Except for Beta, everyone present did not expect to take the opportunity to recover these territories of Petrand. It's not because Beta is smarter than they are, it's entirely because of a common sense concept.

The state of Petrand was originally the territory of Hollevon, but it has been forcibly divided by the French state for more than two hundred years. For such a long time, Hollevin has lost this territory, it has been more than ten generations, and human beings are a race that is easy to forget things, but this world does not like to remember history. Although the nobles present all had the notion that Petrand was once the territory of Hollevin, none of them would feel in their hearts that they could take back this territory.

After all, their memory of this has faded.

But Beta is different, he has been sleeping in the form of a soul for three hundred years, and for him, the fact that Petrand is the territory of Hollevin was only two or three years ago.

Moreover, for players, the country of Hollevon has a special significance, and players in Greater China have a special sensitivity to the integrity of the territory.

That's why Beta thought of taking the opportunity to reclaim Petrán faster than they did.

There was a brief silence in the chamber, and after a few seconds, everyone's discussion immediately rang out. The king listened for a while, then took his king's scepter and struck it heavily on the ground, and when everyone had fallen silent, he said, "Your Excellency Beta's proposal is interesting and feasible, and now we will make a decision on the matter......"

There was nothing to do with Beta the rest of the day, and he watched as the king and his ministers discussed how to guide the Light Priests through the kingdom of Petrán and how to place their men in them so that they could take the territory in one fell swoop.

They discussed for nearly two hours, but no result came to it, and Beta could see that because of the relationship of interests, many lords blamed each other, that is, they wanted to take advantage of something, but they were not willing to pay.

At last, the king, who had been arguing with them, became angry and slammed his scepter on the ground several times, the crisp sound of the pounding echoing throughout the council chamber.

"I don't care what you're thinking, you can talk about it, before tomorrow, I have to see you come up with a charter and dismiss the meeting now."

The king snorted heavily, and turned to leave. Then the ministers dispersed, but when they left, everyone divided into small circles and left in clusters.

Beta was the only one who lived alone, but after leaving the palace, Huselle found him again.

"I can understand that you are willing to support the king's actions, but are you too unsociable, Your Excellency?" As he walked, Husere said lightly: "You need weak allies, you need cunning jackals, not tigers and lion alliances. ”

"If you are too powerful, something will go wrong from within."

Hussere left this sentence and left.

Beta had to admit that what the other party said did make some sense, which was an old saying. However, Beta was not as they had imagined, and was allied with the king. It's just that in the matter of weakening the demons, he has temporarily reached an agreement with the king.

Leaving the palace, he teleported directly back to Wojin City, because of the matter of the council hall, he really lost confidence in the nobles of the royal city, the efficiency was too low, this critical moment, actually for their own interests to attack each other.

But this is quite normal, nobles, naturally put the interests of the family first.

Beta teleported back to Vorgold City, and after resting for a while, he quietly held a gold coin sacrifice for Queen Angel.

Surprisingly, Angel's profession is actually a very rare 'dancing girl'.

This is a profession that is somewhat similar to the 'Bard', but unlike the Bard, which is good at various buffs, the Dancer is good at seducing people, and as soon as Angel takes office, she automatically learns a kind of dance gnaw, and skips the beta on the spot.

The water snake's waist twisted so that Beta felt a little dry and hurried away, leaving Angel behind laughing and trembling.

Back in his study, Beta called Shirley and told her about the split of the Temple of Light, telling her to take precautions in this regard, and then he used teleportation magic to teleport directly to the kingdom of France.

Since the Temple of Light and the Holy Maiden had a conflict with the Pope, Beta wanted to go over and see if it was possible to muddy the waters and take advantage of it.

After the magic light faded, Beta found himself in the middle of a forest, looking at the surrounding scenery and listening to the howls of wolves nearby, Beta was a little lost.

In the game, three hundred years ago, this was the headquarters of the Silverwing Mercenary Regiment, and there was supposed to be a small village nearby.

But now, there is only a barren forest in the vicinity, and there are no people.

Three hundred years is enough time to change a lot of things.

Beta had only this one magical coordinate in the country of France, and after desperation, he had to release Joan of Arc, and at the same time discern the direction, and walked east, he remembered that there should be a big city there.

The small village is gone, which is normal. Small villages are few people, attacks by magical beasts, or disasters such as plague and disease, they can be easily destroyed. Big cities won't disappear so easily.

Because of the unfolding of the fog driving technique, Beta's walking speed was not slow, and he walked out of more than ten kilometers after a small advance. It doesn't sound like you've gone far, but moving through the mountains, and in the absence of roads, such a speed is already very good.

It wasn't long before Joan of Arc spotted a dirt path in the air not far away, and Beta sped up and didn't take long to set foot on it.

He breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there was a road, there would be traces of humans after all, and just as he was thinking about it, at the end of the road on the left, there was the sound of horses' hooves, and a caravan slowly moved over.

Beta asked the caravan men for directions, and when he learned that the city of Hertok was not too far away, he made it to the caravan's wagons and let them give them a ride.

Looking at Beta's temperament and those obvious magical robes, as well as the obviously hostile attitude, the people of the caravan naturally did not refuse casually.

Sitting on the pallet truck, Beta and the leader of the caravan struck up a conversation, who was very talkative, and seemed to be able to say a few words about everything, and after Beta's acquaintance with him, he turned the conversation to the recent situation of the Temple of Light.

The caravan leader was silent for a moment, then said, "We ordinary people don't understand why the Holy Maiden of Light and the Pope have suddenly become enemies. Now the whole country of France is in chaos, and even when we go out, we are terrified. ”

Beta looked back, "You don't look scared. ”

The caravan leader laughed.

Behind them, a rather elite looking mercenary group was guarding the caravan.

Seeing Beta turn around, one of the mercenaries rode up to him, stared at Beta for a while, and said, "I seem to have seen you somewhere." ”