Ride and Cut

"Master Richard, you built a guard that can easily defeat the reorganized garrison in such a short period of time. I admire and really admire it." Solo squeezed his forehead, his tone and expression Efforts to convey sincerity.

Lord Lord tried his best to restrain the urge to laugh in his heart, waved his hand pretending to be indifferent, "My Lord, I've been rewarded."

But soon Sauron turned his head and rolled his eyes to him, "But regarding politics, you really still have a lot of homework to make up."

"In other words, I'm just a cover?" After all, what Richard lacks is only experience, not brain or intelligence.

Sauron has already said this, but not understanding it can only mean that he doesn't want to understand.

"Of course it's a guise." Sauron shrugged, "You are the winner. No king will put the whole country on the gambling table just because of this trivial matter."

"Not necessarily, at least the Mad King definitely can." The lord habitually lifted the sentence and walked to the wall to unscrew the bronze dragon-head water hose. The boiling water immediately fell into the white porcelain cup, and the heat rose.

He took two glasses and handed the other one to Sauron.

The lords of the Noble Court are quite good at enjoying it. The mountain spring water used is quite sweet even if it is drunk with white mouth.

The mad king in the lord’s mouth is the nickname of the famous traitor Nero thousands of years ago. What contrasts with his amazing magical achievements is that many of his actions in his life are incomprehensible to ordinary people. The taste, known as half genius and half lunatic. The name of the mad king has been widely circulated long before his death.

For him to rashly set off a war on a small matter and bet on a national fortune is not an outrageous thing for him, but a normal thing that he has to do every few years.

The so-called long-term gambling will lose, and the country that Nero established during his lifetime, it is precisely because of his endless misbehavior that it eventually fell apart step by step.

"It's not the Mad King who is in charge of Pompeii now." Sauron's lips smiled, and his beard curled up slightly.

"Damn, we Pompeii must have planned for a long time." Lord Lord is thinking that he can't be used as a gun for nothing, how can he get some real money to get back with military aid.

"In fact, this time, Stuart declared war on us first, see for yourself." Sauron took out another piece of parchment and threw it to Richard - this time from his personal robe.

In other words, Sauron originally planned to take this document to Alpine Fort.

Richard grabbed it and read carefully with the warm yellow light of the magic lamp.

This is Stuart's version. Although they are all the lingua franca of the mainland since ancient times, the swash style is slightly different from Pompeii, and it takes a little time to recognize it word by word.

But what is clearly identifiable is that this Stuart official document was drafted two days earlier than Pompeii's!

Their reason was that Hendra was unfortunately attacked by the nobles of Pompeii for no reason during normal military patrols, and was unfortunately killed after rising up to resist.

Alpine Castle is described as a villain who completely despises human order. In order to maintain order, the Stuart Kingdom decided to teach Pompeii a fatal lesson.

If Pompeii's official document can only be regarded as a slight exaggeration of the facts, then Stuart's one is already completely distorted.

The mountain fort, who counterattacked passively, became a habitual war criminal who committed all evil.

But for such a powerful country, twisting the facts a little bit is not a bad act.

"They may not know that Hendra is still alive." Richard dropped his fingertips on the corresponding text, took the water cup and poured it out, letting out a long sigh of relief.

"It's useless." Solo saw Richard drinking water and took a sip from the porcelain cup. As a result, he was scalded on the spot.

"Do you have leather armor in your mouth!"

"What's wrong?" Lord Lord looked at Sauron with an innocent look.

"Forget it... continue." Sauron wiped his lips. "As long as Stuart doesn't admit it, no one can prove that he is Hendra."

Lord Lord smacked his lips and couldn't help feeling a little sympathy for this hapless man.

Hendra is still alive in the alpine castle dungeon, but at least in his hometown of Stuart, his social status is equivalent to being sentenced to death by this document.

"Both sides are determined to declare war." Richard returned the parchment to Sauron.

In fact, it is normal to have occasional frictions between the little lords and little nobles of the two borders. Most of the time, they don’t even bother to appeal verbally.

It should be the first time that the two great powers declared war on each other directly.

From this perspective, Richard and Hendra should feel proud and proud. They used the most inconspicuous identities to poke the biggest basket.

"Because there have been grievances, it has long since reached the point where it can only be solved by force." Solo's face was full of helplessness.

For the local aristocrats, the outbreak of war in the northeastern provinces is definitely not a good thing, but there is no choice at all.

"A border friction is only a small spark, but the situation is no different from a big tank full of alcohol. Just waiting for a spark to fall will burn him to the ground."

"What's the grudge?" Lord Lord looked curious.

"About five years ago, a magic crystal mine was discovered on the disputed border between Pompeii and Stuart. The reserves are very rich, and the ownership has not been determined in recent years."

"Magic Crystal Mine." Richard smacked his lips.

He saw the magic crystal with his own eyes for the first time in his life, and it was bestowed by Hendra not long ago.

Lord Lord and Sauron looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes--just like eight generations of poor peasants couldn't give up the gold dug out of the ground, the monarch naturally couldn't help watching the magic crystal mine slip through his fingers.

The identities are different, but the reason is the same.

"A storm is coming, are you afraid?" Sauron suddenly raised his head and asked.

"Hmm, I'm afraid of a bird." Richard leaned on the back of the chair lazily and crossed his legs, pouting and blowing a melodious whistle~www.readwn.com~ Really not afraid? "

"It's impossible to send a main force to deal with Gaoshan Fort. What's to be afraid of." Richard pointed the arm of the chair with the tip of his index finger. "To be honest, I have always lacked respect for third-rate goods."

"Yes, Stuart is here for the magic crystal, so I don't care about you too much." Sauron stared at the water glass for a long time, but in the end he couldn't help but burst into swearing with a bitter smile, "Damn it. Yes, I'm almost scared to death, you are really a big heart!"

"There's nothing else, I'm going to go if it's okay." In fact, Richard himself is also a forehead lawsuit.

For Alpine Fort, the possible benefits and risks of this battle are so daunting, it is possible to climb to the sky in one step, and it is more likely to die and become one of the countless pioneering lords who died in the wilderness. .

The specific arrangements have to go back to ponder.

"The military department and the governor's mansion will definitely give some support to Gaoshan Fort." Sauron paused behind him and said, "You can live in the Noble Court, you should have a letter in a few days."