orway. The preferential policies we enjoy from Port New Orville today are all due to him .”

"Ah, this—"

This news surprised these high-level officials in the south. They knew that the port of La Rochelle enjoyed great preferential treatment from the port of New Orville in the diplomacy a few months ago, but they only thought it was the foreign minister's talk. down the results.

"Don't question him, he is more capable than all of you here."

These high-level officials all bowed their heads in shame because of his words, but such an action caused Duke Marcellus to sneer instead:
"One by one, shrinking turtles!"

"If I say don't question it, don't question it. If I say he has the ability, he has the ability? What about your own brains?"

"Now I ask you, knowing his identity and his achievements, what else do you need to think about?"

After a few seconds of silence, someone asked in a low voice, "Yes... what should we do with Amathir next?"

Without getting a response from Duke Marcellus, the man knew that he had made a mistake, so he quickly lowered his head, pretending that he was not the one who just spoke.

Duke Marcellus looked at the silent crowd and let out a soft sigh.

The huge south looks like a solid chariot after several generations of operation, but only he who is in this position knows how "no successor" is in the south now.

There is no one who has the courage to drive the entire south like him back then——

"Lord Duke..."

A voice sounded from the corner of the conference room. This voice was not obvious at all, but in the silent environment, it was extremely ear-piercing.

Abt Marcellus looked there, and saw a young man he had never seen before.

"Do you have anything to say?"

"I think... Maybe what we need to consider is why His Royal Highness asked him to take over as the Marquis, and why he put the O'Connor family's duke on hold and let a local lord take over as the Marquis instead."

Abt Marcellus' eyes lit up.

He looked at the young man with piercing eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "Your name?"

"Etienne Caleva, Your Excellency the Duke."

"From today onwards, you will be responsible for all affairs in the Adek area."

The Adek area, the only area in the south that is adjacent to the Adelaide Sea, is also the area that borders on Amasir - the original head of the Adek area couldn't help but yelled: "My lord, then I..."

"Shut up and get out."

Duke Marcellus didn't even look at him, but the person in charge resisted the next complaint, stood up, bowed his head and walked out of the room quickly.

"Kaleva, do you understand?"

Etienne Kaleva was still in a daze, and when he heard this, he nodded quickly: "Understood, Your Excellency the Duke."

After he sat down again, Abt Marcellus glanced at all the high-level southern nobles present, and then sneered:
"It's such a simple question, but no one has thought about it—I wonder if the Northern Alliance has given you too much preferential treatment, so that your minds are rusted? Why don't they all go back to the furnace and rebuild!"

All he wants is such an answer that is not difficult to imagine——

Why is the princess presiding over the award ceremony?This is not such an insignificant title as a viscount baron, but a marquis, who is in charge of a fraction of the land in the kingdom, and should be awarded by the king of a country.

And Duke Albert Marcellus knew very well that the king of La Rochelle, Kelson Herman, hadn't shown up for several months.The princess has long been in charge of the government on the surface, and has cleaned up Solkonan in the open and in the dark.

As for Cyril Adrian—

Goodwin, the informant he stayed in Port New Orway, had already passed on to him the exact events of Port New Orwell and Jufer Island. He clearly knew what kind of strength and potential this young man possessed. .

And the terrifying strength displayed by the territory he managed for less than a year is more than enough to prove that he has the ability to control Amasir.

It's just that this young man hastily ascended to a high position, how long can he live in this position?
He sat on the chair, looked at the empty room after the meeting, and sighed again.

"Kelson Herman."

"Have you left already?"

After these words fell, his originally extremely energetic face suddenly became old.

The most valiant duke in the south, the old man who had never shown any signs of fatigue or weakness, actually had a weak leg when he stood up, and fell back to his seat.

He looked at his legs in surprise, then smiled self-deprecatingly:
"Old."

"Let's go."

Then, propping up the hard staff, he stood up tremblingly, and walked out of the conference room of the North Alliance.

The heavy door of the highest conference room of the North Alliance slowly closed.

(End of this chapter)