Unspeakable bubbles

"anything else?"

"besides?"

Cecil thought about it for a long time but didn't answer.

“Mary, you speak!”

Salen looked at his granddaughter-in-law with a look of testing in his eyes.

"It's not easy to plant a spy in the royal family, especially for the Marquis..."

Mary hesitated for a moment, then lowered her voice: "She seems to be quite ambitious."

Upon hearing this, Salen burst into laughter.

"It's not just a little ambitious, it's downright ambitious!"

"Princess Isabella has just escaped one danger only to fall into another; it's unclear how this civil war will end."

Salen said in a deep voice, "After Marquis Yog's army enters the capital, I wonder if she will still be willing to let the army return to the south."

"..."

"Grandpa, what should we do?"

"The more you do, the more mistakes you make; the less you do, the less mistakes you make."

Salen shook his head: "The world is about to descend into chaos. We don't seek further advancement; we only hope to preserve the current status of the Momedi family."

"I will reply to Her Highness the Princess and Prince Chavel separately. The West will not participate in this civil war."

Seeing the apprehensive looks on Cecil and Mary's faces, Salen said in a deep voice, "Don't be afraid of not pleasing either side. As long as the foundation of the Momedi family is not damaged, whoever becomes King Saen in the future will only win us over."

"Well, I still need to write a letter to Marquis Yog."

Salen's face also showed unease: "Her skeletal army should be kept at bay if possible. If a legendary undead army were to besiege the capital, who knows what Violet and Red Rose might do in response."

“Grandpa, aren’t the royal family’s legendary legions forbidden from participating in the civil war?” Cecil asked nervously.

"They cannot participate in the civil war, but they still have an obligation to protect the lives of the people in the capital."

"If a bunch of undead enter the capital, who knows what they might do?"

Cecil imagined the scene and shuddered.

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"boom!"

With a slam, Fogra smashed the table to pieces, scattering soup everywhere, as the marquis roared in fury.

"Why, why do both Chawell and Isabel only write to the Griffin family?"

"Our Grant family is clearly the most powerful in the East right now!"

The Marquis's face was contorted with rage. The steward, who had just whispered the news in his ear, was trembling with fear and dared not utter a single word of advice.

"Father, please calm down."

Flynn forced a smile and said, "Please don't let that get back to the Seventh Organization..."

"What's there to be afraid of!"

Fugra's face turned ashen: "I've figured it out now. No matter how weak the Griffin family becomes, the royal family will only support them, not let us take their place."

"Luckily, I never intended to follow the royal family in the first place!"

"Father, be careful what you say, be careful what you say!" Flynn's expression changed instantly.

"Humph"

Fogra seemed to want to say something, but in the end he swallowed it back.

"Damn it, you look down on me, but I look down on you too!"

'Phew, I've been waiting so long and the Marquis still hasn't written to me...'

'The time isn't right yet.'

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"We must enter the capital before Marquis Yog."

Hayley Graeme said with a solemn expression, "Only by occupying the capital can we avoid being completely passive."

“Father, Her Highness the Princess wants to come to the North. Does the Marquis of Yog dare to detain her?” Alf Graeme shouted.

“Brother, after all, Princess was rescued by Marquis Yog, and she even mobilized the southern nobles to try to reclaim the throne for Princess.”

Gillian gave him a helpless look: "Your Highness insists on coming to the North at this time. What do you think the Southern nobles will think?"

"But, but Her Highness's safety is the most important thing!"

"That's why we have to work hard. The more powerful the North is, the less likely the Marquis of Yugoslavia will dare to act recklessly."

"But......"

"Don't ask for so many 'buts,' just listen to your sister!"

Hayway glared at Alfre, who immediately fell silent.

“Father, if Marquis Yog uses the legendary legion, we will not be able to enter the capital before her,” Gillian said worriedly.

"The Marquis of Yog's legendary legion is special; it is an army of the undead."

"The Violet and the Red Rose will not allow undead creatures to set foot in the capital. If Marquis Yog tries to force his way in, he will only face a combined attack from the two legendary legions."

"Two against one... wait a minute. Father, where are the Kheshig troops?"

Alf scratched his head: "Isn't Marquis Yog the reincarnation of Krishna? What if she gets the legendary legion of the steppe involved?"

"..."

Haiwei remained silent for a long time before saying, "At that time, I can only apologize to Her Highness the Princess."

"Huh, what does that mean?" Alf asked curiously.

“Brother, once the Kheshig army enters the kingdom, things are not so certain about Duke William. The other two dukes, including us, will immediately support Prince Cherwell and go to war with the Marquis of Yog.”

"Why? Chawell is clearly a usurper!"

"I, I absolutely disagree!"

"Alfred, you're always so impulsive. How can I entrust the family to you in the future?"

Haiwei tapped his son on the head with exasperation: "If you were half as steady as your sister, I would really be at ease."

"Well, Gillian will be assisting me from now on, so I'll just listen to my sister."

"You, don't you have any ambition at all!"

Hayway sometimes really wanted to pass the dukedom to his daughter, but there was no such tradition in the North, and the resistance was too great.

'Sigh, if only the North were as open-minded as the Central Government and the South, I wouldn't have this headache.'

“Father, don’t worry. Marquis Yog is very capable. She won’t squander such a good hand,” Gillian advised.

That's what they say...

"If you are really worried, why don't you write a letter to the Marquis of Yug?"

"write a letter?"

"Yes, let Her Highness deliver it and see what her attitude is."

Section 661, Chapter 660: Recruiting

Marquis of Yugoslavia

Isabel smiled and invited the little girl, "Would you like to come to the banquet together today?"

"No, Bubble has attended too many banquets these past few days, and doesn't want to attend any more."

"Oh, you're not attending?"

Isabel looked quite disappointed: "I was hoping you could introduce me to some more interesting nobles, what a pity."

"Ha~"

The little girl glanced at Isabelle and realized that the princess wasn't telling the truth again.

Bubble had met liars before, but she had never met a girl who loved to lie as much as Isabelle.

Nine out of ten sentences are lies. Even though she dislikes herself very much, she always acts as if she is extremely grateful.

The little girl was initially very eager to help the princess in distress, but because she was always like this, Bubble gradually lost interest.

"Oh, Your Excellency, did the Duke of Salen write you a letter?"

Isabel curiously leaned closer, quickly glanced at the letter and jotted down its contents, then quickly 'realized' what had happened.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, Isabel was just curious..."

"Go ahead and look if you want." The little girl shoved the letter into Isabel's hand.

"..."

"Marquis Salen, he advised you not to deploy the Skeleton Legion?"

"yes"

"My lord, what is your opinion?"

"It will be all right"

"Well, actually, I also have a letter to pass on to you."

Isabel smiled and said, "It's a letter from Duke Hayway. Please take a look."

"Oh"

The little girl opened the letter and discovered that the duke she had never met was also advising her not to send out the Skeleton Legion.

He wrote several pages of text, which the little girl patiently read through.