Chapter 420: The Lord's Reply
That evening, Roland held a grand banquet at the Lord's Castle. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info
This was the first time that the Witches had launched an attack on the Church, and in addition to rescuing Speer Passy, they also captured a Hermes priest alive.
When the five witches who participated in the battle took the stage, the hall erupted in applause, and he drank two glasses of Evelyn's special cold juice liquor, which he rarely drank.
Even though it was only a small victory, the long Demon Moon itself was nerve-wracking, and he wanted to take the opportunity to relax everyone.
By the time Roland walked into the office the next day, rubbing his dizzy head, the nightingale was already sitting cross-legged on the table and waiting.
"Don't you need to rest more?" he asked with a smile.
Ever since she agreed to the other party's interception of the emissary group, she has never really let go - even if she knows that once she enters the open area, the mist ability can make her invincible, but she is still worried about what accidents will happen, after all, this is not a daily practice, but a real life-and-death fight. Now that he saw her in good spirits, his mood was suddenly much happier.
Nightingale swallowed the dried fish, "Of course not, I'm back to my best." β
As soon as Roland was back in her seat, she jumped off the table, went around the back of the chair and hugged him, "If I take one more day off, I will see you one less day." β
The prince was slightly stunned.
"Actually, I wanted to do that yesterday when I was in the castle garden...... But it's all right now," the nightingale whispered in her ear.
......
It wasn't until footsteps sounded outside the office that she withdrew her hands and disappeared into the fog.
"Your Highness," the guard shouted, "Lord of the Fallen Dragon, Marquis Percy asks to see you." β
"Ask her to come in. Roland cleared his throat and straightened his posture.
Speer Passy walked into the office, stroked his chest and sat down at his desk, "I've thought carefully about what you've asked. β
"What do you think?" he poured him a cup of tea.
During the days when Nightingale, Ash and others were fighting with the Church, he was not idle, and in addition to taking the Marquises on a tour of the town, he also had many discussions with each other. During this time, Roland gave a concise account of the impending crisis facing the kingdom, the origin of the church, and the threat of the devil, and told her what he planned to do next.
When Speer heard about the origin of the church and the reason for the witch hunt, his eyes were almost popping out in surprise. If it weren't for Tilly and Agatha's testimony, she probably wouldn't have believed the witches' claim that they had ruled the Savage Lands, but since then, her attitude has changed considerably.
"Take back the power of sub-feudalism, and apply the same legal and administrative system, and no office shall be inherited or bought...... It's not unacceptable to me to make these requests, but......" she paused, "I'm just curious, do you really plan to spread them to all your realms?"
"Yes, if you don't, the Grey Keep is nothing more than a puddle of loose sand. Roland nodded, "I must muster as many forces as possible before the final enemy arrives. β
"You have offended all the nobles by doing so," Speer said slowly, "especially if the office is not inheritedβif I am not mistaken, the lord of a land is also a position." In this way, your identity as a traitor to the king will be confirmed. β
"So I never expected them to back down," he tapped lightly on the table, "The resistance of the nobles is not a major consideration before the fateful battle of the gods. And I'm not going to exterminate them, as long as they can integrate into the new system, and even keep their own territory, all they lose is the right to divide - I'm sure they'll make a wise choice. β
Centralization itself is a system that can only be achieved when the central government has absolute power, and if the local power is strong, let alone centralization, even one's own position may be overthrown at any time. Unlike a year ago, the town now has the power to change, and when this step is complete, there will only be one true ruler left in the Grey Keep, and that is himself.
"Looks like you've made up your mind," Speer sighed, "and if I don't accept it, you'll be overthrown by your army." β
"What I lack most in this project is manpower," Roland said sincerely, "especially managers with experience in governing one city and one place." As I said, you have not lost your territory, and you can appear to the people as a witch and never be threatened by the church again. β
The Marquisess was silent for a moment, "I also have a request. β
"Speak. β
"After you help me reclaim the Fallen Dragon, I want nothing to change for a while," she said bluntly, "unless Tifeko is removed from the throne, I will not be able to stand by your side without any worries." β
Just the right answer...... Roland thought, not a simple refusal, but also left himself room to turn around. This sentence is changed to a popular saying, that he must prove to her that the unification of the Gray Castle is not an empty talk, but that she does have such strength, so she is willing to take refuge in it.
"Then it's decided," he didn't care about the little calculations in the heart of the marquis, if the spring offensive went well, the fall of Tifeco would be even faster than the recovery of the Falling Dragon Ridge.
"By the way, Your Highness," Speer hesitated, "can I ...... with the witches' lessons in the evening?"
Roland was stunned, "Those are very simple enlightenment education, you shouldn't be able to learn anything." β
"I find those calculations very interesting," she said, shaking her head, "and I've never seen anything like it in an arithmetic book before." β
Is it a ninety-nine multiplication table or an algebraic equation?, he couldn't help but laugh, "Of course, as long as you're willing to join the Witch League." β
......
After lunch, the iron axe brought good news.
"Is he willing to say that?" Roland was slightly surprised, "so fast?"
Listening to Nightingale's account, he thought that the captured priest was a diehard.
"Not all of them have a will of steel, Your Highness," replied Iron Axe in a serious manner, "The Sandman has some unique methods of interrogation, which do little physical damage, but are extremely devastating to the will, and can even make people feel that death is a relief, and he is better than many ordinary people. β
That's right, he thought, in addition to being a professional spy, he also needs to undergo special training in torture to never speak, and it is obviously impossible for anyone in this era to have such experience.
"Take me to him," Roland nodded, "I happen to have a lot of questions to ask." β
. (To be continued.) )