I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 138: A Complex Situation (I)

The Restoration Army sent an envoy group, which did not surprise Chris. In fact, it was a bit counterintuitive that the Republic did not send anyone but directly started a war.

The delegation consisted of more than 300 people, led by three nobles. There was no Dirac among them, nor was there an envoy who could represent the latter. Their purpose in coming to find Christie was very simple.

Since the Grand Prince did not return to the country, the Restoration Army needed a political banner.

From the perspective of the Restoration Army, Prince Chris was neither too big nor too small in their eyes, and he did not have much reputation within the Restoration Army. He was obviously suitable to be a banner, a puppet controlled by any noble.

Therefore, when the three men walked into Chris's office, the first words of the leading envoy, who was dressed in aristocratic robes, were somewhat meaningful and profound.

"Your Highness should change into attire befitting your status."

This was a very rude remark, and even with the interrogator's squinting eyes and upturned mouth, which looked like a smile but was actually a mocking and contemptuous expression, Chris knew that his guess was correct.

This is a really sad fact.

Obviously, because the Bagniya royal family was driven away before, the nobles of this country have no awe and respect for the royal family members.

"What should I change into?"

Chris put down his pen and looked up at the three people in front of him. He neither stood up nor asked their names or families... As a prince, it was extremely rude of him to do so.

The three nobles had already realized that things were not going well. After the other two cast slightly reproachful glances at the noble who spoke first, the second one stood up, put one hand on his chest, and saluted Chris.

"The Restoration Council wants to dress you in a newly designed royal robe!"

The third man hurriedly took out a velvet-covered scroll from his arms and unfolded it, then bent down and handed it to Chris. On the unfolded parchment scroll were carefully copied treaties, one after another, and dozens of noble seals and family crests.

This was the rhetoric that the three envoys had discussed in advance.

In the eyes of the three, Prince Chris, as a young man, the last prince who was held hostage in the Bohemian Empire and had never received a royal education, would definitely be dazzled and lose his mind at the first sight of the pie they threw out.

However, it does not.

Chris's eyes swept over the parchment scroll. Although the treaty and seal on it were exquisite, he could easily detect the traps and calculations in it.

Chris was too disdainful to hide his expression in front of these three nobles whose names he didn't even know, so the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a sarcastic arc.

"Should the royal robe be embroidered with gold or silver thread?"

Chris stood up, and the flintlock pistol at his waist made a crisp sound when it hit the back of the chair.

He walked around the desk and headed towards the floor-to-ceiling window. The sunlight outlined the golden double-headed eagle pattern under the epaulettes of his military uniform.

"Or maybe sew a dragon pattern on your collar, just like the Bohemian court?"

Without waiting for the three to reply, Chris walked up to them and continued talking to himself.

"I'm sorry, but I always prefer to wear clothes that I have made myself, rather than clothes that are given to me by others, so..."

Chris reached out and snatched the velvet scroll from the third noble's hand, rolled it up, and casually threw it back into the latter's arms.

"That's all. The three... uh, distinguished guests of the Restoration Army, please go back... By the way, when did the Restoration Army Council appear?"

Faced with Prince Chris's actions and the final question, the three nobles looked extremely ugly. The meaning of throwing the oath scroll back and the question both meant that Chris was unwilling to accept the "goodwill" of the Restoration Army.

How did the Restoration Council come about?
The three knew the answer to this question, but they didn't dare to answer it... One month after the heir to the throne of Bagnia, Grand Prince Flower, set out and arrived in the capital of the Bohemian Empire, it appeared within the Restoration Army.

It is very obvious what the emergence of the Restoration Army Council represents.

Chris didn't hear such a thing from Count Dirac Sisso when he was talking to him. Excluding the speculation that the Count deliberately concealed it, there was only one possibility left.

Obviously, the so-called Restoration Army Council is a hidden small organization known only to a small number of high-ranking Restoration Army officials.

Now the name of this organization appears openly in the mouths of the three messengers, and in the velvet scrolls of so-called oath of allegiance in their hands. What does this mean?
These three guys are trying to trick Chris!
No matter what Chris's thoughts and intentions were, when he signed his name on the scroll with a pen, it meant that he recognized the legitimacy of the Restoration Army Council, and that even if the Kingdom of Bagnia was successfully restored in the future, it would adopt a constitutional monarchy and a decentralized system.

Chris actually doesn't have much objection to constitutional monarchy, but that doesn't mean he can accept being deceived and played like a monkey.

"Let's go, three of you."

Chris waved his hand, and the guards' footsteps in unison echoed on the oak floor, their steel boots making a dull sound as they collided with the ground.

The three nobles instinctively stepped back, and the third one's cane accidentally hit the bronze candlestick in the corner, causing the candlelight to dance on the carpet. "Your Highness!
"The leading noble finally couldn't contain himself anymore, and there was a hint of panic in his voice.

“You may not understand the current situation.”

"situation?"

Chris raised his hand to signal the guards to pause, his eyes fixed on the window.

Outside the window high up in the castle, Chris could see soldiers conducting shooting training on the training ground in the distance, the metallic luster of the new flintlock rifles gleaming in the sunlight.

"You are saying that the Restoration Army has now split into three factions, and that the parliamentary faction you represent is losing control of the army?"

The three nobles exchanged bewilderment, cold sweat dripping from their temples. This information, which should have been top secret, had been casually spoken out by the man they considered a "puppet prince."

Chris turned and walked to the desk, and took out a letter with wax intact from the drawer.

"Three days ago, I received a secret letter from Count Dirac. It was something he had intercepted from a courier."

His slender fingers tapped lightly on the hexagram mark on the envelope.

"Guess what he said in the letter?"

The second noble's pupils suddenly contracted. He recognized the special color of sealing wax... It was a secret code known only to the core members of the parliament.

“He said…”

Chris's voice suddenly turned cold.

"A small group of people in the Restoration Army are planning an assassination against me if I refuse to submit."

The air in the office seemed to freeze, and the guards led by the plate-armored giant Bruno had already drawn their knight swords.

“So, the three of you…”

Chris slowly pulled out the flintlock pistol from his waist, and the barrel gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

"Are you here to give me a royal robe, or to see me off to my grave?"

At this moment, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and a captain of the guards walked in quickly and whispered something in Chris's ear. Chris's expression suddenly became playful.

"interesting."

Chris grinned and sheathed the pistol.

"It seems our conversation has to end early. We just received news that the Republic's First and Second Corps have broken through the Restoration Army's eastern defense line and are advancing towards Helgeland."

The faces of the three nobles turned pale instantly. They were not stupid. The eastern defense line was not impregnable, but it should not be

A situation where it will break if stabbed by someone.

Now that the Republic has broken through the defense line so easily, I'm afraid there are many people behind this.

The culprit is obviously one of the three forces mentioned by Chris.

"So, three of you..." Chris sat back in his chair and interlaced his fingers on the table.

"It seems that you need to pay more attention to the situation now, not me."

He pointed to the office door.

"Get lost! Go back quickly! If you run fast, you might even catch my brother arriving in Helgeland with reinforcements from the Bohemian Empire."

"What do you mean?"

One of the three nobles couldn't help but ask, which surprised Chris.

"Aren't you agents supported by the Bohemian Empire? Since you can't take a beating, then as the financial backers, in order to ensure that their investment is not in vain, they naturally have to take the field themselves."

(End of this chapter)