Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 110 Father and Son
Midnight, Uptown, Duoris Mansion.

A large area of ​​elegant and solemn pavilions has fallen into silence, only the guards on patrol occasionally make a soft sound of armor rubbing against each other.

In the second half of the mansion, in the study room belonging to the Duke alone, a dim solitary lamp propped up a small orange field in the quiet night, illuminating the figures of a father and son at both ends of the desk.

"Carlisle, you don't have to do that at all." Duoris said slowly, his voice was no longer as calm and powerful as it was during the state banquet, but revealed a trace of exhaustion deep in the bone marrow.

"I can send other people to deal with this matter. Raglan and Fisher are stronger than you, and Sir Maxwell-I signed a contract with him to solve this kind of problem. .”

"No, father," Carlisle shook his head gently with his head down, "We have no other choice, whether it is a hero raised by the family or a night fighter like Maxwell, they can act as thugs, but they must not lead this time action."

"The Holy Flame Emblem bestowed by Archbishop Pirac can only last for three months. This is our last chance. How can we entrust it to outsiders?"

"This may be my last chance, but it's not yours." Duoris denied.

"This is just a struggle within the new party. Even if I lose this bet, the worst result is that I will lose the positions of the guard of the northern border and the commander of the legion, and lose the opportunity to compete for higher power in the future. Since His Majesty Radagon wants to Take my military exploits as a weight and stabilize the situation where the two parties are divided into courts against each other, and the Duoris family will never be easily shaken, no matter how jealous the shortsighted new party nobles are to me, this point will not change."

"So, my troubles will not easily extend to you, not to mention His Royal Highness Greg and your personal friends are there, Carlisle, don't wade into this dirty vortex too early, as long as you graduate from the royal private school, no matter I lose No matter how thorough you are, the family still has a chance to make a comeback in your hands."

After finishing his words, Duke Duoris, who was nearly fifty years old, stared closely at his only son, as if expecting this guy who was more stubborn than himself when he was younger to change his mind, but Carlisle finally shook his head stubbornly.

"Father, you have been busy with wars these years, so maybe you don't know enough about His Royal Highness Greco," he sighed softly, "Your Highness looks domineering and domineering, but inwardly he is alert and suspicious, especially good at weighing pros and cons. He and I are of course closer than when we were children. There is a bit of true love accumulated from the exchanges, but more is still fancying the help that his father can bring him."

"Although His Highness Godwin's position is unshakable today, His Highness Mikaela, who is younger, has also shown his talents. Coupled with a few talented demigods outside, His Highness Greg has always been concerned about his own prospects. Quite worried. Under such circumstances, how could he give up a northern guard who can support him for us?"

Duoris was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "You mean, as long as we lose this step, he will immediately fall to Osarion?"

Carlisle nodded, "If everything is settled, there is no doubt about this matter."

"Short-sighted!" Duoris cursed in a low voice, "Even if Osarion is willing to show his favor to him, compared with us, how reliable is this kind of ally who tends to gather for a short-term advantage? God-level struggle, even if you lend Osarion ten guts, he won't dare to get involved!"

He rubbed his temples angrily, paused for a while and said: "That's right, we shouldn't have expected him. Since he made bad words in public several times back then, offended the old party and lost the command of the Furnace Knight, this person It is destined to be difficult to become a master."

Carlisle smiled bitterly, and did not continue his father's topic further, but seriously analyzed: "Once we lose control of the northern border, the nobles of the old party who disliked us will inevitably fall into trouble. Most people think that their father's actions in the northern border have harmed their interests, and they will inevitably gather around the Marquis of Osarion and attack us in turn. Even if His Majesty Radagon intends to rely on his father, it will be difficult to resist the fierceness of the combined forces of the two parties With the general trend, the family will undoubtedly be cleared out of the core power circle of the dynasty, and in that case, we will go from losing one step to losing everything."

Duoris stood up, walked slowly to the window, looked out the glass at the dark night, with a rare look of loneliness on his majestic and solemn face, and sighed: "The old party hates me because I was born in the West. The Conscript Legion is not a comrade who was born and died with the former king. The new party hates me because in their eyes I have spent countless resources belonging to them, but only achieved a few personal fame. Why don't they understand, I never want to mix And their old and new interpretations of the Golden Law, not to mention their meaningless names!"

"I have seen it clearly in the past three years. The northern border is not Gemir, let alone the Weeping Peninsula. The barbarian rebellion there is not an insignificant spark at all. It is a fire of revenge that will never be extinguished. If you are not careful, you will set off a disaster that will burn the entire dynasty!"

"Why should I fight a war where the benefits are disproportionate to the cost, in order to be a famous bullshit? It's because we can't find a better way! The giant war consumed nearly half of the elite power of the entire Golden Dynasty. Even Her Majesty the Queen fought in person, and barely defeated those terrifying opponents. Now that the turmoil in the northern border is intensifying, it is the remnants of the subjugated country that are behind it. The archbishop has secretly united with the giants—under such circumstances, the material and military strength in the northern border is nothing, even if the entire dynasty does everything, it must not sit back and watch the giant royal court recover again!"

Watching his father's lonely back, Carlisle suddenly realized that that figure was no longer the generous and tall figure he remembered.

The military career of suppressing rebellions all year round has greatly damaged his father's health, especially in the past three years in the northern border, he has taken several personal guards to the ice field to investigate the geography countless times, and he has also put down his face and made friends with those flame bishops against his will. Seek to win their support and build that iron wall of defense.

Some people praised his father as a famous general in the world, while others ridiculed his father for being clumsy and foolish, and the strategic decisions he made were not worth the loss. But in Carlisle's eyes, he was more like a hard-working and down-to-earth paper-maker who didn't care who was in the room of the Golden Dynasty. Who is in power, and who is arguing? He just tries to find the location of the air leak in the corner of the eaves and walls, and then tries his best to fill the hole.

That's it.

"At least Archbishop Pirac understands his father, doesn't he?" Carlisle explained.

"Pilak" Duoris recalled the ascetic figure, and sighed: "Yeah, so he can be regarded as my only friend in the northern border - and only he is willing to help me win this final battle." gambling."

"Father, give me the Holy Flame Emblem, and I will win this round for you." Carlisle stood up with a firm expression.

Duoris turned around and stared at his only son. He saw an undeniable will in those eyes, just like himself who resolutely gave up his family business for generations and joined the army when he was young.

After deliberating for a long time, he finally put his palm into his pocket, took out a delicate wooden box and handed it to Carlisle, saying: "I will prepare the most suitable follower for you, remember, no matter you win or lose, you must ensure your own safety! "

"Yes, father."

(End of this chapter)