Black Iron Crown

Hearing this, Reiner nodded to show his understanding, then tapped the table with his fingers lightly and began to think about countermeasures.

"There is an exchange of interests, which means that Merkasa is not particularly important to Earl Twarin..." His eyes narrowed slightly, which was his habit when thinking about problems.

Obviously, Earl Twarin was willing to marry Earl Zhebo because of his interests, not because he valued Mekasha.

Thinking of this, Reiner's mood couldn't help but feel refreshed. Even though he had made up his mind not to have wishful thinking about Mekasha, he was extremely happy when he thought that she would no longer be handed over to Earl Twarin.

I have to say that love is fundamentally selfish, and Reiner doesn't feel ashamed of such a mentality.

Suddenly, he felt that everything became much easier. Earl Twarin did it for the benefit, which meant that he was not sincerely willing to help Earl Zhebo. If he could give greater benefits, Earl Twarin would not He will definitely help Earl Zhebo deal with himself.

"What kind of interests are they?" Reiner squinted his eyes and thought about self-study.

land? money?

For the feudal lords, the interests are nothing more than these two levels. As for the population, these lords don't pay much attention to it.

"Land...I definitely can't give him too much..."

There is no doubt about this. Reiner himself does not have much territory, not to mention that there is more than a hundred kilometers between himself and Earl Twarin's territory. It is simply unrealistic to give land.

But if you give money, Leiner knows in his heart that he has indeed obtained a lot of gold coins by selling armor and steel, but his little money is probably nothing to Earl Twarin. Na was, of course, a very rich man.

But Earl Twarin is a southern nobleman after all. Even if the territory is biased towards the northern border, he will definitely not be as poor as the northern border. It is still possible for an earldom to not earn hundreds of thousands of gold coins.

If it is placed in an area with relatively developed commerce, it is not impossible to earn tens of thousands of gold coins every year. Reiner's few hundred gold coins are not as much as others earn in a year, so how can he use money to win him over?

"Agreement with Earl Twarin to carve up Earl Zhebo's territory?" A very ordinary plan appeared in Reiner's mind...

Needless to say, this plan is really possible. Earl Zhebo himself suffered a defeat in his own hands.

The loss of prestige, not to mention the huge loss of the army, is at a time when it is extremely weak. If this situation is explained, Earl Twarin might really agree!

Thinking of this, Reiner couldn't help showing an uncontrollable smile, he was proud of his intelligence.

However, before he was happy for a while, something suddenly came to his mind.

"Earl Zhebo has openly opposed the royal family, so he is a traitor, but this Earl Tewarin is willing to marry Earl Zhebo's daughter Mekasha..."

Thinking of this, Reiner felt a burst of frustration in his heart, and the expression on his face was as if he had eaten fly droppings.

That's right, if someone dares to get engaged to Mekasha, it means that he is not afraid of getting involved with Earl Zhebo, and the reason behind it is ready to be revealed, because Earl Twarin is also an opposition force of the royal family!

"Okay!" Reiner sighed in his heart, then rubbed his face vigorously twice, raised his eyebrows and said to Logan: "Okay, I see, you go down first, I will call you if something happens of!"

Poor Logan has been tossed by Reiner many times, and now he is finally free to leave his study.

"Forget it, let's plan how to deal with the next scene!" Reiner muttered to himself, and then thought in his heart: "This crisis is not easy to deal with..."

Now Sir Valas seems very happy, because under their leadership, the Scarlet Griffin subordinates have also changed from the ordinary attributes at the beginning to the attributes that can be compared with the Moreland sergeants.

Although it is still not comparable to them, it is already a very powerful character among normal people.

"My lord, the brothers have clashed with others in the tavern!" A scarlet griffin squire hurriedly walked to Sir Valas' room.

Sir Wallas, who was sipping a drink while reading a book, reprimanded slightly displeased after hearing this: "What's the fuss, what happened?"

"Yes...that's the kind of sir. Today it just happened to be my turn to rest with the other three servants. The baron gave us such a high salary, so we wanted to take advantage of this time to go out and have fun. We planned to go to the tavern to find some... ... cool..."

"But who knows, we just found the girls, but another group of people rushed out and wanted to snatch all of our girls! Although there are still some girls in the tavern, there are not many girls left. Of course we are not happy if there are not enough opponents to play with more than a dozen people, so we fought each other..."

The blood-colored griffin beard talked to Sir Wallas dancing and dancing, without any shame. In his opinion, this was a very normal thing.

Sure enough, Sir Valas didn't take it seriously, but was extremely annoyed when he heard that someone dared to conflict with his subordinates.

He put the jug on the desk at once, slapped the books in his hand, stood up and asked with a frown, "What was the result? Did you win or lose? Who were the opponents? Those ink-blowers?" Are the Rand sergeants or the baron's armed soldiers? Or are they the prairie people?"

The Scarlet Griffin Knights valued victory the most. After suppressing the orcs in the bloody plain for fifty years, they were very confident in their force. Even if three people fought against a dozen people, he believed that they would not lose quickly.

The next question was the identity of the other party. No one in Fort Moreland dared to fight against the baron's army, except of course his colleagues.

"No, sir, it's not at all, it's the gang of bandits that the baron defeated before and then surrendered!" The squire shook his head and said.

Hearing this, Sir Valas' anger welled up in his heart.

If he was dealing with the group of Moreland sergeants or senior cavalry archers, he might not be like this, because he admitted that those people were warriors who fought on the battlefield, and their combat effectiveness was very strong. If he and others did not have the blood of griffins If it is integrated into the body, it is probably better than them at most.

But what does it mean that this group of robbers dare to fight against their subordinates at night? What are they? It's just a group of robbers, do you really think that you have an identity after being recruited by the baron? "

Sir Valas has long been disgusted with this group of people. All of them are obviously defeated generals, and they were easily captured by senior cavalry archers. They are all extremely arrogant, just like themselves. The soldiers who shouted were not as good as them.

Sir Valas's face was so gloomy that he almost wrung out water, and said to the Hu follower in a blunt tone: "Call me the other knights!"