A young man in a dark blue aristocratic robe was pacing up and down the palatial castle hall, sometimes glancing at the famous paintings hanging on the walls, sometimes making eye contact with some servants standing by, most of whom did not dare to look up at the handsome prince, who really looked exactly like the young King Byron.

"Your Highness Amsoe!" a white-haired general walked from outside the hall, he held his helmet in one hand and tucked it around his waist, and the other hand pressed the hilt of his sword behind him, "Your Highness Amsoe!

"Great, General, Great! Now that the General has completed his mission, please take a seat and rest. Several servants immediately came over, took the white-haired general's sword and helmet, and offered tea to Guillermo, who was seated. The white-haired general, though he was not very old, had hair like the silver threads of an old man, and before he had drunk his second cup of tea, another person walked in from outside the hall.

This time there were only a few hairs on the head, like a naughty child who ripped off someone else's hair and put it on the top of a bald head. A few of the servants were already surprised and would not laugh at each other's hair, because this nobleman named Taifu was a confidant of the second prince of Amsul.

"Chen Taifu, see Your Highness!" Taifu was also wearing a military uniform, and he hadn't even had time to take off his cloak, with a dusty face.

"Hurry up!" Amsoil helped the other man to his feet, and Taifu grabbed Amsol's elbows with both hands, then nodded vigorously. However, he also looked at the servants around him first, and Ansuo understood what the other party meant, so he immediately ordered all the servants to leave the hall first, only the male servant in red did not leave, he had been standing beside the main seat of the high platform, concentrating.

"The negotiations were so successful that Arthur Auerbach, Archbishop of the Papal States, not only had no intention of opposing us, but also planned to send an annual mission to deepen our friendship with our future kingdom. What a gratifying congratulations! What a gratifying congratulation!"

Amsoil nodded, but he didn't show the excitement on Guillermo's return just now, "General Taifu, please take a seat!" Taifu also sat in his place, and the male servant in red immediately stepped down and poured tea for the general.

As the largest nobleman in the north of the Kingdom of Salins, Anthony Feremez, the second son of King Byron, he has long been "chosen" Bone City as a lockdown city. The city of bones was once a large burned village, and later there were many dead human bones in the ruins due to a civil strife in the kingdom of Salins. It wasn't until Ansoil was sealed off in this detached, tattered and filthy land that he began to build the small plain city brick by brick, but with high walls and arrow towers, a process that took only four years.

Ansoil didn't like to add too much bright color to the city, and he built the small towns and villages around Bone Ruins to be particularly beautiful and prosperous, except for this bare Bone Ruins City, surrounded by densely populated and commercially developed settlements. No one understands why this powerful prince would do this, and it is even rumored that the undead beneath the Bone Ruins have eroded Prince Amsol's heart, and that Amsoil is now nothing more than a walking corpse controlled by ghosts.

Amsoil was still staring at the door of the hall like a statue, and waited for about twenty minutes before another person appeared.

"Report to His Highness Amso, Lord Polly has sent a letter, saying that because the mission has been delayed, he can't rush back to Bone Ruins City within today!"

Amsoil exhaled from his nose, and with a wave of his hand, he told the messenger who had brought the information back to rest. He closed his eyes and exhaled again, "Polly can't come back today, I hope De Sion can come back now, if it's all delayed by business, then there is no way..."

Guillermo drank the fragrant green tea from the teacup, "Even if the other two adults haven't come back yet, the chance of their mission failure is basically zero, now they just need to wait for good news, Your Highness doesn't have to worry." Taifu, who was sitting on the other side, echoed the words, this sparsely haired aristocrat was not only unsightly, but also had an unpleasant voice, and his voice was like sawing wood with a saw.

Amsoil didn't look back, this concubine prince was as handsome as the young King Byron, and there was a bit of femininity between his eyebrows. His mother, who was only a peasant girl, was one day taken by King Byron, who had just wandered around the city, because she had to sell the potatoes in Mallot, on behalf of her sick father. Later, after Amsol's own mother gave birth to Amsol, King Byron did not want to recognize the child, but he did not expect that Amsol's own mother was fierce and forced to take poison. She said that even if she was not allowed to have any name, she should treat Byron's own son Amsoil well.

Byron, who hesitated, did not make a decision immediately, who would have thought that Amme's own mother would really take the poison, if it wasn't for Amme's grandfather to find out in time, Amme's own mother would have been dead for many years now. It's just that the poison has affected the mind, saving people but not saving the heart, and the mother who has become speechless and unable to take care of herself has become all the concerns in Amsol's heart. Byron was also very remorseful, and he immediately told the whole nation that he had made the mistake of having an illegitimate child, but he decided to take Anso back to the palace and make him prince.

Viscount Poli was delayed because he was sent by Amsoil to find his grandfather, and some people claimed that Ammean's grandfather had been killed by Byron, but more information showed that Ammean's grandfather was now exiled to the Duchy of Mageni.

"I'm not worried, I'm worried about Poli, after all, the Duchy of Magini has no friendship with us, if those people know that we are looking for my grandfather..."

"Guillermo, De Theon, and Polly and I, as His Highness's four generals, if we can't even do something, we can't entrust others to do it," Taifu's beard is thicker than his hair, "Polly has always been thoughtful, and he offended His Highness by saying that it wasn't last time..."

Amsoil shook his head, "I'm only to blame for that, if I had followed Polly's advice earlier and didn't let the maids who were supervising Christine out, Bradley wouldn't have come to the door!" The second prince sat back on his high seat, holding his forehead with one hand, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.

Without further ado, Taifu did not encounter any obstacles to his visit to the Papal States, and the basic agreement was quickly reached. You must know that they worked hard to slowly support the Pope, but who knows that before they have cultivated that guy's strength, they will be served in a pot. This was a major mistake on the part of Amsoil in the eyes of Glencor's rulers, and it also weakened the confidence of the Duchy of Noo in Ammeh. As early as that time, Ansoil had the opportunity to invade the Western Oguna Empire from the north and incorporate those lands into the Kingdom of Sarins. As soon as he thought of this, Taifu, one of the four generals, felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and he began to suspect that the revenge he wanted would be delayed a lot.

The red-clothed manservant slowly pulled out a white handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped the sweat beads on Ansol's face, and said leisurely: "Even if the eldest doesn't go home, the third will go home, and you still have to go back to Mallote again." Don't worry so much, don't worry too much about what hasn't happened yet, so that those who are still wavering will believe you. ”

Amsoil didn't reply, he just stared at the door of the hall.

"Even if it's your belly generals, they're just ordinary people," the red-clothed manservant leaned down to wipe the sweat from Ansol's neck, a strand of hair on his head slid gently across his face and hung over the corner of his eyes, "Only you, my king, can only go in person." ”