Blood tax

Chapter 569 Serving Griffith? Day or night?
If an enemy ranger appears at the foot of the mountain, there may be an army ambushing on the other side of the mountain. At this time, you must not hesitate to organize firepower to suppress it across the ridge!

Erza felt like she was being provoked. She stood here to guard the corridor leading to the reception room and stay closer to Griffith. If there was anything strange, she would immediately kick in the door and go in.

Anyone else would have been hit back immediately, but Erza knew how to make people cry. Others always walk around her, and there is no reason for her to give way to others.

Of course, Sonia is different... She is Griffith's fiancée. Although she is not familiar with me, she is really beautiful and has good rumors. Dare to love is the conspiracy hatched by the bad guys gathered here. She, made her furious... For a moment, Erza really wanted to make way for the lovely countess.

Sonia's thin eyebrows were almost knitted together. She tried her best not to bite her lips and clenched her fists tightly. She has been soft-spoken and soft-spoken since she was a child, but when the time comes, she is not afraid at all.

Hey, she doesn't want to hit me! so cute! Erza became interested and said quietly:

"I don't quite understand what you mean, Countess~"

Erza actually used honorifics! Alandel, who was watching on the sidelines, waved away an earl who wanted to chat with her, and listened carefully with her ears raised.

Erza looked at the other party seemingly calmly: "The Senate Office did not remind me what I need to do tonight and whose consent I need to get."

The consul-lieutenant is the elder candidate of Bjelan. The senators and nobles attended the party with their families, but Erza herself was the honored guest invited by the dictator, and did not come with anyone else.

But Sonia, you are not... The people with real power are talking here, and only the wealthy ladies need to dance.

Sonia immediately understood what the huntress meant. She originally didn't want to cause trouble, and she just wanted to pass when the small circle around Erza blocked her way. She was already in a bad mood after watching the miserable conspirators all night. Now that she was being provoked in person, the defenses she had built up for a long time were immediately ignited.

"Please stop joking," Sonia quickly collected her thoughts, "Why are you blocking me? This palace is big enough, you and your friends have many places to go, and the dictator did not order you to guard here."

With a smile in her eyes, Erza expressed the bad idea in her heart tactfully:

"I am Griffith's blade, bringing destruction to his enemies; outside the battlefield, I am his guardian. I was, and am, presumably from the day he was connected to the great mission, the God of Destiny It has been revealed.

"I will return him to you outside of this time."

This statement is too bold. Isn’t that what it means? The guests standing nearby did not listen or walk. They all lowered their eyes and did not dare to breathe.

It took Sonia two seconds to understand the meaning of these words...

The countess in the boudoir had only read about ladies' games and spaces in novels; Fiona instilled many bad ideas into her, but they were automatically blocked by the good tutor at Larmore House.

Until this moment, Sonia suddenly understood the hint and understood everything.

She was absolutely furious!

Erza was so beautiful. Such a beauty was always by Griffith's side. Any girl would have a woman's intuition; now, this intuition was broken by Erza herself.

Sonia felt dizzy. This situation was much more complicated than that of Galadia and Krista, and it overloaded her brain for a while. She almost swayed, her eyes wandering, trying to find a table corner or sofa nearby to support herself.

With great difficulty, she restrained herself from holding the table beside her. Her eyes fell on the vase on the table, and she felt that the expensive porcelain was quite comfortable in both length and thickness.

Is Sonia going to hit Erza with a vase? ? Alandel was shocked and quickly took two steps closer.

With strong perseverance, Sonia withstood this blow. Not only that, she also prepared a handful of bombs to throw back.

"You are right," the countess restored her impeccable smile, and even lifted her skirt slightly, "I would like to thank you for your bravery in Raven and the distant southern province. Such a difficult situation is You’re keeping him company.”

Erza's eyes were a little gentler, and she was a little surprised at how the Countess' mentality could be so relaxed.

Sonia's tone was very solemn: "Anyone else would inevitably be discouraged if they encountered such a dangerous situation, but Griffith didn't care.

"I used to think it was because of his strong mentality, but now it seems that it's because of you. The time in the army tempered his mind, making Griffiths an outstanding knight like you!"

The countess speaks quite nicely... Erza was secretly proud of herself. If she had a folding fan in her hand, she would probably shake it twice.

"You fought side by side with him, defeated the regicide, and helped him walk on the right path; but there are people who follow the trend in this world, and there is no shortage of conspiracies. If it were me, I would sincerely admire you. , I hope..." Sonia knelt down in greeting and added before Erza could react, "Miss Vice Admiral, I hope that from now until forever, Griffith and I can get your friendship and support when we need it. care."

Erza's smile couldn't be stretched on the spot. She understood what the countess was brewing in her long words.

"Don't be so polite. You already have the best blessings and don't need my care."

Before she could figure out how to proceed, Sonia had already gently shook her head with a slight smile:
“We live in a great and turbulent era, and it is difficult for a wise man to see clearly the fog ahead;
"Griffith's mission is to pursue the miracle of an era. The God of Contract has closely connected my life with him.
"Fate has given you such outstanding talents and character. As you said, Manifest Destiny has been determined. No matter in the past or in the future, please show your strength without reservation!"

It was an open secret that Erza gave up the authority of the Hand of God and completely sided with Griffith. The rank of Vice-Admiral of the Consul was higher than that of the Flag Captain, but Erza's public stance was to obey Griffith without any reservation.

Yes, that's right, Griffith is the commander-in-chief who will compete for Miracle!
No matter how majestic Erza is, she, like Ophelia and Midianmaia, follows the banner of the Hand of God and is Griffith's de facto staff and general.

In this case, Sonia de La Mole, the betrothed of the Hand of God, is the wife of the commander-in-chief to whom all loyal ministers and good generals are destined to serve, and is their mistress.

No matter day or night, please lend your strength to the reliable Erza~
……

"You want to see me, Dictator."

The low night darkness enveloped the window, and Griffith walked into the dictator's reception room. Two tall guards wearing heavy armor stood on both sides holding halberds. Walking past them, Griffith faintly felt the bloodthirsty and sinister aura seeping out from the gaps in his faceplate. They are very strong, but very strange, and have never been exposed to them in the military or social circles. Are they extraordinary beings directly under Salorian?

In the reception room were Count Larmore, the Chief Justice, and several senior senators. They gathered around the dictator and discussed in hushed tones.

"My students, please come here," Salorian nodded repeatedly and said to the senators present, "Stand back."

The big shots withdrew with complicated expressions. The Earl passed by Griffith and looked at him deeply.

"Which visitor do you want to see first?" Salorian asked, as if he was asking the students about their subject direction in the college gently and seriously. "I'm sorry for wasting your time. Let's hurry up and meet the ladies." Finish these things before the dance is over."

"Everything is at your discretion, dictator."

Griffith sat down beside the dictator. The first people allowed into the reception room for talks were Danton and several Confederate representatives. When they entered the door, their eyes widened when they saw Griffith, and they quickly avoided him the moment he looked over. No one dared to ask the dictator what the commander of the 10th Army of Verona was doing here.

They were too frightened to ask questions, and they glanced at the knight from time to time.

Now they could not figure out what the dictator meant, they only knew that he had the Grand Army of the Republic in his hands.

Danton, the main leader of the Confederacy, spoke first. He was poorly dressed, his hair was messy, and his even more unkempt beard spread out from his cheeks, like a lion that had just woken up from a nap. His gentle tone and short sentences can almost make people forget that he has the most agile and sharp political mind in parliamentary debates.

"We will not give up the chance for peace...

"A wise and great person like you can establish a large parliament with broad representation. This is the achievement of thousands of generations."

When Danton and others exited the reception room, the dictator turned to Griffith and smiled:

"You see, they're hinting at me becoming king."

Immediately afterwards, the representative of the Arcane Council, Lord Yasol Ahan, came in. He felt very uncomfortable with Griffith's knights and looked very unhappy:

"Sir, the Arcane Council believes that there are misunderstandings about magic that need to be clarified, and the ban needs to be lifted immediately.

"In fact, the ban has hindered the most critical national operations, production and security. Production and transportation have encountered difficulties, and the stationed mages everywhere are unable to perform their duties, which has exacerbated the chaos...

"You can definitely understand that."

"I understand a lot of things," Salorian said.

After sending away the members of the Arcane Council, the dictator once again said to Griffith:
"They all want to get a good price from me. As long as the price is right, the Confederate Congress can sell out the civilians in Bijelan at any time, and let them fend for themselves no matter how they publicized it before.

"And wizards~ They are so powerful. Who in this palace is not related to them? Even your lovely fiancée is a witch. If I don't agree to their request, the country will definitely be in chaos. Oh, almost Forgot, I am one of theirs too, I am afraid I will have a sudden stroke on a rainy night..."

"Sir, please rest assured, my friends and I..." Griffith quickly assured.

However, the dictator interrupted him with a smile:

"Now it seems that we have no choice, don't we? You should lead the army to wipe out the rebels in Beyelan City. Everyone is expecting us to do this. I will take the blame~
The dictator turned sideways and said to Griffith:
"Everyone who has gained power is afraid of losing it.

"Archon Chalon is also an example. Doesn't he know that his daughter is in psychic danger? As the best general in the Republic, will he refuse an efficient and loyal Grand Republic Army?
"The surname of Xia Long blinded his eyes and turned a blind eye to the truth in front of him. Everything he did was to protect the authority of the oldest senatorial family in Beyeland.

“Good and evil are relative.

"The Senate and the Confederation are very similar in many ways - they both pursue greater power. Many of our senators are greedy and arrogant.
“Isn’t it the Confederacy?”

Griffith didn't know what to say. Nothing he said was appropriate.

Salorian rang the bell and showed a clever and cunning smile: "My student, rulers should be both lions and foxes. Do not do what they expect you to do at any time.

"You'll never guess who you're going to see next."

In a flash, the door to the secret room opened, and the reception room was actually connected to a teleportation circle. After the recent disaster, magical teleportation has been banned, but the dictator has the power to do as he pleases.

Several figures appeared in the magic circle. They are tall and elegant, and each has a pair of pointed ears.

It's an elf!
I only heard someone among the guests respectfully declare:

"Her Highness Galadia Valannoi, Hand of God, graced by the silver moon and starlight, Chief Citizen of the Senate of Canaan and God's Dependent Territory, Guardian of the Arcana, Princess of Arran, the Most Noble Victoria The leader of the Knights of Lannoy, the leader of the oldest Knights of Arran..."

Griffith's heart was so excited that he forgot to beat.

Galadia came to the dictator under the escort of the elven elders and extraordinary beings. She wears a pure white senatorial toga robe inlaid with magic lines. The light silver breastplate is made of two pieces of ridged stainless steel kneaded with mithril. The complex lines like stamens outline the home of Villanoy. pattern, surrounded by emeralds and sapphires with healing and divination properties.

The slightly youthful and lovely beauty is a little more proud and confident, as if the flower fields in full bloom are dyed red by autumn colors, and the refreshing breeze makes an intoxicating rustling sound.

The other elves who came together stood quietly like statues, their eyes locked on Griffith. Griffith even forgot how he got up and stood behind the dictator.