There is a blazing fire in the fireplace in the bedroom. The fire completely dispels the cold winter. A pile of neatly split pine wood is piled up next to the fireplace. This is the best fuel for heating in winter. The special fragrance emitted by the pine wood floats indoors with the heat.

The luxurious silk bedding and sheets, soft and comfortable velvet pillows, and the brocade blanket from Thor fell messily on the carpet. It seemed that a hurricane had just blew in the bedroom, and it seemed like it was trampled by two fighting troops. After extreme madness, there was extreme tranquility. Lying on the bed, Rebow gently stroked Miss Frera's tender skin. The madness just now was the only compensation he could give Frera.

Rebow would never forget that when Miss Frera smiled and half open the door, she pulled him into the bedroom with a chuckle, her true feelings revealed her sad appearance. Unlike Miss Randy, Frera is always a strong-willed and cynical woman in front of everyone, as if she had seen through everything in life and life. Only when she was alone with Rebow could Frera show her weak side. Frera's crying was silent, and she would bite Ribo's collar with her teeth and let tears flow over her cheeks. But this silent cry made Rebow even more sad.

It is completely different from the way to express sadness. Frera will express his joy in the most unrestrained way. After thorough indulgence and madness, the warm hug and caress are the warm hugs and caresses. Sometimes, Ribo really cannot understand Frera, but he always tried his best to cater to Miss Frera's preferences, because this is the only way he can compensate Frera. After exhaustion, hugging each other, Ribo does feel warm and happy. In this foreign land, Ribo felt the feeling of home for the first time. He has never felt this feeling since he left Nangang and changed from a small Nangang clerk to the heir of the Lord of Serthborg, Reb Byndith.

"The matter was finally resolved successfully." Ruibo sighed and said, "Eckert has sent the news to the head, and Nangang should be able to breathe a sigh of relief."

"When will we go back?" Frera asked, raising her eyebrows. As a woman, she doesn't like traveling, especially for long trips in the cold winter.

"If there is no trouble, we can leave when we reply to us, at least that's what Eckert told me." Rebbo replied.

"In that case, returning to Serthburgh will be a long way from us," Frera muttered.

"Is there any more trouble?" Ruibo couldn't help asking.

"I'm worried that Francis might set off an unimaginable storm, and you are the center of the storm." Frera said in a low tone with a frown.

"This time the king's prestige was greatly weakened, and the Elder House gradually turned to Prince Phillips' side. In this case, the situation became extremely subtle. Which side did the foreign vassal like Serthberg often have a huge impact on the balance of power. I'm afraid we may not be able to get out of this quagmire as we wish." Frera explained. Although she never liked to care about these things, because of this time, during the days when Rebbo lived in Lombardy, Frera did spend a lot of energy to study the information collected by the actors. With Frera's eyes and feelings, we naturally saw a lot of things from it.

"Guess what would Mr. Hyde choose in this case?" Ribo asked

"The head will not surrender to either side. It is because the Fort Serth and Southport have always kept a certain distance from Franck that they can prosper so much. Whether it is the king or the prince, they all regard Southport as a piece of fat. No matter who sits firmly on the throne, it will be of no benefit to Southport." Frera said with a curl.

"But, we are now enemies of Your Majesty. Even if we plan to stop, you won't be willing to do so." Ruibo said helplessly.

"Haha, you are too naive. Haven't Eckert ever taught you that politics is the most unprincipled deal? Yesterday's mortal enemy could have become today's friend, and a friend who was also on the same front would have been very likely to betray you suddenly. Did the king soon sign an agreement with Delizhi, the biggest mortal enemy of the Kingdom of Francis? This is the best proof." Frera said sarcastically.

"It would be a great thing if Your Majesty did not regard us as enemies." Ruibo said with a smile.

"Is that true? Head and Eckert probably wouldn't think so. The situation in the future will be more complicated. We must not only guard against the king, but also against the friends of the past, but also against the prince." Frera said softly.

Ruibo asked in confusion: "Why do you say that?"

"The head has sent someone to Yile to protect your aunt and uncle. For the benefit of Nangang, Miel Dowfen is likely to betray us at the right time. After the position of the Lord of Serth Castle was determined, the situation has changed. Whether it is the king or the prince, he will not interfere in the things in the south again before he holds the throne. Therefore, you, the heir of the lord, seem to be no longer important."

"What good will it do to him if Mr. Dauphin betray us? Without Mr. Hyde's protection, Southport could not maintain its prosperity at all." Ribo asked in surprise.

"You are right. The head is indeed very strong, but if the king has absolute power and forcibly sending troops to take over the Fort Serth and South Port, with the strength in the hands of the head, can it stop all this?"

"What makes the king dare not act rashly is not the strength of the head, but the situation that moves the whole body.

"Now that the management rights of the South have been basically settled, Nangang needs to find a stronger force to ensure its current status. The head will not help it. In this case, the merchants of Nangang are likely to treat us as gifts and offer us to people who can provide more favorable protection. This is politics." Frera explained.

"Who else can protect the South except Mr. Hyde? Didn't you just say that once your Majesty or the Prince is firmly in charge of the throne, it will be a disaster for Nangang?" Ruibo asked.

"Is there no other choice except the king and the prince?" Frera said with a strange smile on her lips:

"Why did His Highness from the Deliz to Prince enter Franc from the south just to avoid danger? From Southport to Franc, there are thousands of miles of roads, and the chances of encountering danger are even greater. What's more, there is another shorter road that can reach Franc. By Furg, we got ashore at Naman. It was only more than 700 kilometers from Naman to Franc. Along the way, there were bustling cities. It was much easier to hide our whereabouts and avoid ambush."

"If there is civil strife in Francis, Delizhi will probably not stand by. Compared with the king and prince, Delizhi is obviously a stronger backer. If we take this opportunity to open up Delizhi's trade route, the wealth of Nangang will further increase." Miss Frera said.

"Isn't that a wolf into the house? How could a person like Mr. Miel Dowfen make such a stupid choice?" Ribo said disapprovingly.

"It may not be that after the land occupied by the Delizhi people, they did plunder the wealthy nobles, but they did not over-empt the merchants and the little nobles. They knew very well that the merchants were the root of wealth and the people who created wealth for them continuously. It can be said that the Delizhi nobles were much more wise than the Francis nobles."

"Mer Dowfen is a smart man. He knows very well what kind of allies he should choose. He has a broad social relationship and is easy to get along with others. His head has been on guard against him. Now he is like this."

Frera put her body in front of Ribo, pressed her tightly with him, and whispered: "Of course, Delizhi is not the only choice for Mail Dowfen."

"Terri is Franx's feud. For Nangang, defection to Deerri is more harmful than good. Yilei is also a good choice. Yilei's political system is probably more appreciated by merchants. It is a paradise for rich people. Yilei's wealthy nobles have also transformed into another form of merchants."

"What's more, the Holy See is set on Ireth, which gives them a unique advantage. Even if it is as powerful as a country like Deli, it is impossible for them to completely ignore the existence of the Holy See."

"Of course, Mail Dowfen would also worry that at critical moments Yilei would abandon Nangang, and this businessmanized country acted like a profit-oriented businessman. Yilei had a bad reputation in this regard. It even abandoned its original three counties, just to maintain trade with Thor."

"If you defect to Yilei, there will definitely be no Nangang people who are not worried. Will they become victims that can be given up?" Frera said contemptuously in her usual sarcastic tone.

"It seems that there is nothing perfect in this world." Ruibo sighed.

"Yes, don't people call it heaven?" Frera mocked.

Ruibo seemed to have a deep feeling, and leaned against Frera even tighter. He leaned against Frera and asked softly:

"What should we do? The matter of Serthborg has come to an end. My work has been completed."

Frera glared at Ribo and asked slightly jealously, "What do you mean? The matter has been resolved. Are you going to go back to Serthburgh as discussed with Miss Meading to complete the stallion? In fact, you don't need to go back to Serthburgh, Miss Lanti is here. You can exercise your duties now. Maybe next year, the true legal heir of Serthburgh will be born, right?"

Rebow could only turn a deaf ear to Frera's jealousy. Eckert once told him that trying to explain in this situation is the stupidest choice. Finding a way to comfort and coax it is the right way to do it, but this set has no effect on Frera. Frera's temper is a bit strange. The more she coaxed, the more she likes to act coquettishly, the more she will be. Rebow could only wait for Frera to calm herself down.

"It's good to do the stallion, and Miss Lanty won't need to always be with you in the future."

Frera smiled and said, "But it may not be as you wish. Before the situation becomes clearer, how could you, an important person, leave the eye of this storm? Even if you want to leave, others will try their best to stop you from doing this."

"Why? Is His Majesty the King still planning to deal with me now? Or leave me here to take on a hostage?" asked Ribo.

"Have you forgotten that Prince, that Prince is the real terrible enemy? It is very likely that we have become his weapon to attack the king without knowing it. Do you still remember the experience of you and the head in danger in the Bart Forest? Now it seems that the group of sneak attackers were obviously the assassins sent by the prince to intercept the Prince of Delizhi. The magician who was killed by you later in the Fort Serth and the knight who was blocked by Kelle, are probably also the prince's subordinates."

"Eckert has already investigated. After Mathil fled to Fort Thurth, he did not surrender to the king. The false information he provided led to the king's wrong choice and sent Robert, the most inappropriate candidate, to serve as the imperial envoy. All of this is probably Prince Phillips who was making trouble behind the scenes. We have become the most powerful weapon he used to deal with the king." Frera said.

"There are also those people of unknown origin outside the city, most of them are the prince's subordinates, and most of their target is His Highness, the prince of Deli, once the prince is assassinated, the kingdom of Deli will inevitably tear up the agreement and attack the Kingdom of Francis. At that time, the trump card in the king's hand becomes the strongest basis for him to step down, and the responsibility for war will be pushed on the king's head."

Hearing everything Miss Frera said, Rebe frowned tightly. He thought that the role he played had reached its end, but he did not expect that such a big change would happen. As Miss Frera said, Rebe himself also felt like he was in the eyes of a storm and could not help but feel.

...

In the palace, in the magnificent conference hall, His Majesty the King was dejected and listened to the opinions of the legal counsel.

"Your Majesty, I have advised you not to believe the advice of the Wizard Vach, and also advised you to stay away from the fickle villain Vach. Today you have seen his methods with your own eyes. He ignored your reputation and did not hesitate to let you bear the charge of killing and silence. In the public's eyes, he used such cruel means to burn the Wizard Perseus alive, and under that circumstances, he would openly attack the heir of the Lord of Sces. Your Majesty, think about it, once the heir of the Lord of Sces is killed at the hearing, how will the world view you?" Marquis Keane told the dissatisfaction that had been accumulated in his heart to the king in person.

"What you said is so great, and I deeply regret that I trust Vach too much at the beginning." At this time, the supreme Your Majesty had to lower his noble head.

"Your Majesty, do you know who the heir of the Lord of the Serth Castle is? You have also seen that one of the big reasons why this hearing became so uncontrollable was that the power of the magician Perseus could not match that young man. This really surprised me, why could a great magician not be able to defeat a small magic apprentice?" asked Marquis Keane.

"The Wizard Vach told me that behind the boy, with the secret help of the Archbishop, the Wizard Perseus was actually defeated by the church." The king thought for a while and said.

"Your Majesty, do you still believe in the Wach Magician that way? In my opinion, Wach's words are not trustworthy at all. Your Majesty, you should listen to the opinions of others, such as how Master Nile Erre, the Chairman of the Magic Association, explained it." Marquis Keane whispered, he deliberately lowered his voice. After all, he was not sure whether the court magician Vach could eavesdrop on the conversation in the conference hall through magical magic.

The Supreme Master looked at the elderly minister in front of him and repeatedly measured how loyal the old minister was to him. After thinking for a long time, the King finally made up his mind: "Marquis Keen, you are my most trusted minister. I do not intend to keep a secret for you. After the hearing, I went to the headquarters of the Magicians Association next to the square and visited Master Nile'ere."

"Like you, Master Nileellei has warned me not to have conflicts with Sethborough. Master Nileii has some understanding of the little heir, who is a disciple of Master Mashik, who once praised him for his excellent talent."

"However, Master Nile'er himself did not expect that this young man had such powerful power. He told me that the power used by the magician of Poseus to deal with that young man could easily kill anyone who was not prepared in advance, including the magician Mashik himself. The sacred blessings and blessings of the church could not resist and weaken such deadly power. Even Master Nile'er himself could not imagine how powerful the young man had, so that the wand in the magician of Poseus could be damaged to such an extent through just spiritual attacks..."

Marquis Keane couldn't help asking as he looked at His Majesty the King's desire to speak but stopped, "Does Master Nileere really know nothing about this power?"

The king thought for a while, and whispered as if he had made up his mind, "The master did have some guesses, but this kind of guess is too horrible. You are my most trusted minister. I don't want to hide anything from you."

"Master Nileere, I just visited the two masters, Masque and Andeli, not long ago. Master Masque made amazing discoveries in the depths of the Batter Forest."

The king said here, put his lips close to Keen's ear and said in an extremely subtle voice: "Master Masque discovered the notebook left by the great magician Kaimildit."

When he heard this news, Marquis Keane was shocked and couldn't help but tremble. With his extensive knowledge, he knew nothing worse than the magicians, the most powerful magician in the legend. Born in the era of Francis II, he served as the consultant of His Majesty of His Majesty, and was also the teacher of the two most famous kings. He has almost become a legend in historical records. As incredible as Kemildit's legendary experience, he has the power he possesses.

Kemildit is known by the world as the closest man to God. He created countless glory and miracles in his life. The Paladin Order, the strongest knights in the Kingdom of Francis, is one of them. In the three hundred years since this knight was formed, it was almost invincible until the Delizhi Kingdom exchanged the lives of countless magicians for the long and short Knights of the Paladin and the Bloodthirsty Corps.

In addition to the Paladin, the huge stone statues created by Kemildit are even more powerful war machines. If it weren't for the incompetence of the commander and the magicians, Francis IX would have probably occupied Palin, conquered and ruled this powerful and unyielding nation.

In short, any matter related to Kemildit represents absolute power and terrifying destructive power.

Of course, Keane knew very well why His Majesty the King was so melancholy that this was definitely the highest secret of the Kingdom of Francis. Compared with the power left by Kemildit, neither the hundreds of thousands of soldiers in Prince Phillips's hands nor the powerful legion of the Delidae Kingdom became worthless. Even the Holy Seems weak and powerless in front of it. If this news is accurate, then controlling the two masters, Masque and Andeli, is more important than anything else. Once you master the power of the great magician Kemildit, even if the Elder House and Prince Phillips join forces, even the Holy See is on their side, you can ignore it.

"Your Majesty, does Master Nellerere mean that the heir of the Lord of the Serth Castle was lucky enough to possess part of the power left by someone, so the magician of Poseus seemed so vulnerable in front of him?" Marquis Keane said with careful choice of words. Of course, he did not dare to openly hold the name of Kymildit.

"Shh, it's better to mention this matter less. Now the only ones who know this secret are Master Nileere, you and I, and even Rabel, who don't even know about this matter." The king lowered his voice and said.

"Then Mr. Rebau Byndiet became a key figure, but will he be pulled over by Prince Phillips?" Marquis Keane asked worriedly.

"This is exactly what I worry about the most. Hi, I would have learned the news before that. I would not let people like Robert and Vach do whatever they want." The king sighed, his tone filled with helplessness and melancholy.

"Your Majesty, you still have a chance now. Prince Phillips must not know the true value of this young man, otherwise he would not use Serthburgh as a weapon against us." Marquis Keane said excitedly.

"Yes, that's the key, the key to winning the turnaround for us." The king leaned his body forward, and he wanted to listen to the advice of his legal counsel.

"Your Majesty, it is almost impossible to quickly bridge your rift between Serthburg, and if you are too close to Serthburg, it is likely that Prince Phillips will feel abnormal. In my opinion, the best way is to use Prince Phillips' strategy to return to the prince himself, to make friction between Serthburg and the prince, and force Serthburg to lean against our side." Marquis Keane suggested.

"You, please tell me clearly what you envisioned." The Supreme Master approached a little closer.

"Your Majesty, the matter of Serth Castle has basically been determined. As long as we don't provoke Serth Castle, Serth Castle will not be willing to treat us as enemies, but the prince may not think so. He will definitely want to continue to use Serth Castle - this powerful and handy weapon. In this way, the prince will inevitably leave some traces. Serth Castle has many skilled people, and they will never see any clues. At that time, as long as you show that you will not interfere with Serth Castle again, and you will not use Serth Castle as a weapon to attack His Royal Highness the Prince, I think Serth Castle should choose to stand on your side." Marquis Keane explained in detail.

"And, Your Majesty has another way to deepen the rift between Serthborg and the Prince faster. Your Majesty, you must have not forgotten that at the beginning of the hearing, the attitude of the Prince Henride to the heirs of the little lord of Serthborg, they seemed to be friends who had known each other for a long time. As far as I know, Prince Henride is a very high-spirited person, and there are not many people who can be recognized by him. Since he values ​​the heirs of Serthborg so much, you can make them closer, so that they can be closer to Serthborg in this way.

Leave gives people the illusion that Serthborg is standing on our side, and can also make His Highness Prince Phillips regard Serthborg as an enemy that must be eliminated. Label once told me that many strangers suddenly appeared in the capital, some of whom were coming in full force, and they were carrying heavy weapons. If I guessed well, they should have come for Prince Henride, so let Mr. Byrndit be the bodyguard of Prince Henride for the time being. Didn’t Rabel say that he is an expert in this regard?” Marquis Keane said with a smile.

"Will this make Serceburg more disgusted with me?" the king asked with a frown.

"Your Majesty, please rest as long as this proposal was made by Prince Henride," replied Marquis Keane.

Hearing the advice of the legal counsel, the Supreme Majesty nodded, which was indeed a full of wisdom.

...

A magnificent palace was also built in the other corner of Franck, far opposite to the Palace of Pensell. This was originally a court designed and supervised by Franc VI, a talented and luxurious king. Since the cowardly and stubborn king moved to Lombardy, this most luxurious palace was neglected by the world. Only when foreign royal personnel visited this visit, the most noisy palace in the past has temporarily returned to its former glory. Now the prince and princess of Delizhi live here.

The ladies who served in the palace all had a headache about Princess Xiya. In their eyes, His Highness, this princess was a willful and stubborn country girl. As usual, His Highness was walking around in a small living room in a pair of close breeches, with her hands crossing her chest in an indecent manner, and she looked like a sailor on a boat or a groom at a post station.

In the other corner of the small living room, the old man sat there quietly. He changed into a dark blue magician robe and kept stroking his beard with his right hand.

The prince sitting next to the sofa near the window ridge, leaning leisurely on the back of the chair, looking at his sister who was walking around with great enthusiasm.

"Are you still angry? For such a small thing?" Prince Henride said with a smile.

"I was actually stolen, and I was stolen by someone in the palace." The little girl puffed up her cheeks and said angrily.
To be continued...