Chapter 457： Father and son

In the study, the Duke of Saint-Pros and the Marquis of Vincent sat opposite each other.

The atmosphere is extremely stagnant.

The Duke of Saint-Pros kept his gaze on the face of the opposite son, as if he wanted to see every subtle change in his expression.

The Marquis of Vincent looked down at the chessboard on the table, seemingly afraid to face his father's scrutiny.

The faint cry of killing came in through the window, but it did not attract the attention of the two at all.

It seemed that it was not the terrible blood cavalry who had entered the city at this moment, but just a group of playful children, not worthy of any extra attention.

On the surface, he still maintained his composure, but the Marquis of Vincent had already overturned in his heart.

The words of the Duke of Saint-Pros just now made him confirm one thing-some of the officers of the Hall family have rebelled!

Of course, perhaps in the eyes of this person, the Marquis of Vincent and Earl of Hall are the ones who really betrayed the East.

The Marquis of Vincent understands that what he says next is very important, and that to truly trust his father, he must change his original strategy...

Seeing his son fell into a long silence, the Duke of St. Pros did not urge, but stared at him coldly, waiting for a reasonable explanation, or another disappointing lie.

After a long time, the Marquis of Vincent finally spoke:

"Father, if I want to harm you, I won't remind you that the real goal of the main blood cavalry is Bailu City, so that you can arrange all of this calmly."

Hearing this, the sharp eyes of the Duke of Saint-Pros finally eased slightly, but he still did not easily let go of the meaning of the Marquis of Vincent, and asked:

"Then how did you know the true movement of the main blood cavalry force in advance?"

Before the Marquis of Vincent could answer, the Duke of Saint-Pros blocked his retreat in advance: "Don't lie to me with the nonsense of'I guessed it'!"

The face of the Marquis of Vincent kept changing, as if he was doing a fierce ideological struggle. After a long while, he finally calmed down, as if he had figured out something.

"Father, do you remember the one thing you said the most to me when I was a kid when you taught me to play chess?"

The Duke of Saint-Pros was visibly stunned, and then asked unclearly: "What is it?"

The Marquis of Vincent finally looked up, looked back at the Duke of Saint-Pros calmly, and then learned the other's tone and said:

"Kill the opponent's'king', or be killed by the opponent's'king'!"

The Duke of Saint-Pros understood what his son meant, and asked: "Then who are you playing against? Evan?"

"Who else but him!" Marquis Vincent growled angrily, "Do you know that I was assassinated in Silvermoon City, and the knights of the Fein family were also involved!"

"The Fein family..." The Duke of Saint-Pros was taken aback. He knew that the Fein family was a hard-core supporter of his second son.

"That's right! Father, Evan is already on the chessboard, sitting opposite me, besides confronting me, do I have a way out?"

"So you colluded with Colin Angele and betrayed the Pegasus Navy?"

The Marquis of Vincent paused, then gritted his teeth and said: "You have all begun to clean up my support in the East. Do I have any other choice?"

When the Duke of Saint-Pros heard this, a great sadness surged in his heart, but it was more anger.

The irresistible anger made the air in the room seem to condense at this moment.

The Marquis of Vincent felt his father's monstrous anger and terrifying oppressive aura, and said in a hurry:

"But father, I just pretended to take refuge in Colin Anglia, in order to gain freedom and break the game with my strength, but please believe that the current situation is still under my control, and Earl Hall is not true. Betray the East..."

"Did not betray the East?" The Duke of Saint-Pross sneered, "Destroying half of the Pegasus water fleet and helping the blood cavalry cross the Nushui River. Isn't this betrayal?"

The Marquis of Vincent also gave up at this time, and said immediately without yielding:

"If Evan hadn't forced him too much, how could Earl Hall make such a decision? But father, please believe me, Earl Hall always has his heart to the east. As long as you forgive his fault, Anger will still It is a barrier to the East!

As for the blood cavalry who have crossed the river, ha ha, haven't they also fallen into your trap now? "

The Duke of Saint-Pros reduced his momentum, but still sneered and said, "So, I still want to thank you?"

The Marquis of Vincent also breathed a sigh of relief. Knowing that his father was actually soft-hearted, he immediately shook his head, made a painful look, and said in a deep tone:

"No, father. I know that my actions have brought immense losses to the East. Those soldiers who died in my own hands, as well as the dead souls of the East who died tragically under the ravages of the blood cavalry, were all because I……

But, is this really just my responsibility?

Who put Evan on the chessboard?

Facing this game of chess, besides trying my best to win, do I have other options? "

The Duke of Saint-Pros suddenly lowered his head, as if he did not want to face his son's angry gaze.

Suddenly he was a little confused-could it be that he was really wrong?

In fact, a long time ago, someone had reminded the Duke of Saint-Pros that the second son Evan had too much thoughts, and it was best to cut off his idea of ​​inheriting the Duke of the East as early as possible to avoid chaos.

In fact, the Duke of Saint-Pros listened to this person's persuasion, and then sent Evan to Yeville to make him a mage, and has been trying his best to help his eldest son Vincent cultivate his own power and stabilize his position as the first heir. .

It wasn't until Vincent buried the Pegasus Legion under Silvermoon City, and his wife stalked him that the Duke of Saint-Pros began to waver.

Now, the Duke of Saint-Pros suddenly felt that if he persisted to the end, wouldn't all of this now happen?

But soon, he put away this meaningless thought.

Regret is the most useless emotion.

The Duke of Saint-Pros is reluctant to admit that the current situation was caused by his wrong decision.

He raised his head again looked at his son with complicated eyes, and asked, "Do you have a way to bring the Hall family back to the East?"

"Of course!" Marquis Vincent replied without hesitation, "The Hall family never left!"

At this moment, the Marquis Vincent's heart was filled with ecstasy like the rest of his life.

He understands that he finally regained his father's trust-of course, it may be a helpless compromise.

But in any case, the chess game faced by the Marquis of Vincent survived!

"Father, the most important thing now is not to let the blood cavalry pick up the Hall family members from Bailu City!"

"None of them can get out of Bailu City!" The Duke of St. Pros sneered, his eyes full of confident and confident.

Then he ordered the Marquis of Vincent:

"I want you to personally bring the Hall family back to see me!"

"Yes, father!"