Cthulhu Gonfalon

Things are serious!

It’s really not a matter of a few soldiers under the command of a knight. For the long border between the two forces, the death of several people is really worth mentioning.

However, an attack on the count was completely different!

There is no Duke in the Union of Gold Coins, and the two highest names are the two Marquis. Under them, there are fourteen counts. Five of the fourteen counts are their vassals, and the other nine are independent. This was the result of the political wrangling at the time of the founding of the country. In fact, the nine independent counts were very strong. Although one-on-one was not as good as the Marquis, as long as two or three were joined together, it would be enough to overwhelm a Marquis. The nine guards of each other helped to form the "local aristocracy" in the aristocratic faction, and the "central aristocracy" with the two marquis as the core often contradicted.

Despite this, in the face of the merchants, they are still standing in the same camp comrades.

Even if ... they want each other to die, it is best to die in the family, and die without even an illegitimate child.

"Who is attacking me, who is it?" The attacked Earl was wrapped in a bandage and looked very badly wounded. He leaned on the soft couch and sat by magic to adjust the temperature, making it comfortable enough. Inside the living room, the brow was locked and looked at a few of the aides in front of him.

"I think it may be an assassin from the capital." A skinny abbot said that his eyes flashed a little cold, and from time to time there was a fierce color that flashed away.

Among the aides of the Earl, he was not the best, but he was very determined. With the saying on earth, he can decide without hesitation at the crucial moment, and then he can withstand all the pressure and carry out his decision to the end.

In the past years, he succeeded and made mistakes. In general, there were very few mistakes. In most cases, his judgments were correct.

Although... his thoughts are a little bit extreme, and the means of doing things are sometimes a bit ferocious, but in the eyes of the count, anyway, being able to do things, dare to do things, is a good thing!

Anyway, this gold coin federation, he can stand up when the sky collapses, what are you afraid of?

It is precisely because of this kind of thinking that the Earl adults have always been sloppy in the past, can mix and mix, never want to spend more effort.

Today, however, he does not think so.

The assassination last night made him feel a deep crisis.

Yes, the Earl is a high-ranking person who rules several cities, large and small, and more in towns and villages. As long as he orders, the Light Knight can summon more than 100, and the well-trained army can gather about two thousand. If the request is relaxed, the militia will count, even if it is not difficult for him to gather tens of thousands of troops.

In the gold coin federation, he is undoubtedly at the top of the power pyramid, even the two marquis can not treat him, even if the gold crown (the goddess of wealth) church is also polite to him. As for the ordinary civilians, he is more respectful in front of him. When he is in a bad mood, he may even look up at him and may have a whip.

So all along, he feels that he is very safe.

However, last night, he suddenly discovered that everything that he had relied on was actually not so reliable.

When the killer only broke through the blockade of the guards and stabbed him with him, he even felt that his heartbeat stopped for a while.

After all the dust settled, he suddenly realized that he felt extreme panic and helplessness.

It turned out that I was not as safe as I thought!

So although it was only slightly injured - correctly, it was because of panic and he reached the corner of his mouth - he still asked the priest to use his own advanced healing spells, and wrapped himself like a mummy with the best bandage. It seems that through such an approach, I can reassure myself.

At the same time, he increased the number of guards in his house to five times before, and he really reached the point of ten steps, five steps and one whistle. As for his own room, there are nearly a hundred soldiers who take turns guarding, and four senior adventurers lead the team to ensure that no matter what the circumstances, they can respond in time, and will never let the assassin have a close chance.

After he had finished all this, he finally let go of his heart and felt that he was safe again.

After ensuring security, one of the biggest amnesties of the gold coin federation, could not help but start anger.

Who is it? Who did those assassins send? Who exactly wants to die?

However, he thought about it carefully and found that there were a few more possible objects.

As one of the strongest aristocrats in the gold coin federation, he naturally has many enemies. Some people are old rivals of his perennial struggle, some people have eaten his losses and want to retaliate, and... In short, too many, countless.

He thought for a long time, and he couldn't think of a reliable answer, so he had to call his own staff.

To be honest, he doesn't really want to find someone to help him figure it out. Yesterday’s assassination made him very insecure. This kind of thing that involved his life is not to be consulted by outsiders – even the ones he trusts relatively trustworthy.

But his wisdom is limited. There is really no good idea. He has to give up his own plan.

The first judgement made by his staff after listening to the incident and looking for the guard to understand the situation is that the assassin is likely to come from within the aristocracy, or from the central nobility.

After listening to this speculation, the count did not express approval or opposition. He only used his nose to "hmm" and then looked at the other aides.

One person is short-sighted, and everyone is counting on it. He wants to hear what other members of the staff think.

"I don't think it should come from the two marquis." Another fat aide has a different opinion. He touched his short-tailed short beard and said, "It is the aristocratic and merchants. At the stage of confrontation, we must not be in chaos at this time. Even if the two marquis do not understand this, their subordinates will remind them. So the assassin should not be the one they sent."

"What do you mean by saying that it may come from a merchant?" A younger, even a bear with no beard, blinked and asked.

The fat man shook his head: "The merchants said that they would not send assassins. Now everyone is safe and sound, and they are good to each other. Instead, they are ... to assassinate adults, what benefits can they get?"

All of you are immersed in contemplation.

Those who can become a staff are smart. What the fat aides can think of, other aides can naturally think of it. As he said, now, no matter between the aristocratic faction and between the aristocratic faction and the merchants, what is necessary is to maintain stability. How can anyone be guilty of making troubles now, so that they will be self-defeating?

This is not reasonable!

In the silence, the first thin-skinned singer said coldly: "Even if you can't find the source of the assassin, adults can't be frightened by this time!"

The aides looked at him and waited for his explanation.

"No matter where the assassin comes from, we can all insist on coming from the capital." The thin screen blinked in the eye. "All in all, let's get some benefits first!"