Power and Empire Chapter 1183: Fate
The sun shines on the smooth mirror surface of Kulmar, with sparkling waves and white sails like forests. This may be the most lively time of Kulmar since it was built. Hundreds of transport ships and ships transferred from the Admiralty The merchant fleet has gathered in the heart of the mountain waterway in Kuerma in the past few days.
The sails and clouds are moving in some dazzling sunlight. Heavy commercial ships full of supplies are swaying into the distant port. The huge body pushes the waves to cause the moored ships to float around. The sails of sè are reflected in the sun, like a cloud floating in the sky, piled up like a mountain of materials on the edge of the lake lined up, dozens of small ports built temporarily are already densely covered with masts,
Fort Kurmar, where the three rivers converge into a lake, is now the largest logistical support point for the Falcons to advance into the Aaron Basin. Materials from all parties have gathered here from the Palavin Waterway and along the mountainous rivers extending in all directions. The bustling sailors, hundreds of huge pulleys used to load and unload materials, are arranged neatly on the shore like raised arms, almost surrounding most of the lake,
Maybe even the Doroks themselves did not expect that in the hinterland of this majestic Baili Mountains, there will be such a scene of gathering sails. I heard the port guard report that the falcon has come down and is on the lake. Prais, who was on the sidelines to check the supplies, hurriedly brought more than a dozen quarters officers to come from the cargo yard by the lake
" Your Majesty, what are you..." Prais raised his head and looked a little surprised as a fat man in a dusty suit jumped off the horse
The fat man glanced at Prais who was inexplicably surprised, but didn't answer him. Instead, he asked nonchalantly, "Is that guy dead?
" Which fellow does your majesty refer to? "Prays looked blank. There is only less than 30 miles from the front line Balas to Kurmar. If your Majesty Falcon wants to see himself, just A message is enough, there is no need for such an urgent special trip to come over, could it be that something big happened on the front line
" is the Dorok renegade Moanglige, "the fat man muttered, and handed the whip in his hand to the guard cavalry who was accompanying him. "The last time you told me to commit suicide in prison"
" He's still... not dead yet" Prais had a weird face, and his voice stopped. "Fortunately speaking, the dagger that pierced into the chest was worn by him for unknown reasons. The inner lining ring buckle is stuck. After the military doctor's inspection, he only received some minor injuries. For the sake of prudence, I have put him in solitary custody, and in accordance with His Majesty's instructions, I have sent a full-time guard team to guard!"
"That's good, send someone to find him immediately!"
The fat man breathed a sigh of relief and hurried all the way, fearing that this guy had died. Anto's expectations of this guy are so great, but it's quite touching. Some things are like a zipper, as long as the seam is found, some unbelievable things are revealed like a zipper that has been opened at once, but the truth behind this is really cruel and full of helplessness
"Your Majesty wants to see him now, I’m afraid it’s a little difficult. Although he didn’t commit suicide, but this Moanglige gave up on himself and gave himself up.
ì are all drunk like mud. Don't talk about coming to see your Majesty at this moment, it's hard to even stand up and walk. . . . . . "Prays God is weird, and it's like saying nothing,
"What does it mean to be drunk? How come I don't know when we have treated the captives so mildly, and we still drink? Can Prays give me an explanation." The fat man glanced over with some dissatisfaction. He gave a heavy snorted, his tone obviously blamed Prais for poor guards
Under the heavy pressure of the fat man, Prays responded with embarrassment, "If he doesn't offer alcohol, the guy is clamoring to commit suicide. The subordinates are also very helpless! The subordinates think it's better for drunks. Hell, if he died like this, it would have too much influence on our attack on Aaron!"
"Forget it, take me to see him first! Whether he is a drunk or a dead ghost, I will make him sober." The fat man did not want to argue, Prays hurriedly led the way,
Under the **** of the cavalry guards, the fat man followed Plais through the port of the lake and walked about 300 meters to the northeast, and finally came to a dú
lì is a small two-story building by the lake. From the outside of the house, it should be the house of a local nobleman in the countryside. Although he already wanted to show the appearance of nobles as much as he could, the arrangement of several brass statues that he thought he had placed at the door was completely out of tune with the bright lake here,
Even fat people who have never been interested in these things know that brass statues should be placed on streets lined with houses. If you look like this kind of lakeside house in front of you, the best decoration is the green wall-like wall. The creeper, with its white marble architecture that belongs to the years and winds and frosts, can show its identity and feel the low-key luxury of a century-old famous family. Such a building is the heritage of a real famous family
"Your Majesty, Moengrig is temporarily imprisoned there!" Prais pointed respectfully to the second floor of the house. Outside the wall, patrolling guards can be seen, and several stern guards of the gods stood at the door. , From the Lake District to here, there are at least three levels to pass, and the officer in charge of each level wears the uniform of a guard
It can be seen from the above that Prais did not say panic. The defense here is second only to the residence of his adjutant. Prais is not a timid person, but he has served The adjutant of the empire, the Swadian nobility at the time was envious of some people, but also some people hated it,
But these people don’t dare to send an assassin to assassinate Prais blatantly, because everyone knows the style of Vijaya Falcon’s blood and blood. If Prais is killed, just show some of his feet, the Falcon’s Angrily, the entire Palavin will be a scene of a sea of blood, corpse mountain,
but there is always a bit of enthusiasm and it is easy to be pushed down in front. The Swadian style has always worshiped the knight jīng god, so some people suggested to challenge Prais in the name of a duel,
In a sense, Prais is a Swadian after all. For these impatient duels, he had to adopt a very simple but effective method, that is, outside his mansion. The guard posts are densely distributed, and a pair of guards are made tightly. Extremely tense situation,
If you receive an invitation from a nobleman to a duel, Prais’s mansion will immediately burst out that the deputy chief was assassinated,
As for who the assassin is, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if you catch it or not. Generally, the tumult will be calmed down. The important thing is that the deputy chief is injured. A duel is absolutely impossible.
This incident was once rumored to be a joke in Paravin, people who were jealous of Prais. Finally, I can vent my dissatisfaction with a certain kind of ridicule, which invisibly helped Prais reduce a lot of trouble. This is how people are, and those who are too perfect are synonymous with being attacked.
Fatty's performance on this matter is non-committal. If Prais is still such a heroic and stalwart in the hearts of Swadians, then I really have to worry about it, although Swadians is dead. However, although the Swadian people, who are the heart of the mainland, have been hit hard, their population has dropped by half. But the concept of honor that has been cultivated over hundreds of years inspires these guys with the knight jīng **** in their bones
If there is a man of great prestige standing up and raising his arms, no one dares to say that the millions of Swadian people will not dare to move enthusiastically, and such a person, in the current Swadian There is only one, and that is Prais who once led Swadian against the Dongting people
Prais clearly knows this. As the number one person of the Swadian faction in the military, he has never shown that he is too close to other generals of the same origin. behavior.
Although he is the empire’s high-ranking deputy commander in charge of military affairs, he still maintains fairness and justice in the distribution of various military supplies. Even in the face of the former enemy Dongting people, he did not perform in the Battle of the North. In any improper place, the wind of the general who can bend and stretch is vividly revealed
Fatty once made such a joke to Prais, "My adjutant. You say he is confused and he pretends to be confused, you say that he is confused, he is sometimes terrible, but there is nothing at all. Change. That is, no matter where you go, the quality of ridicule has always been unmatched! He is an outlier of the Swadians, and he despises the **** of knights, but in his bones there is nothing but knights. God,
is like a man on the road at night, facing the turbulent waves of the times, whether it is blood thorns or sharp blade storms, I will always move forward alone alone, with invisible arms, protecting the followers behind, but How many people can really know this? "
"Your Majesty!" Seeing the people behind Adjutant Prais, several guards guarding the door knelt on one knee.
" Get up! "The fat man immediately waved his hand and pointed inward, "How about you? Are you drunk today?"
"The guard at the door of IndoMTL.com hesitated for a moment and did not dare to answer, but his face undoubtedly showed everything. The fat man twitched his nose, and he could smell a strong smell of alcohol at the door. Blowing in the wind, there is still about 10 meters away from the small building. You can imagine what a scene is inside.
"Forget it, you stay, I will go in and see by myself!"
The fat man got off the horse impatiently and tidied his collar. Plais hurried to the front to stop him and said, "Your Majesty, please take the safety of the empire as your top priority.
"Don't worry, it's just a frustrated drunk" Fatty said disapprovingly
"Your Majesty, if you really need to ask him about anything important, please let me go." Prais knelt down in front of the fat man on one knee,
"I know your loyalty, but there are some things that only I can talk to him alone!" The fat man patted Prays on the shoulder and went straight into the small building.
The inside of the building is very dark, almost no lights are visible, and all kinds of **** are just thrown away on the ground in a mess. Most of them are wine bottles made of clay pots. The building is not big, except for a living room. Three residences,
The fat man pushed one of the rooms away and took a look, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, it was really messy, when he saw the last room,
As the door was pushed open, there was a crisp sound in the room, an empty wine bottle was hit by the door, and it slid forward, and finally stopped on a figure standing next to the window. ,
"Who?" A drunken voice came from the window, and a pair of beast-like **** eyes looked through the darkness
"I, Anto uses his head as a gift for someone you can see!" a cold and serious voice responded