Chapter 827 Declaration of war?
"Is it stormy?"
Mo, who was standing next to Marquis Diggory, narrowed his eyes slightly and was silent for a long time before letting out a bitter smile and whispered: "The letter from before The letter from His Highness Gabriel Logan is His Excellency Lord Diggory.”
Marquis Robert Diggory, who seemed to have only a casual job but was actually the chief intelligence officer of the Chauvin Empire, smiled dryly. , did not deny the fact that he was indeed working very hard, and Moody Burke, the director-general of the Supervisory Office next to him, also showed a similar expression. Obviously, both of them were Emperor William's staunchest supporters, and they had already read what Govil wrote. The letter to Mo.
So much so that even if Griffin deliberately blocked the news from the Chauvin Empire, the fact that 'the murderer of the Chauvin Crown Prince Arthur Boho successfully escaped from the Azgurban Prison' was still reported. Presented to the inner circle of this empire.
Mo turned his head and glanced in the direction of the meeting hall, casting an inquiring look at Marquis Diggory.
The latter sighed and nodded slightly.
Does Your Majesty know?
Your Majesty knows.
It is not a very complicated communication, but it can only be done with eyes.
There is no other reason. After all, both Mo and Marquis Digory and others know very well that there is an essential difference between the Merchant King before seeing the letter and the Shavin Emperor after seeing the letter!
At this moment
"The Lord of Sin has arrived too?"
A familiar voice came from not far away. The three of them looked back and saw Archduke Garros. , Archduke Fosset, Marshal Galahad, and Justice Clement are walking towards this side.
In addition to Crown Prince Arthur, who will never come back, the two juniors Cassana and Cedric, Emperor William's valet Marquis Will McBride, and others who are accompanying the Queen, including Ji Xiao The inner circle of the chauvinist empire that gathered at the Tula Palace last time, including the 'lady' Marquis Miranda Fisher, has all arrived.
Of course, this refers to the inner circle headed by Emperor William. After all, even if Chauvin is a young and energetic empire, there will inevitably be many disharmonious voices. Although its power is far from being able to compete with the royal faction, it cannot be underestimated. watch for.
After all, those who can be underestimated were eradicated by William a long time ago.
"Sorry, I'm late."
Mo impeccably saluted the big guys in front of him and said in an indifferent voice: "The Lord of Sin has met all of you. ”
Obviously, even as the one with the lowest status among the people, the Sin Lord has no intention of actively getting close to the adults in front of him, and the certain negative aura exuding from him makes The already depressing atmosphere became even heavier.
"Still too young."
Galahat indeed did not give any face to Mo, but looked at the latter steadily with his deep eyes: "His Royal Highness Arthur died in battle. "
The Lord of Sin did not bow in silence as everyone imagined, but looked directly into Galahad's unruffled eyes: "He died without dignity and honor. ”
“You”
Buzz——
A gentle breeze blew by, and a tired-looking Garros appeared between Mo and Galahad. He first smiled bitterly at the latter and shook his head: "Marshal, I think now is not the time to discuss this issue. "
Galahad nodded gloomily, turned his head to look in the direction of the meeting hall and stopped talking.
"Lord of Sin."
Garros turned to look at Mo again, and said solemnly with a straight face: "In any case, keep your identity in mind, His Highness Arthur is the Marshal. Your Majesty is watching. Growing up, he was almost everyone here except you. "You grow up by yourself."
The implication is very simple, that is, don't take yourself too seriously. You may be Arthur's friend, but even your best bond is. , they may not be any better than anyone present.
It may sound rude at first, but it is a kind of protection for the sin lord. Otherwise, if Galahad really gets angry, Mo, a new noble who has just entered the inner circle and lost his biggest supporter, will be in big trouble. .
“Yes.”
Mo nodded slightly, without even saying an apology.
To be honest, his current performance makes it difficult for people to associate him with the sin lord who was always smiling and polite to everyone not long ago, but it is precisely because of this that everyone feels that this Young people really have a real temperament.
True temperament is not annoying in most cases.
"Ahem, Grand Duke Fosset."
Seeing the awkward situation, Marquis Digory quickly changed the subject and asked Fosset very naturally: "How is your Majesty's side?"
"Who am I going to ask? We have been waiting in the side hall before, and we have not received any news yet."
Fossai shook his head, spread his hands and said: "Your Majesty has never done anything in the past. I have been late for any meeting, so I don’t know what to do now.”
Earl Burke sighed and suggested: “Why don’t we continue to sit in the side hall for a while?” Him"
"What are you waiting for?"
A gust of fragrant wind blew by, and Marquis Milada, who had hardly been left with any traces of time, strode up to the crowd and frowned: "William hasn't let you pass yet?"
Justice Clement coughed dryly and whispered: "Marquis Miranda, this is the palace. , your title to His Majesty is still..."
"Shut up, old man, I dared to burn your beard thirty years ago, and I dare to do it now."
Miranda shouted angrily. He shouted at Justice Clement and gritted his teeth and said: "I'm in a bad mood today, please bear with me!"
Except for Galahad, who didn't react at all, everyone including Mo was so shocked by her that they nodded subconsciously.
“So”
After successfully calming everyone down, Marquis Miranda frowned: “So, you are just stupidly waiting for him until now?”
No one answered because the answer was obvious.
"No one is reliable, come here."
Miranda snorted, then strode towards the meeting hall not far away, and slammed the door twice: "William!"
There was no response.
Bang bang bang! !
“William!”
Still no response.
"Did you call us here?"
It can be said that Miranda, who grew up playing with William Bohe, bit her teeth lightly and lifted up her long skirt to reveal her fair and smooth legs. The long legs: "If you don't come out to say hello, I will go in by myself!!"
After that, it is a sideways kick that is not strong or heavy, but the movement is very standard.
The target is directed at the closed door of the chamber.
Then, the door opened.
"Ouch!"
Marquis Miranda, who lost her center of gravity because of the kick, suddenly let out a soft cry. A hand grabbed her slender ankle.
“It also takes time for me to walk from the inside to the door.”
William Bohe pressed down Marquis Mirada’s long leg, which was covered with bloodshot eyes. His eyes drooped slightly: "Come in, everyone."
After saying that, he turned around and walked into the meeting hall together with Marquis Will McBride who was standing beside him.
“You’re such a pervert”
Marquis Miranda, who lowered her head to straighten her skirt, choked up in the middle of her words. She stared blankly at the back of the man in front of her, staring blankly. His eyes widened: "Your hair!"
"You're quite handsome, aren't you."
William Bohe didn't look back, he just chuckled: "When you get older, It will be like this too.”
Miranda did not answer the joke, but stared blankly at William's pale hair without any color, and swayed: "She didn't tell me."
The she here should be referring to. It was the queen who was staying with Miranda just now.
"It's just white. I only discovered it after Will reminded me."
William walked to the upper part of the meeting hall and sat down, receiving a bottle from Marquis Will. Red wine, biting off the cork and filling the goblet in front of him, he raised his glass to the group of people at the door headed by Marquis Miranda: "Come, have a drink with me."
The red wine The wine made his pale hair more obvious.
It is not the stunningly handsome snow-white or silver-white in various works, including but not limited to literature, film and television, but a lifeless and lifeless paleness, without any poetic or picturesque flavor, which only makes people feel silent death and sadness.
In the year 9571 of the Holy Calendar, on the 5th day of the Frost Moon Prayer, William Bohe, the greatest emperor in the history of the Chauvinist Empire, turned his head with a single thought.
Everyone walked into the meeting hall silently, except for Marquis Miranda ran directly to Emperor William and sat down next to him. Everyone else sat down one after another according to their status, from the most senior Marshal Galahad to the new hereditary Earl Mo.
Everyone has a glass of bright red wine in front of them, and it seems that William has prepared it in advance.
“Then let’s drink a toast.”
William Bohe raised the wine glass in his hand, his face was as calm and calm as usual, and he chuckled: "Has anyone thought of a good toast?"
What responded to him was a dead silence. .
“Miranda?”
William turned to Marquis Miranda Fisher, who looked menacing just now, and winked at her.
The latter looked away with a pale face.
"What about Fosset?"
William looked at his old friend Grand Duke Fosset again.
“Your Majesty.”
Grand Duke Fossai lowered his head and fell silent.
“Okay.”
William sighed, his face still looked as if he had everything under control as before, but in fact, it made people clearly feel the emotion of "self-destruction". He was silent for a long time while holding the goblet, and then looked He turned to Mo, who was sitting at the bottom: "I think you won't let me down, Lord Sin."
Mo didn't look away like Miranda and Fossey, he just raised his glass. , said lightly: "For Arthur Bohe."
William's hand seemed to tremble slightly, and then nodded extraordinarily slowly as if fighting with the air: "Well said, For Arthur Boho."
"For Arthur Boho"
Everyone raised their glasses at the same time, drank all the wine in the glass, and then revealed their faces in unison. A look of surprise.
Because the thing in the glass was not wine.
It was a kind of fruit juice that was very popular in the south.
“The young man who was honored to be honored by you just now actually doesn’t like drinking at all.”
William showed a smile as if he had succeeded in mischief, and pointed to the goblet in front of him: "So as long as it is a banquet held by the royal family, he will always prepare for himself those drinks that only children like in advance to make them look real."
No one spoke, everyone looked at the juice in front of them with complicated expressions, trying their best Suppressing his emotions.
"He is nothing like me in this respect. Compared to these sweet things, I prefer strong liquor that can help people sleep well."
William did not remain silent, but continued to smile: " When William Boho was a businessman, he liked to drink because it helped Because he enriched our treasury and improved the quality of life of everyone in the empire through methods that were close to robbery; when William Bohe was an emperor, he liked to drink because he was not suitable for this position. There are always too many things to think about and it’s hard to get a good night’s sleep "
After a brief pause
"But Arthur is different. First of all, he is not a businessman."
William spread his hands and shook his head: "Not only. So, maybe many of you don’t know yet, in fact, it started a few years ago Starting a few days ago, I gradually started to give him a lot of annoying things to do. As a result, the boy not only did it in an orderly manner, but also didn't even lose sleep for a night. He obviously had a lot of burdens on his shoulders and couldn't sleep well. But it’s deadlier than a pig, haha, hahahahahaha~”
He laughed, unbridled and imageless, as if the young man lying in the middle of the piles of work, drooling and snoring loudly, was right in front of him.
After a long time
"It's a pity, my most loyal subjects."
William Bohe, whose eyes were red with laughter, stood up, burning with clarity. Crazy eyes swept across everyone's face and said word by word: "Shavin, you have lost a destiny." A great emperor, an emperor who is far better than me, who can make this country, you, you, you, you, qualified to be written into stories and praised by the world. "
Arthur dies. He died six days ago, on the 9th of the Frost Moon Chant, 9571 in the Holy Calendar, in the royal capital of the Griffin Dynasty, Broread.
"Kunda is dead, the guy who lived his whole life without regrets in my shadow is dead; little Witham is dead, my nephew, the one who is as good as his father, who has regarded Arthur as his idol since he was a child. young man; farah ossi Si, the Dharma God whom Kunda and I called Grandpa Ossis for decades is dead. His strength was once the backbone of the small country of Chauvin."
William Boho poured himself a glass again. Very popular among teenagers and girls nowadays juice, and whispered: "Tell me, everyone, can you still see Chauvin's future today?"
Marquis Diggory immediately said loudly: "Of course"
" I can't see it anymore. "
William Bohe interrupted Marquis Diggory lightly. He took a deep breath under the latter's dumbfounded gaze, with a flash of morbid madness in his eyes: "Marshal Galahad."
Galahad silently left his seat and bowed to William.
“Can the Knights of the Sword of Chauvin complete the assembly within three days?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Garros.”
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"Will."
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“Haha, not bad.”
William laughed, with a sickly flush appearing on his face
“Then everyone, do we want to declare war on the Griffin Dynasty? ?”
Chapter 820: End
(End of this chapter)