Chapter 368： Change in the situation
The ruler of the Kingdom of Ansu, the longest-serving king since the Second Dynasty, Francis II stood on the high terrace of Silver Fort, overlooking the ancient city that had been ruled by the Moen royal family for 700 years. The glory of the magical sun shines on the old king, and a splendid brilliance shines on his gorgeous gold-red coat, which shines with the shimmering light on the entire surface of the Silver Fort. In one piece, the old king with the name of wisdom and forbearance seems to be integrated with the whole castle, even with the whole city and the whole kingdom.
After a long standing and gazing, a gentle footstep passed from the rear, and the old king’s hearing was still keen. He turned and looked at the man who was already behind him.
It was a middle-aged man wearing a black gold-plated long coat, a pale blond short curly hair, and an ordinary temperament. He stood in front of Francis II, his eyes were gentle and gentle, and there was a hint of awe.
"Wale, have you seen Aiden?" Francis II looked at the middle-aged man in front of his eyes. Although the other person was his eldest son, his tone was indifferent and calm, as if he were the most common with his own. Followers speak.
Wales? Moen, this is the name of a middle-aged man. He was the first son of Francis II. Before the appearance of Prince Edmund, he was once the only legal heir to the kingdom, but on the top stage of the entire Ansu. The former heir was even more active than Veronica Moen, who had entered the church and left the Ansu ruling. This politician with a weak character and a weak character is like the shadow of the royal family of Moen. Hidden from everyone's sight.
The "Aiden" mentioned by Francis II is the former prime minister of the king, Aiden Alfred.
"Yes, Father," the middle-aged Prince of Wales bowed his head slightly, and said in a gentle tone, "The former Prime Minister and I have confessed some of the considerations for living in Fort Silver."
"Very good," Francis II said faintly. "After I left with Edmund, Silver Fort still needed a Moenzi to sit down, and Veronica had converted to the Lord of Light, so this position can only stay. For you. Do you understand?"
Wales was silent for a moment and whispered: "I understand."
"Don't worry, you just have to stay at Silver Fort. There is nothing you need to do." Francis II looked at his mediocre son and shook his head in a hurry. "The North and the Duke of the West will handle it well." all."
Wales? Moen bowed his head deeply: "...Yes."
The door connecting the terrace and the castle was pushed open, and Edmund Moen, who had already replaced the light knight, stepped onto the terrace. The young heir to the kingdom came to Francis II and bent slightly: "Father ,Already prepared."
The old king finally looked at Wales and then turned his head and went to the door of the terrace: "Let's go."
Francis II and Edmund left the terrace. They walked down the stairs and crossed the long corridor in the castle. As they passed through the front hall, two people dressed in Chinese costumes came forward to them.
One is wearing the dark blue duke, the temperament and elegance, with a few books, the Duke of the West, Bai Dewen? Franklin, one is wearing a white dress, wearing a silver fox shawl, temperament cold North Duke Victoria? Wilde.
The two nobles who were nominally second only to the king in the kingdom came to François II and made a slight ritual. Berdwin Franklin first spoke: "I wish you a smooth trip."
"I will work hard for peace," Francis II said solemnly, and then his eyes fell on the snow-cooled female grandfather. He quietly looked at the other side for two seconds before he continued to speak. "I hope Ansu will be peaceful for a long time."
Victoria? Wilder nodded slightly: "Ansu will be long-lived."
Then they passed by.
When the royal team escorted by the Moen royal emblem and escorted by a large number of cavalry and war mage left Silver Fort, Wales still stood on the cold-blown terrace, and he quietly looked down at the castle. The gorgeous team that passed through the square had a slight drop in his face.
A strange cold wind blew from behind, the former heir shook a little, then turned around and looked at the Duke of Victoria Wilde standing in front of him without any surprise.
It’s so cold, this woman who is as cold as the mountains in the north, Wales **** the cold air that suddenly floats in the air, but it’s the first time since the 20th year that it’s the only successor of the kingdom. During the Victorian Wilde period, he also stood on this high terrace, and Victoria, wearing a white princess dress, suddenly ran up and pointed to his nose and said, "You are the prince, right, I am the future." The Duke of Wilde! I will look at you!"
A magical condensed snow flutters over Wales? On the face of Moen, the middle-aged prince immediately woke up. He nodded to the North Duke of the Duke in front of him: "Duke of Victoria, I have to trouble you this time."
Victoria nodded in a blank expression: "You don't have to worry about the affairs of the kingdom. The Duke of Berdwin and I will take care of everything for you. Just rest in peace in Silver Fort, I will look at you."
The last sentence and the memory suddenly overlapped. Welsh? Moen’s face shook a little, but he still bowed his head as usual, and his tone changed without saying: “Okay.”
Victoria? Wilde frowned slightly at the prince in front of him, and then did not say anything, a sudden snow shrouded her figure, accompanied by the whirlwind of cold snow, her figure has disappeared on the castle's terrace.
In the middle of this month of recovery, a message swiftly spread throughout Ansu at the same time as the warm wind that suddenly turned to this season. The news was as fast as the well-informed aristocrats with their own intelligence channels. Spread.
King Ansu, Francis II and Prince Edmund led the envoys to leave Silver Fort.
Of course, "as the wind spreads" is only relative to the speed of the general news of this era. Without the use of lions and messengers, without the use of magical communication, the speed of getting news in remote areas still depends on the speed of the messenger. It’s obvious that Cecil’s collar has not been able to build an intelligence line with a gryphon messenger and a magical communication tower from the extreme south to St. Sunil. This needs to divide the aristocrats across the countless large and small, cross the rock fortress, and cross the traditional nobility. The strong Holy Spirit Plain, the high cost is only one aspect, the intricate power pattern is even more troublesome. So when Gao Wen received this news, it was already ten days later.
This is also the result of the Seychelles Chamber of Commerce and the outpost of the Military Intelligence Bureau along the way, and he has received intelligence faster than most of the nobles in the South and even faster than the Count of Andrews in Tanzan.
After receiving the information, he immediately called Heti, who was in charge of the internal affairs, the amber responsible for intelligence, and Byron, Philip, and Solderin, who were in charge of the military, and called these people to the assembly room of the Lord's House.
"The royal ambassadors are set by the team. In order to achieve synchronization with Tifeng, they will not be too fast. At this time, they should have just left the plain of the Holy Spirit and have not yet entered the east." Gao Wenyang’s secret letter The letter was sent by the officers of the Military Intelligence Bureau in the Holy Spirit Plain, sent all the way through the trade route, and finally handed over from Amber to him. "If all goes well, formal contact and negotiation will be at the end of the month of recovery. Or at the beginning of the month of the fire, according to intelligence, Ansu and Tifeng jointly built a 'Fortress' on the border to conduct the negotiations."
Byron looked at the information in Gao Wen’s hand and said something unexpectedly: “Are our information lines already spread to St. Sunil?”
"I didn't have it last year, but after the spring of this year, our pharmacy merchants entered the plain of the Holy Spirit. Thanks to Mr. Padrick's efforts and the help of the woman of Roperie Gülen," Gao Wen nodded, then went on, " Edmund Moen, who is traveling with Francis II, is currently in Wales, where he is staying in the Silver Fort. Moen."
"The eldest son of the king?" Herti immediately stunned. It felt a bit strange. "It is said that he is a mediocre person, not good at politics, and has been away from the kingdom for many years. He is currently a prince who has little real power... Why does the king want him? Staying behind the king, not Prince Edmond?"
"Francis II may not be assured that his overly talented heir will leave his sight, especially when he leaves the kingdom," Gao Wen smiled and shook his head. "I have seen that Edmund." Prince, he is a very insightful, but too insightful young man. As for staying in Silversburg, Wales... It is not important that he can manage this country because the Duke of the North, Victoria? Wilde and Duke of the West Franklin has arrived in Silver Fort in advance, and there is King Abdullah Aiden as the pillar of the royal family, and Silver Fort is still stable."
"...the Welsh is really a poor prince," Soldering shrugged. The high-ranking Ranger, who witnessed the seven hundred years of Ansu’s history, seemed to have a cold on the current "illegitimate son," but not How much respect can be said, "He is just a symbol in the castle."
"It doesn't matter to Francis II. The entire second dynasty was established under the support of the Duke of the North. The people of Wilde are not in the Silver Fort. The name of Moen is just a symbol here. In this case, Wales, which is easier to control, can save him a lot of trouble," Gao Wen said, waving his hand. "This has little to do with us."
Amber is a bit strange: "What are you calling us?"
Gao Wen didn't take care of the half-elf lady next to him, but looked at Byron: "How is the spring expansion of the Combat Corps and the progress of the new weapons?"
As soon as this problem was thrown out, everyone on the scene was paralyzed.
They smelled a disturbing message from Gao Wen’s attitude.
After a long standing and gazing, a gentle footstep passed from the rear, and the old king’s hearing was still keen. He turned and looked at the man who was already behind him.
It was a middle-aged man wearing a black gold-plated long coat, a pale blond short curly hair, and an ordinary temperament. He stood in front of Francis II, his eyes were gentle and gentle, and there was a hint of awe.
"Wale, have you seen Aiden?" Francis II looked at the middle-aged man in front of his eyes. Although the other person was his eldest son, his tone was indifferent and calm, as if he were the most common with his own. Followers speak.
Wales? Moen, this is the name of a middle-aged man. He was the first son of Francis II. Before the appearance of Prince Edmund, he was once the only legal heir to the kingdom, but on the top stage of the entire Ansu. The former heir was even more active than Veronica Moen, who had entered the church and left the Ansu ruling. This politician with a weak character and a weak character is like the shadow of the royal family of Moen. Hidden from everyone's sight.
The "Aiden" mentioned by Francis II is the former prime minister of the king, Aiden Alfred.
"Yes, Father," the middle-aged Prince of Wales bowed his head slightly, and said in a gentle tone, "The former Prime Minister and I have confessed some of the considerations for living in Fort Silver."
"Very good," Francis II said faintly. "After I left with Edmund, Silver Fort still needed a Moenzi to sit down, and Veronica had converted to the Lord of Light, so this position can only stay. For you. Do you understand?"
Wales was silent for a moment and whispered: "I understand."
"Don't worry, you just have to stay at Silver Fort. There is nothing you need to do." Francis II looked at his mediocre son and shook his head in a hurry. "The North and the Duke of the West will handle it well." all."
Wales? Moen bowed his head deeply: "...Yes."
The door connecting the terrace and the castle was pushed open, and Edmund Moen, who had already replaced the light knight, stepped onto the terrace. The young heir to the kingdom came to Francis II and bent slightly: "Father ,Already prepared."
The old king finally looked at Wales and then turned his head and went to the door of the terrace: "Let's go."
Francis II and Edmund left the terrace. They walked down the stairs and crossed the long corridor in the castle. As they passed through the front hall, two people dressed in Chinese costumes came forward to them.
One is wearing the dark blue duke, the temperament and elegance, with a few books, the Duke of the West, Bai Dewen? Franklin, one is wearing a white dress, wearing a silver fox shawl, temperament cold North Duke Victoria? Wilde.
The two nobles who were nominally second only to the king in the kingdom came to François II and made a slight ritual. Berdwin Franklin first spoke: "I wish you a smooth trip."
"I will work hard for peace," Francis II said solemnly, and then his eyes fell on the snow-cooled female grandfather. He quietly looked at the other side for two seconds before he continued to speak. "I hope Ansu will be peaceful for a long time."
Victoria? Wilder nodded slightly: "Ansu will be long-lived."
Then they passed by.
When the royal team escorted by the Moen royal emblem and escorted by a large number of cavalry and war mage left Silver Fort, Wales still stood on the cold-blown terrace, and he quietly looked down at the castle. The gorgeous team that passed through the square had a slight drop in his face.
A strange cold wind blew from behind, the former heir shook a little, then turned around and looked at the Duke of Victoria Wilde standing in front of him without any surprise.
It’s so cold, this woman who is as cold as the mountains in the north, Wales **** the cold air that suddenly floats in the air, but it’s the first time since the 20th year that it’s the only successor of the kingdom. During the Victorian Wilde period, he also stood on this high terrace, and Victoria, wearing a white princess dress, suddenly ran up and pointed to his nose and said, "You are the prince, right, I am the future." The Duke of Wilde! I will look at you!"
A magical condensed snow flutters over Wales? On the face of Moen, the middle-aged prince immediately woke up. He nodded to the North Duke of the Duke in front of him: "Duke of Victoria, I have to trouble you this time."
Victoria nodded in a blank expression: "You don't have to worry about the affairs of the kingdom. The Duke of Berdwin and I will take care of everything for you. Just rest in peace in Silver Fort, I will look at you."
The last sentence and the memory suddenly overlapped. Welsh? Moen’s face shook a little, but he still bowed his head as usual, and his tone changed without saying: “Okay.”
Victoria? Wilde frowned slightly at the prince in front of him, and then did not say anything, a sudden snow shrouded her figure, accompanied by the whirlwind of cold snow, her figure has disappeared on the castle's terrace.
In the middle of this month of recovery, a message swiftly spread throughout Ansu at the same time as the warm wind that suddenly turned to this season. The news was as fast as the well-informed aristocrats with their own intelligence channels. Spread.
King Ansu, Francis II and Prince Edmund led the envoys to leave Silver Fort.
Of course, "as the wind spreads" is only relative to the speed of the general news of this era. Without the use of lions and messengers, without the use of magical communication, the speed of getting news in remote areas still depends on the speed of the messenger. It’s obvious that Cecil’s collar has not been able to build an intelligence line with a gryphon messenger and a magical communication tower from the extreme south to St. Sunil. This needs to divide the aristocrats across the countless large and small, cross the rock fortress, and cross the traditional nobility. The strong Holy Spirit Plain, the high cost is only one aspect, the intricate power pattern is even more troublesome. So when Gao Wen received this news, it was already ten days later.
This is also the result of the Seychelles Chamber of Commerce and the outpost of the Military Intelligence Bureau along the way, and he has received intelligence faster than most of the nobles in the South and even faster than the Count of Andrews in Tanzan.
After receiving the information, he immediately called Heti, who was in charge of the internal affairs, the amber responsible for intelligence, and Byron, Philip, and Solderin, who were in charge of the military, and called these people to the assembly room of the Lord's House.
"The royal ambassadors are set by the team. In order to achieve synchronization with Tifeng, they will not be too fast. At this time, they should have just left the plain of the Holy Spirit and have not yet entered the east." Gao Wenyang’s secret letter The letter was sent by the officers of the Military Intelligence Bureau in the Holy Spirit Plain, sent all the way through the trade route, and finally handed over from Amber to him. "If all goes well, formal contact and negotiation will be at the end of the month of recovery. Or at the beginning of the month of the fire, according to intelligence, Ansu and Tifeng jointly built a 'Fortress' on the border to conduct the negotiations."
Byron looked at the information in Gao Wen’s hand and said something unexpectedly: “Are our information lines already spread to St. Sunil?”
"I didn't have it last year, but after the spring of this year, our pharmacy merchants entered the plain of the Holy Spirit. Thanks to Mr. Padrick's efforts and the help of the woman of Roperie Gülen," Gao Wen nodded, then went on, " Edmund Moen, who is traveling with Francis II, is currently in Wales, where he is staying in the Silver Fort. Moen."
"The eldest son of the king?" Herti immediately stunned. It felt a bit strange. "It is said that he is a mediocre person, not good at politics, and has been away from the kingdom for many years. He is currently a prince who has little real power... Why does the king want him? Staying behind the king, not Prince Edmond?"
"Francis II may not be assured that his overly talented heir will leave his sight, especially when he leaves the kingdom," Gao Wen smiled and shook his head. "I have seen that Edmund." Prince, he is a very insightful, but too insightful young man. As for staying in Silversburg, Wales... It is not important that he can manage this country because the Duke of the North, Victoria? Wilde and Duke of the West Franklin has arrived in Silver Fort in advance, and there is King Abdullah Aiden as the pillar of the royal family, and Silver Fort is still stable."
"...the Welsh is really a poor prince," Soldering shrugged. The high-ranking Ranger, who witnessed the seven hundred years of Ansu’s history, seemed to have a cold on the current "illegitimate son," but not How much respect can be said, "He is just a symbol in the castle."
"It doesn't matter to Francis II. The entire second dynasty was established under the support of the Duke of the North. The people of Wilde are not in the Silver Fort. The name of Moen is just a symbol here. In this case, Wales, which is easier to control, can save him a lot of trouble," Gao Wen said, waving his hand. "This has little to do with us."
Amber is a bit strange: "What are you calling us?"
Gao Wen didn't take care of the half-elf lady next to him, but looked at Byron: "How is the spring expansion of the Combat Corps and the progress of the new weapons?"
As soon as this problem was thrown out, everyone on the scene was paralyzed.
They smelled a disturbing message from Gao Wen’s attitude.
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