Phoenix Grand Lord

After pondering for a while, I sorted out the relationships between many events.

Baron Edmund sighed deeply, grabbed a quill, and wrote:

"My dear son, are you doing well at the Imperial Magic Academy? Dad is doing well, don't worry about him.

"I have asked someone to send you the 2,500 gold coins for learning materials you requested last time. I wonder if you have received it?

"If you receive it, you'd better give me a reply, even if it means sending a raven to deliver a note. The raven shouldn't cost a lot of money, right? And you magicians can also summon magical ravens, right?

"Dad is writing you this letter because he actually wants you to go home. Dad has prepared an ownerless manor for you. You can take it over and become the lord of the manor when you come back.

"You know, you are my father's youngest son. Although my father loves you dearly, it is difficult to pass on the title of Baron Marigold to you.

“Unless your incompetent eldest and second brothers die.

"Dad will help you get a manor first, so that you will have an independent source of income. This will be good for your future spending on magic learning.

"In addition, Dad also wants you to do a small favor as a level 2 magician, but it is not convenient to mention this in the letter. We will discuss it in detail when you come back.

"Looking forward to your return, I will always love you dad."

After finishing writing, Baron Edmund took out a magic messenger crow coin, concentrated his thoughts on his little magician son, flicked the coin, and summoned a magic messenger crow with a magical light.

This letter must not be sent to the wrong person. Once it reaches the hands of the eldest son and the second son, they will explode with anger.

The letter crow picked up the letter in Baron Edmund's hand and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Baron Edmund was slightly relieved.

Next, he really wants to focus on hunting down the Oracle Nathanos.

What's more, he couldn't personally deal with Luo Wei's matter.

Recalling his youngest son who is studying at the Imperial Capital Magic Academy is killing two birds with one stone.

You can let your younger son take over the Watch Farm estate, and you can also use your younger son to deal with Rowe's Merrill Valley.

His youngest son is a distinguished magician!

Moreover, he can also provide his beloved youngest son with a large number of lord's regular troops, dispatch the butcher Eppard to assist, and also get two siege vehicles for his youngest son to bombard the sentry tower in Merrill Valley!

Can Luo Wei survive?

Thinking of this, Baron Edmund couldn't help but smile.

"Someone is coming——

"Tell Brother Phils that I am ready for peace talks with Viscount Mirandon, and ask him to send a message to Viscount Mirandon!

“Also, get my barber, I need to relax before the peace talks!

"Let my tailor choose some clothes for me that can highlight my identity!"

"Yes, sir."

The valet rushed out to deliver the message.

After a while, a barber with oily hair and pink face came to the lord's tent with various enema tools.

In Regan's world, barbers do more than just cut hair, shave, and shave legs.

They also take care of bloodletting, enemas, hemorrhoidectomy, corn digging, amputation, craniotomy, suturing and other matters.

Generally speaking, nobles with titles have their own barbers, and some great lords and nobles even maintain a whole team of barbers.

As the unfairly appointed Baron Edmund, he naturally did not want to lag behind other noble lords in this regard.

Before every important occasion, Baron Edmund would always ask his exclusive barber to give him an enema with a special magic herbal essential oil. After each enema, Baron Edmond would be full of energy and lively.

Therefore, in addition to the nickname "Betrayer", Baron Edmund also has the nickname "Enema Lover" in private.

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That night.

Torches are burning along the Broken Star Valley and Marigold borders.

Peace talks between the two sides finally began.

The armies on both sides were neatly arranged in square formations, and the soldiers on both sides looked extremely high-spirited.

Because they all knew that the Eagle War, which had never started at all, was finally coming to an end.

If there was a real fight, they wouldn't be in such high spirits.

Just knowing that it was going to end safely, they became more and more brave, as if they could fight for their lives as long as their lord gave the order.

Life is like a play.

At this moment, the two lords were wearing their most luxurious lord clothes, and their bodies were covered with jewelry that symbolized their wealth.

Even their horses were decorated.

Those who didn't know would never have imagined that these were two lords in a confrontation, and thought they were going on a blind date.

Under the auspices of Friar Phils, Baron Edmund and Viscount Mirandon each urged their horses forward.

The other soldiers all stayed where they were, at least a hundred kilometers away from their lord, as a sign of respect.

Baron Edmund and Viscount Mirandon greeted each other's mother and wife cordially.

Next, it’s time to talk about the sale.

Viscount Mirandon said arrogantly: "If you compensate me for 20 carriages and 1,000 gold coins, and hand over at least 5 of the murderers of my coachman and knights, I will retreat."

Baron Edmund sneered: "Don't dream, it was your people who made the first move in my territory! My Marigold Territory has suffered much more losses than you, and both of my manor lords are dead!"

"Do you blame me for the death of those two manor lords?" Viscount Mirandon sneered happily.

"Stop talking nonsense! In front of Brother Phils, do you dare not to retreat?" Baron Edmund said in a gloomy tone.

Brother Phils, who was wearing a robe with the mark of an angel, cleared his throat and said, "You two, the confrontation between you is just a small friction, and it will not lead to this.

“My suggestion is that Lord Edmund compensate Lord Viscount Mirandon for 20 carriages, and then Lord Mirandon verbally apologizes to Lord Baron Edmund for taking the lead in the Marigold Territory.

"As for the other demands, both of you will suffer losses, so let's consider them as offsets."

Viscount Mirandon frowned with a very dissatisfied expression, "Sir, is this your attitude?"

Brother Phils said coldly: "This is the attitude of the church."

Viscount Mirandon immediately shrugged, "Okay, in that case, I accept... Lord Baron Edmund, I'm sorry that my people took action on your territory first. I promise that such a thing will not happen again in the future." ”

Edmund was also extremely dissatisfied with this settlement. This time he really didn't get any advantage at all.

Of course, Viscount Mirandon did not take advantage either.

So who the hell took advantage?

Brother Phils reminded him sternly: "Baron Edmund, Viscount Mirandon has already apologized verbally, and now it's your turn to express your stance."

Baron Edmund immediately said with a sullen face: "I accept your apology, Viscount Mirandon, and I will return the 20 grain trucks to you. Let us end this damn war."

After speaking, Baron Edmund, under the supervision of Brother Phils, took the initiative to reach out and shake Viscount Mirandon's arm.

The soldiers on both sides all cheered excitedly.

Shaking the arm means that an agreement has been reached, and this border war is truly over.

Brother Phils said: "The church is the witness of your peace this time. Remember what you said today. Neither of you will use any excuse to provoke troubles and wars. Otherwise, the church will definitely punish you severely."

Baron Edmund promised: "As long as Viscount Mirandon doesn't stir up trouble, there will be absolutely no problem here."

Viscount Mirandon also promised: "As long as Baron Edmund does not stir up trouble, I will have no problem here."

The two lords looked at each other, greeted each other's mother and wife in their hearts, and then smiled at each other.

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