Quadruple split.

Chapter 827 Declaring war?

"Is it a storm?"

Mo, who was standing next to Marquis Digory, narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a long silence, he let out a wry smile, and said in a low voice, "The letter from His Royal Highness Gavel Logan, thank you, Your Excellency Digory."

Marquis Robert Diggory, who seemed to be the chief intelligence officer of the Chauvin Empire, who seemed to have only idle jobs on his body, smiled dryly, and did not deny the fact that he was indeed working hard. Moody Burke, the chief inspectorate next to him, also revealed They showed similar expressions, obviously, as the staunchest supporters of Emperor William, they had already read the letter Ge Weier wrote to Mo.

So much so that even if Griffin deliberately blocked the news from the Chauvin Empire, the matter of "the murderer who killed the Chauvin Crown Prince Arthur Bohe successfully escaped from the Azgulban Prison" was eventually brought to the core of the empire circle.

Mo turned his head and glanced in the direction of the chamber, and cast a questioning look at Marquis Digory.

The latter sighed and nodded slightly.

Does Your Majesty know?

His Majesty knows.

It's not a very complicated communication, but it can only be done with eyes.

There is no other reason. After all, both Mo and Marquis Digory are very clear that there is an essential difference between the merchant king before seeing that letter and the Emperor Chauvin after seeing that letter!

at this time
"The culprit is here too?"

Familiar voices came from not far away, and the three of them looked back, and saw Grand Duke Garros, Grand Duke Forsyth, Marshal Gallaghert, and Justice Clement walking towards this side.

In addition to Crown Prince Arthur, who has never returned, Cassana and Cedric, the two juniors, Emperor William's valet, Marquis Will McBride, and those who are accompanying the queen, including Ji Xiaodao, Mrs. Marquis Miranda Fisher, the inner circle of the Chauvin Empire gathered at the Tula Palace last time has arrived.

Of course, this refers to the inner circle headed by Emperor William. After all, even if Chauvin is a young and vigorous empire, there will inevitably be many discordant voices. Although its power is far from being able to compete with the royal faction, it cannot be underestimated. watch for.

After all, those who can be underestimated were uprooted by William a long time ago.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Mo impeccably bowed to the big bosses in front of him, and said in an indifferent voice: "Sin Lord has seen all of you."

Obviously, even though he is the one with the lowest status in the crowd, this criminal has no intention of actively getting close to the adults in front of him, and a certain negative aura emanating from him makes the already depressed atmosphere change more heavily.

"Still too young."

Galahart really didn't give Mo any face at all, he just looked at the latter with his deep eyes: "His Royal Highness Arthur died in battle."

And the sinner didn't bow his head in silence as everyone imagined, but looked directly into Galahat's eyes that were not angry and self-imposing: "He died without any dignity or honor at all."

"you"

hum-

A gentle breeze blew by, and Gallows with a tired face appeared between Mo and Galahat. He first shook his head at the latter with a wry smile: "Your Excellency, Marshal, I don't think this is the time to discuss this issue. "

Galahat nodded with a gloomy expression, turned his head to look in the direction of the chamber and did not speak.

"Sinner."

Gallows turned his head to look at Mo again, and said in a serious voice with a stern face: "Anyway, keep in mind your identity, His Royal Highness Arthur was raised by His Excellency the Marshal, and he was watched by almost everyone here except you." grew up."

The implication is very simple, that is, don't take yourself too seriously, you may be Arthur's friend, but even the best bond you have is not necessarily better than anyone present.

It may sound very rude at first, but it is a kind of protection for the sinner. Otherwise, if Galahat really gets angry, Mo, a new nobleman who has just entered the inner circle and lost his biggest backer, will be in big trouble up.

"Yes."

Mo nodded slightly, without even saying an apology.

To be honest, his current performance makes it difficult for people to connect with the sinner who was always smiling and polite to everyone not long ago, but it is also because of this that everyone feels that this young man is really genuine .

And true temperament is not annoying in most cases.

"Cough, Grand Duke Fosai."

Marquis Digory was a little embarrassed when he saw the scene, so he quickly changed the subject tactfully, and asked Fossey very naturally, "How is your Majesty doing?"

"Who am I going to ask? The few of us have been waiting in the side hall before, and we haven't received any news yet."

Fossey shook his head, spread his hands and said, "Your Majesty has never been late for any meeting before, so I don't know what to do now."

Earl Burke sighed, and suggested: "How about we continue to sit in the side hall for a while? When will your Majesty wait?"

"Wait for what?"

A gust of fragrant wind blew by, and the Marquis of Mirada, who had hardly been left by the years, strode up to the crowd, frowned and said, "William hasn't let you pass yet?"

Judge Clement coughed dryly, and said in a low voice: "Marquis Miranda, this is the palace, what do you call His Majesty?"

"Shut up, old man, I dared to burn your beard thirty years ago, and I dare to do it now."

Miranda yelled at Justice Clement angrily, gritted her teeth and said, "I'm in a bad mood today, so take care of me!"

Except for Galahat who didn't respond, everyone including Mo was shocked by her and subconsciously nodded.

"so"

After successfully calming everyone down, Marquis Miranda frowned: "So, you are just waiting for him so stupidly?"

No one answered because the answer was obvious.

"No one is reliable, come here."

Miranda snorted, then strode towards the meeting hall not far away, and slammed the door twice: "William!"

no respond.

Bang bang bang! !

"William!"

Still no response.

"You called us here, right?"

It can be said that Miranda, who had played with William Bohe since she was a child, gritted her teeth lightly, and lifted her long skirt to reveal her fair and clean long legs: "If you don't come out to say hello, I'll just go in by myself! !"

After all, it was a sideways kick that was neither powerful nor heavy, but very standard.

The target pointed directly at the closed door of the meeting hall.

Then, the door opened.

"Ouch!"

Marquis Miranda, who lost his center of gravity because of kicking in the air, let out a soft cry.

A hand grabbed her slender ankle.

"It will take time for me to walk from the inside to the door."

William Bohe pressed down the long legs of Marquis Mirada, his bloodshot eyes slightly drooped: "Come in."

After finishing speaking, he turned and walked into the meeting hall with Marquis Will McBride who was standing by his side.

"Your color"

Marquis Miranda, who lowered her head and straightened her skirt, choked in the middle of her sentence. She stared blankly at the back of the man in front of her, and stared blankly: "Your hair!"

"It's pretty handsome, isn't it?"

William Bohe didn't look back, just chuckled lightly: "You will be like this when you get old."

Miranda didn't answer the joke, but just stared blankly at William's pale, colorless hair, and shook her figure: "She didn't tell me."

The "her" here should refer to the queen who was still with Miranda just now.

"Just now, I only found out after being reminded by Will."

William walked to the upper seat of the meeting room and sat down, took a bottle of red wine handed over by Marquis Will, bit off the cork and filled the goblet in front of him, and raised his hand at the group of people at the door headed by Marquis Miranda. Greetings: "Come, have a drink with me."

The dark red wine made his pale hair stand out more clearly.

It is not the handsome snow-white or silver-white in all kinds of works, including but not limited to literature, film and television works, but a lifeless, lifeless paleness, without any poetic and artistic charm, which can only make people feel silent and sad.

In the year 9571 of the holy calendar, on the 5th day of the Frost Moon, William Bohe, the greatest emperor in the history of the Chauvin Empire, lost his head when he thought of it.
Everyone walked into the meeting hall silently. Except for Marquis Miranda who went directly to sit next to Emperor William, everyone else took their seats one after another according to their status. .

There was a glass of bright red wine in front of everyone, which seemed to be prepared by William in advance.

"Well then, let's toast."

William Bohe raised the wine glass in his hand, his face was as calm and calm as usual, and he said with a chuckle, "Anyone think of any good toasts?"

He was answered by a dead silence.

"Miranda?"

William turned to Marquis Miranda Fisher, who was still looking aggressive just now, and winked at her.

The latter looked away with a pale face.

"Then, Fossy?"

William looked at his old friend Grand Duke Fossa again.

"His Majesty."

Grand Duke Fossa lowered his head and fell silent.

"All right."

William sighed, his face still had the calm look on his face that seemed to be in control of everything as before, but in fact made people clearly feel the emotion of 'self-defeating'. He just held the goblet in silence for a while, and then looked at To Mo who was sitting at the bottom: "I don't think you will let me down, Sinner."

Mo did not look away like Miranda and Fossey did, but raised his glass and said flatly, "For Arthur Bohe."

William's hand seemed to tremble slightly, and then he nodded slowly as if he was fighting against the air: "Well said, for Arthur Bohe."

"For Arthur Boyle."

Everyone raised their glasses at the same time, drank the wine in the glasses, and then showed surprise expressions in unison.

Because the contents of that glass are not wine.
Rather, it is a juice that is very popular in the South.

"The young man who was honored to be honored by you just now doesn't like drinking at all."

William showed a successful mischievous smile, and pointed to the goblet in front of him: "So as long as it is a banquet held by the royal family, he will always prepare drinks that only children like for himself in advance, so that the real ones can be confused."

No one spoke, and everyone looked at the juice in front of them with complicated expressions, trying their best to suppress their emotions.

"He's not like me at all in this respect. Compared with these sweet things, I prefer spirits that can make people sleep well."

William did not remain silent, but continued to laugh and said, "When William Bohe was a businessman, he liked to drink, because it helped him enrich our treasury by means of almost plundering, and raise the value of every country in the empire. People's quality of life; when William Bohe was an emperor, he liked to drink, because he was not suitable for this position, he always had too many things to think about, and it was difficult to sleep well."

after a brief pause
"But Arthur is different. First of all, he is not a businessman."

William spread his hands, shook his head and said: "Not only that, maybe many of you don't know, in fact, as early as a few years ago, I gradually started to entrust him with many boring things, and as a result, that kid Not only did I do everything in an orderly manner, but I also never suffered from insomnia even one night. Even though I had a lot of burden on my shoulders, I slept like a pig, haha, hahahahaha~"

He laughed, unscrupulously, without image, as if the young man lying in the middle of piles of work and snoring loudly was right in front of him.

long time passed
"Sorry, my most loyal subjects."

William Bohe, whose eyes were red with laughter, stood up, his clear eyes burning with madness swept over everyone's face, and said word by word: "Chauvin, lost a destined great emperor, one who is far bigger than me. Excellent, can make this country, you, you, you, you, you are eligible to be written into the story, the emperor who is extolled by the world."

Arthur died, six days ago, on the 9571th day of the Frost Moon in 9 in the holy calendar, in Broadride, the capital of the Griffin dynasty.

"Kangta is dead, the guy who lived under my shadow without complaints and regrets all his life is dead; Little Witham is dead, my own nephew, who is as good as his father, who has regarded Arthur as an idol since he was a child Farah Osis, the Lord Fashen whom Kunta and I have called Grandpa Osis for decades is dead, his strength was once the backbone of the small country of Chauvin."

William Bohe poured himself another glass of juice that is very popular among teenagers and girls nowadays, and said softly, "Tell me, everyone, do you still see Chauvin's future?"

Marquess Diggory immediately said loudly: "Of course!"

"I can't see it anymore."

William Bohe lightly interrupted Marquess Digory, took a deep breath under the latter's dumbfounded gaze, and a morbid madness flashed in his eyes: "Marshal Gallahart."

Galahart left his seat silently and bowed to William.

"Within three days, can the Chauvin Sword Knights complete their assembly?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Garos."

"The Hurricane Mage will take five days, Your Majesty."

"Will."

"Sandstorm's first to third battle groups need a week to complete the assembly. The Tsar's Shield has been prepared and ready to go to the former Prince Kunda's border with Griffin at any time."

"hehe, not bad."

William laughed, a sickly flush on his face.
"So everyone, shall we declare war on the Griffin Dynasty?"

Chapter [-]: The End
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