The royal capital of the Grey Castle, the underground of the palace. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Tifeko sat reclining on his throne, his right hand propped up his cheek, and watched with a little impatience at the recruits in the hall performing his assassination stunt.

This is the first fool in the winter?

Probably because he was too tolerant, he let these clowns come forward one after another.

He yawned and felt his eyes dry terribly.

Ever since the Firmament Hall had been blown up by the snow powder, he had moved the meeting place to the basement of the palace. After some remodeling, several storage rooms were connected into one piece, and the space was not too small enough to accommodate the ministers and nobles in attendance. The most important thing is that this place is absolutely safe, there is only one entrance and exit, and above there is a magnificent palace, and no amount of snow powder will affect it. The disadvantage is that there is no light underground, and the light source is all provided by pine resin torches. The torches that circled around the walls made the air unusually dry and dreary, and the sweet smell of pine resin made him drowsy.

The thought of the fourth brother made Tifekko itch with hatred, and if it weren't for the eyewitnesses noticing that the other party's attack was coming from the sky, he would probably still be building a watchtower on a large scale. Knowing that this method could not be defended at all, he could only hold a meeting here for the time being.

Roland Wimbledon will definitely pay the price!

"Your Majesty," the recruiter's voice pulled his thoughts back into the hall, "Look, as long as the traitor Roland dares to appear in front of me, I will be able to complete the mission you have entrusted to me!"

Tifeco glanced in front of him, only to see four throwing knives stuck accurately into the barrel twenty paces away from him.

"This is what you call a stunt?"

"Exactly, Your Majesty," he said confidently, "I will tell you the truth, I have done this before, and no less than ten rats have died in my hands. If you mix in the crowd and shoot, most of the targets will not know where the throwing knives came from until they die. ”

"Where's the pay?" said Tifeco, moving his somewhat stiff body.

"Twenty-five golden dragons," said the recruiter, snapping his fingers, "five for the cost of the journey, and the cost of dressing up - it's easier to get close to the traitor by dressing up as unobtrusive." ”

"Sir Weimas. The king gestured.

"Yes, Your Majesty. The Knight of Steel drew his sword, took off his shield from his back, and walked out into the hall.

"Y-What do you mean by that?" he froze.

"Defeat my knight, and I will give you the reward. Tifeco winked at Sir Sir.

The latter nodded, pulled down his armor, and walked towards the other man.

"Wait, wait...... No, Your Majesty, this will not work," the callee stammered, turning over in disbelief, avoiding the knight's slash, "I can't face it!"

The knight followed with a kick in the abdomen, causing him to swallow the rest of his words.

After rolling on the ground twice, the caller softly threw a throwing knife, but was easily blocked by the shield. Then Jazz stepped on his hand and swung his sword down, half of his arm leaving his body in an instant, and the splattered blood reflected an arc on the ground.

"My hand—" The other man let out a scream, holding his arm and curling it into a ball.

"First, the royal family is no better than a mouse, and even my stupid brother will not approach the crowd easily. Second, you can't even do a knight, so what can you do to assassinate a lord who has multiple knight guards around you? I'm afraid that once you get twenty-five golden dragons, you will never come back here. Tifeko waved his hand, "Throw him out." ”

If it had been a month or two ago, he would not have treated these ignorant and greedy people like this, at most he would just drive them out of the royal capital and order them not to come back without getting Roland's head. He gave some financial support to those who had the slightest chance of success - but so far, Roland is still alive and well.

It is probably because of this benevolent attitude that more and more people come to the door to claim that they can solve the rebellion, and the methods are becoming more and more ridiculous. There were even those who pulled out the tavern maid as an assassin, saying that the maid was so skilled that no man could refuse her service. Don't they know the difference between an ordinary woman and a witch? They all repeatedly advertised the depravity of the fourth brother in the notice, and how could the lord who was able to support witches look down on such shoddy goods.

Section Chief Tifei let out a sigh of relief, and taught these recruits a little lesson, which should also make others restrain a little.

Perhaps recruiting counter-insurgents from the civilian population is a mistake in itself.

The only things that can defeat Roland are pills and snow powder.

He glanced at the hall, and after seeing that there were no outsiders, he asked the former prime minister, "How is the development progress of the snow powder weapon now?"

According to the information gathered from the fortress of Changge, the miners of the border town were able to defeat the Dukes and the Berserk Militia because they used a strange snow powder weapon. It is supposed to be a semi-enclosed iron pipe that uses the impact generated by the explosion of snow powder to propel lead pellets to attack the target, similar to a crossbow arrow. Tefeko was very interested in this, and immediately summoned the king's experienced blacksmiths and began to imitate this new weapon.

"Not ideal, Your Majesty," said the Marquis of Wick, shaking his head, "the blacksmiths have tried to make a dozen of these weapons based on intelligence, but they are nowhere near as powerful as they are rumored. Only a few can penetrate the knight's cuirass in less than ten steps, and it is difficult to hit the target beyond fifty paces. ”

"Ten steps?" Tifeco frowned, "Isn't that the same as sticking it to the knight's face?

"It's true that there may be some tricks we haven't mastered yet...... In addition, even if the blacksmiths and apprentices of the whole city were gathered, they could produce up to twenty iron pipes a month, and it was not necessarily guaranteed that each of them would be usable. The Marquis sighed, "As of today, four iron pipes have exploded during training, and the guards are somewhat resistant to practicing this snow powder weapon. ”

Damn, the border town is many times poorer than the royal capital, but Roland has scraped together hundreds of iron pipes in one winter, and he must have received the help of the devil.

Tifeco changed the subject in annoyance, "What about the pills?

"Yes, Your Majesty," the Marquis replied, "the High Priest said that the Holy City is fighting against the invasion of the Evil Beasts, and that it does not have the energy to provide more mad potions for the time being, and he hopes that we can wait patiently until the end of the Evil Moon before talking." ”

"I don't want to see the betrayer still stay safe in the Westside Castle, not for another day!"

It seemed that he had to write a handwritten letter to the holy city of Hermes, and Tifeco hated that if he wanted to recruit believers in the Grey Keep in the future, he would have to exchange it for pills.

Just as he was about to declare the end of today's council, the Foreign Secretary, Sir Brint, suddenly stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, an envoy from the Kingdom of Dawn has arrived in the royal capital today, hoping to be received by you. ”

. (To be continued.) )