The Amber Sword: Scene 91 Convergence of the Storm (End) (First)

The 91st episode of the storm (end) (first)

Count of Radnor, after reading the report in his hand, gently placed this page of parchment on the side of the fireplace. The weathered old noble was rarely silent. After a while, he raises head came to look at the one's own henchman assistant with a gloomy expression:

"I am a waste, and my employees are also waste. How long ago is this report."

"Half a month ago."

"Half a month, Trentheim has caused such a mess."

"Sir, this may not be a ***." Count of Radnor's confidante said: "Knight Minteye will never be more helpless and will not be defeated by a crowd of black people."

"The other party is mercenary, but mercenary are all annoying flies. They will not buzz to -- if they do not smell the odor of interest." Count of Radnor replied: "Someone is making trouble behind this."

Although it is mentioned in the report that Grudin has offended those mercenary, but this weather-proof old noble knows these people well. Without sufficient conditions, they will not easily oppose the local real power Thane.

They don't want to, Grudin has one's own existence behind it.

Count of Radnor The whole person calmed down, and he clicked the emerald ring on the index finger of his right hand. Anyone familiar with him knows that this usually means that the Lord Count is thinking, and when he is thinking, he can't tolerate interruption.

His confidante saw this scene and closed his mouth consciously, waiting for the other party to make a decision.

"I only care about two things," after thinking about it for a long time, the older Count replied: "First, is Grudin dead or alive? Second, who the **** are the people behind?"

He bowed his head humbly and made a listening look, he knew that the big man hadn't finished speaking yet.

But at this time, Correct, when the door ‘Kara’ was opened and interrupted Count of Radnor, he walked into a tall young man from outside.

"Father."

That young man's voice is one step faster than others, full of energy.

Radnor closed its mouth, looked at the -- or might as well give a glance to the person, and answered coldly, "How many times have I told you that I have to knock before entering the door."

"Those who get things done are informal, aren't you telling me, father."

The young stride meteor came to his father. This windbreaker wearing black, sleeves and a neckline with gold rims and a sword wearing waistband youngster is Count of Radnor's second son -- is also a member of this age the only one did not get fief GG-- he gave up fief and insisted on staying with Count of Radnor .

Count of Radnor certainly understands his son's thoughts, but he doesn't mind, he just said, "Looks like you know?"

The expedited intelligence alarmed the entire Piedarsund castle. He didn't think it strange that his son came here so quickly. If he didn't know it, it would indicate that the other party was too alert.

"Well, something's wrong?" The young man looked around, then looked up at the sofa beside him, and looked up.

"Your brother has an accident."

"Really?"

Count of Radnor eyebrow Yi Yang, said for the first time with some anger, "It sounds like something happened to your brother, it seems you are happy?"

"Sorry, father," the young man picked up the cup on the side, then laughed and put down: "I know this is not good, but there is no way, I still won't hide the emotion of one's own."

The smile on his face is obvious, obviously Count of Radnor is expected to be good.

The old Count shook his head. He was not the same at that time, but it seemed to him to be a trivial matter; but the struggle between the clan was one thing. Outsiders hurt his offspring. It is different. In any noble Among them, this precedent must not be set.

Even the struggles between noble and noble rarely slay each other. Conspiracy and violence are two different things. The blood of noble is precious and must not be shed in vain.

So when Count of Radnor received this report, already was determined to take **** revenge in order to make a difference.

But in his opinion, this is not so simple, so he took a report and said, "Trentheim happened ***, your brother's life is not known --"

He paused: "But I think most of them are inauspicious." Count of Radnor coldly snorted, letting one's own's confidant repeat the current situation.

How did Knight Minteye fail?

The young man heard that his brother one's own was actually killed by a group of mobs. He could not help shaking his head. In his opinion, the mob was a mob after all. As a Thane, it was too shameful to die in a ***. He couldn't help but feel dull on his face.

Anyway, that's his brother, and his family has such a waste, it really can't look up in front of outsiders. But when he heard the news of the Knight Minteye defeat, his look was completely different.

This is not ***.

Although the young people carelessly, they are the ones with a lot of thought. He immediately stood up and said to Count of Radnor: "Father, there is a ghost behind this, please allow me to immediately call the army -- I will to pay the price for those who mess up behind this."

Count of Radnor looked at his son, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Do you know who is making trouble behind?"

The young man was surprised, and then said, "As long as the army is under pressure, they will be revealed."

Not too stupid! The old Count looked softer, but he still shook his head: "Although I think it's good, but someone is waiting to see our joke. You are a teacher and a crowd. Wouldn't you give the laughter to others? --"

The youth frowned.

The weather-stricken old man nodded one's own forehead with his hand: "Whenever you use your brain more, the sword in your hand can destroy your enemies, but it cannot lead you to victory. Think again."

"Whoever benefits, of course, has motivation," replied the young man.

"Nice," Count of Radnor nodded: "The kingdom is divided into three, but the most likely to do so is the Princess pulse. That sly little girl is really disturbing, because they lack the Correct time, they want to Give me pressure. I think the Radnor family is too simple. "

"But it may not be impossible for someone to provoke alienation, father." The youth does not want the one's own father to fall to the Anlieke side. His plan is to allow the Princess to win over his side. Of course, it is best to marry. With the help of Princess, The succession of the family's position is assured.

Besides, he has long heard about the beauty of the Half-Elven Princess. The reputation of the most dazzling gemstone above the old kingdom crown is not only in Aouine, it has even passed to the nearby Kirrlutz Empire.

But his careful thinking couldn't escape the eyes of Count of Radnor. The plane gloomy old man coldly glanced at the son of one's own: "You can rest assured that I am not too hot for this matter. I am already past your age. "

"Father?"

"You have to remember a word, Andre," Count of Radnor said sternly: "It doesn't matter which side the Radnor family favors. What's important is that the Radnor must be maintained or acquired more than it is now *** Autonomy. "

The old man eyebrow lifted his voice, somberly: "You can't get that much, don't think about it so much. How to set the one's own goal is very important. Those who are not greedy will only make others disgusted."

The youth shrugged, then shrugged: "Of course I understand, but what should we do now?"

Count of Radnor tapped on the emerald on the index finger of his right hand, and coldly replied: "That sly little girl gave me some tricks. Of course, the Radnor family must give back in return for their teeth and their blood; she killed my son. I will eat her pawns and see how next step is going to take -- "

"So?" The youth got excited and patted the one's own hilt.

"No, everything is a danger with an opportunity. This matter cannot be handled like this. If a small territorial rebellion also requires me to do it myself, isn't the Radnor family self-defeating?" The old Count shook his head. , Full of dissatisfaction with this youngster's eagerness to try: "Moreover, the sly little girl and Archduke of Anlieke are staring at me very tightly, at this time they must not be taken lightly."

The young man made a quick cut, and untied his sword and threw it on the sofa aside: "I see, father, you have plans."

His action almost made Count of Radnor shiver with anger, but the old Count was just about to reprimand, but the latter already interrupted him.

"If we don't use make a move, that Pallas is not the opponent of the mob, father,"

The young man laid his hands flat on the back of the sofa and leaned back comfortably, with a lazy look: "Although the old Knight has a fairly good army, his strength is relatively stronger than Knight Minteye. Limited, if Knight Minteye fails fiercely, then this Knight will not win? "

Count of Radnor nodded gloomily, although he couldn't get used to his son's behavior, but his son-in-law had to say that only this second son was the most outstanding, while the others did not say it was as wasteful as Grudin, But they are just mediocre.

"I think about it," the youth replied, "Master, don't you want Madara's bones, make a move? They have this ability, but on the one hand they are not of my ethnicity, Pallas Mr. Knight. I ca n’t control them. "

"In other words, father, do you really trust them? The grinning Insidolon? I heard that the guy at Madara is just a jazz --"

"Why not?" Count of Radnor said in a deep voice, saying that he would no longer look at his son, but said to his confidant, "Help me draft two letters --"

"Lord Count?" confidant raises head.

"The first letter to Madara's Dark nobles, telling them that what they want is still in Fir City, and if they want to complete that transaction with me, then they will have power." Count of Radnor coldly ordered.

"The second letter was given to the mountain people messenger. Didn't they want to be tax-exempt? Tell them that if they are willing to participate in this war, not only will I give them tax relief, but they will also provide food for the army they sent!"