Ride and Cut

"Master Richard, I admire you for building a guard from scratch that can easily defeat the entire garrison in such a short period of time. I really admire you." Solo squeezed his forehead, trying to convey sincerity in his tone and expression.

The lord tried his best to suppress the urge to laugh wildly in his heart, and waved his hands pretending to be indifferent, "My lord, thank you for your praise."

But soon Sauron changed the subject and rolled his eyes at him, "But you really still have a lot of homework to do about politics."

"That is to say, I'm just a cover?" After all, what Li Cha lacks is experience, not brains or intelligence.

Sauron has already said this, and if he still doesn't understand, it just means that he doesn't want to understand.

"Of course it's a cover." Sauron shrugged. "You are the winning side. No king would put the whole country on the gambling table just because of such a trivial matter."

"Not necessarily, at least the Mad King can." The lord habitually raised his bar, walked to the wall and unscrewed the bronze dragon-head-shaped water hose, and the boiling water immediately fell into the white porcelain cup, and the steam rose.

He took two glasses and handed the other to Sauron.

The gentlemen in the noble garden are very good at enjoying it. The mountain spring water they use is quite sweet even if they drink it for nothing. It is many times stronger than the bitter water drunk by the common people in Cologne.

The mad king that the lord talked about was the alias of the famous traitor Nero thousands of years ago. In sharp contrast to his amazing talent and magical achievements, many of his actions in his life were incomprehensible to ordinary people. He was known as half genius and half madman. Long before his death, the name of the Mad King had been widely circulated.

It is not out of the ordinary for him to lightly start a war and bet on the national fortune for a small matter, but it is a common thing that must be done every few years.

The so-called long-term gambling will lose, the country that Nero built during his lifetime was precisely because of his endless misconduct, and eventually fell apart step by step.

"It's not the mad king who is in charge of Pompeii now." Sauron had a smile on his lips, and his beard curled up slightly.

"Damn it, we in Pompeii must have premeditated it." The lord was full of thoughts that he could not be used as a gunman in vain, and he would have to pay some real money for military aid to go back.

"Actually, this time, Stuart declared war on us first, see for yourself." Sauron took out another piece of parchment and threw it to Richard - this time he took it out of his close-fitting robe.

In other words, Sauron originally planned to take this official document to Alpine Fort.

Li Cha grabbed it and read it carefully under the warm yellow light of the magic lamp.

This is Stuart's version. Although it is the lingua franca of the mainland that has been passed down since ancient times, the curlicue style is slightly different from Pompeii's, and it takes a little time to recognize it word by word.

But what is clearly recognizable is that the drafting time of this Stuart document was two days earlier than that of Pompey!

Their reason was that Hendra was unfortunately attacked by Pompeian nobles for no reason during a normal military patrol, and unfortunately died after he stood up to resist.

Alpine Castle is described as a villain who completely despises human order. In order to maintain order, the Kingdom of Stuart decided to teach Pompeii a fatal lesson.

If Pompey's official document can only be regarded as a slight exaggeration of the facts, then Stuart's document is completely distorted.

Gao Shanbao, who counterattacked passively, suddenly became a recidivist war criminal who committed all kinds of crimes.

But for such a powerful country, a slight distortion of the facts is hardly a crime.

"They may not know that Hendra is still alive." Li Cha's fingertips landed on the corresponding text, he took a big gulp of water, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's useless." Seeing Li Cha drinking water, Solo also took a sip from the porcelain cup, but his whole body was scalded on the spot.

"Is your mouth inlaid with leather armor!"

"What's wrong?" The lord looked at Sauron innocently.

"Forget it...continue." Sauron wiped his mouth, "As long as Stuart doesn't admit it, no one can prove that he is Hendra."

The lord smacked his lips, and couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for this unlucky guy.

Hendra is still alive and well in the dungeon of Alpine Castle, but at least in his hometown of Stuart, his social status is equivalent to being sentenced to death by this official document.

"Both sides are determined to declare war." Richard returned the parchment to Sauron.

Occasional friction between the small lords and nobles of the border countries is actually quite normal, and most of the time they don't even bother to appeal verbally.

It should be the first time that two big countries directly declare war on each other.

From this point of view, Richard and Hendra should feel proud. They used the most inconspicuous identities to make the biggest mess.

"Because there have been grievances for a long time, and they have reached the point where they can only be resolved by force." Solo's face was full of helplessness.

For the local nobles, it is definitely not a good thing to break out of war in the Northeast Province, but they have no choice at all.

"A border friction is only a small spark, but the situation is no different from a vat full of alcohol, just waiting for a spark to fall and burn him upside down."

"What grudges?" The lord asked curiously.

"About five years ago, a magic crystal mine was discovered on the disputed border between Pompeii and Stuart. The reserves are very rich, and the ownership has not been determined in recent years."

"Magic Crystal Mine." Li Cha smacked his lips.

It was the first time in his life that he saw the magic crystal with his own eyes, and it was bestowed by Hendra not long ago.

The lord and Sauron looked at each other and stared at each other—just like eight generations of poor peasants could not give up the gold dug out of the ground, and the monarch naturally couldn't just watch the magic crystal mine slip through his fingers.

The status is very different, but the reason is the same.

"A storm is coming, are you afraid?" Sauron suddenly raised his head and asked.

"Hmph, I'm afraid of a bird." Li Cha lazily leaned back on the back of his chair with his legs crossed, pouted and whistled melodiously.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"It's impossible to send the main force to deal with Gaoshanbao. There is nothing to be afraid of." Li Cha tapped the armrest of the chair with his index finger. "To be honest, I have always lacked respect for third-rate people."

"That's right, Stuart came here for the magic crystal, and he won't care too much about you." Sauron stared blankly at the water glass for a long time, but finally couldn't help but swear with a wry smile, "Damn it, I'm almost scared to death, you really have a big heart!"

"Is there anything else, I can go now." In fact, Li Cha himself was also involved in a lawsuit.

For Alpine Fort, the possible benefits and risks of this battle are terrifying. It is possible to reach the sky in one step, and it is more likely to die prematurely and become one of the countless pioneer lords who died in the wilderness. .

I have to go back and figure out how to arrange it.

"The military department and the Governor's Mansion will definitely give Alpine Fort some support." Sauron paused behind him and continued, "You should stay in the Noble Court, and there should be a letter in a few days."

These chapters are coded by hand, which is very uncomfortable. I should be able to use the computer tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.