Chapter 308 About Negotiation

Are these the two elf doctors received by His Majesty the Emperor?

Pei Dinan was slightly concerned, and quietly observed the two elves in front of him.

These are two silver elves who are very similar in appearance, with their racially iconic long golden and pointed ears, tall and almost impeccable in appearance, and they wear white court dresses (or, as it is generally said, noble ladies dress), wearing emblems with leaves and branches on their chests, which seems to indicate that they still have the mortal status of the Druid faction...

The most impressive thing is not the beauty and temperament of the two elves, but their sense of "synchronization" that is closer and more tacit than the twin sisters. They speak in unison, and bow down to greet them almost in unison. It even gave the illusion that Archduke Pedinand was looking at a person and her shadow.

"I've never seen you." Duke Ferdinand Wendell said in an indifferent and reserved tone. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

He didn't need to talk too much with the two doctors, especially since the other party was an elf mortal hired by the royal family, but even if he asked a few more questions, no one would question it.

"You really haven't seen us, because we are not court doctors," the two elves said the first half of the sentence in unison, and then the slightly taller elf continued, "We just accepted the summons of His Majesty the Emperor."

"That's it." Ferdinand nodded slightly, then stopped paying attention to the two elves, turned and continued towards Rosetta Augustus's reception room.

The emperor temporarily summoned a doctor. Although it was not common, it was the emperor's personal affairs, and as the first duke, he had no reason to pay too much attention to this.

His Majesty, the mighty Emperor, sat in a large seat in the reception room, waiting for his first duke.

This middle-aged emperor has the sharp eyes of an eagle, and despite his gloomy temperament and thin body, those sharp eyes still make him formidable like a powerful wolf. in the back seat,

The lights shone from the back of the seat back, hiding him in the shadow of the backlight, but after Ferdinand entered the room, the middle-aged man who liked to shroud himself in the shadow took the initiative to stand up. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Qing Pei Dinan, I'm so glad that you are willing to visit me in this foggy weather."

Pedinan was stunned for a moment, looking at Rosetta Augustus in disbelief.

The emperor's figure is still thin, and his temperament is still a little gloomy, but the eyes exposed under the short gray curls are shining with a clear and wise light. He stands upright, although the smile on his face is diluted by his gloomy temperament. A lot, but there is no doubt that His Majesty the Emperor is in an unprecedented state of mind.

Pedinan couldn't remember how long he had not seen Rosetta Augustus's smile, how long he had not seen the other person's completely sober eyes, and how long he had not heard the other person call him with such a relaxed and friendly attitude. The name is over - the crazy curse that has enveloped the Augustus family for more than 200 years has temporarily faded from this emperor's majesty! ? &1t;i>&1t;/i>

Emperor Rosetta didn't seem to notice Ferdinand's brief stupefaction. He smiled and walked to another chair next to him and sat down. He signaled that Ferdinand could sit across from him as usual, and said at the same time, "In this great place. In the foggy weather, do you have something important to tell me?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," Pei Dinan took a breath and sat down in front of the emperor, "I received information from the border..."

He talked about the information he had obtained, while carefully observing the change in Emperor Rosetta's expression.

——Different from the backward and chaotic country of Ansu, the Typhon Empire has already achieved the centralization of the country and the rectification of the aristocratic system after many successful reforms. Although the enfeoffed field nobles are still there, their power has been greatly compressed and Control, the authority of the entire aristocratic system is in the hands of the royal family, and this kind of great change was brought about by the emperor in front of him with the first half of his life. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

This centralization change has made the administrative efficiency of the empire unprecedentedly improved, so Duke Ferdinand was convinced by the monarch, who was a dozen years younger than him, and willingly became an active promoter and assistant of the New Deal, but the Duke also knew that there was a huge The shadow of the New Deal always hangs over the head of the New Deal, that is the spiritual problem of the emperor himself, or the spiritual problem that every member of the Augustus family must face.

The power of the royal family can make the empire prosper, but it can also multiply the bad consequences of the emperor's own governance mistakes. As the first duke of the empire, Ferdinand Wendell's mission is to always be an "insurance" for the Augustus family. He has always kept this mission in mind, especially after the implementation of the New Deal.

Rosetta Augustus didn't pay attention to Ferdinand's eyes. He just listened to the information with a calm expression and nodded slightly: "So, like Typhon, Ansu was also attacked by those monsters." &1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Your Majesty, those are not ordinary monsters. They may be blasphemous things that have wandered out of the wasteland of Gondor and are called aberrations by historians," Ferdinand emphasized, and Master Derin's earnest warning echoed in his heart. , "If it is really an aberration, then the attack on Winter Wolf Castle will only be the beginning - something more serious may happen at any time."

"It's time for us to reconsider the war situation with Ansu." Rosetta Augustus said lightly.

"We are facing a common threat, so..." Pei Dinan said almost habitually, and he didn't realize what he heard until half a sentence was out. He looked at His Majesty the Emperor in front of him in astonishment, "Your Majesty, what do you mean……"

"We are facing a common threat, and all human beings, even all races, are indistinguishable from each other in the face of this threat, aren't they?" Rosetta smiled gloomily, "All human kingdoms have a corridor adjacent to the Gondor Wasteland. The long frontier, those monsters will not think when they are attacking the frontier whether they are attacking Typhon or Ansu." &1t;i>&1t;/i>

"So we..." Duke Ferdinand tentatively said, "Should we postpone those plans for the coming year?"

"It's not just delaying, we have to prepare more thoroughly, don't we?" Rosetta looked into Ferdinand's eyes, "Maybe it's time to re-establish dialogue with Ansu... If the king still has the right judgment if."

Pei Dinan didn't speak, but glanced at the Typhon ruler in front of him, who responded calmly: "Qing Pei Dinan, I know you are surprised.

"I've been really nervous recently, but don't worry, I've always been very clear about what I'm doing.

"The curse of Augustus may eventually fall on me, but not now.

"Perhaps, I should find a time to express my condolences to the Earl of Winterhold..."

"It's better for you to be better than anything else, I'll share this good news with Earl Palin," Ferdinand Wendell said, and then hesitated for a moment, "Is it because of those two elves?"&1t; i>&1t;/i>

"They have a personal friendship with the Augustus family." Emperor Rosetta said casually.

At the same moment, two pieces of information were also placed on the desk of Francis II, King of Anzu.

The old king read the content of the invitation carefully, as if he wanted to engrave every word on it in his mind, and finally he sighed softly and put two pieces of light parchment treated with magic. All thrown into the brazier beside him.

In the city of Saint-Sunil in the middle of winter, the frost and snow from the northern mountains whistled between the ancient palace walls and the bell tower. A hazy echo rang out from the large ornate crystal window.

Francis II knew that it was the bell of the Cathedral of the Holy Light-in this winter when the cultists were rampant, the bell of the Church of the Holy Light was at least twice as frequent as in previous winters. Listening to the faint bell, Francis II. The mood of the world has also calmed down a lot. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

Prince Edmund, the crown prince of Anzu, stood by the king's desk. He looked at the parchment that was gradually turning to ashes in the brazier, and could vaguely recognize some words on it: Winter Wolf Keep, Assault, Aberration, Cecil's warning...

"Edmond, do you know what this information means?" Francis II's voice woke Prince Edmund from his thoughts. The old king put his hands over the brazier to bake, while using the power of fire to make his old man The cold blood vessels warmed up again, as he asked seemingly casually.

The young prince frowned: "Meaning that the threats and challenges we face are increasing day by day?"

"No, it means that we finally have good news." The old king raised his head, a little spark of fire in his cloudy eyes, "Ansu is not yet ready for war - but fortunately, the war will be postponed already."

Edmund thought for a while, then shook his head slightly: "I don't think Typhon's paranoid emperor will be shaken by this." &1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Edmund, you can't just look at the parts," the old king shook his head and said his judgment, "Rosetta Augustus may not be shaken, but the noble council he formed can also receive the border. Intelligence, his first duke, his advisors... he may have succeeded in centralizing the royal family, but he still has to compromise with the group of nobles."

Edmund Morn lowered his eyes, blocking all the changes in his eyes: "Does he have to compromise with the nobles..."

Francis II raised his eyes and glanced at his favorite heir, but said nothing.

The young prince was too sharp to understand the meaning of "compromise" to maintain the country, nor did he understand the power and necessity of the traditional aristocratic system, but it didn't matter, this is the process of every king growing up. It doesn't matter if he doesn't understand now, he will understand sooner or later. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Compromise" and "negotiation", an illegitimate son of the past became the king of Ansu with the support of the Duke of the North, and gradually controlled the situation of the entire country, and gradually loosened the shackles around his neck, with the real king's words Power depends on "compromise" and "negotiation".

Compromise on the surface, negotiation in private, exchange of interests in the bones, aristocratic politics is nothing more than this.

The old king knew that negotiations with Typhon were not far off.

Cecil, in the lord's study, a detailed report was sent to Gawain.

Amber moved her head curiously. She saw the logos of several technical departments including the Machinery Manufacturing Institute, the Rune Research Institute, and the Military Machinery Institute, but what was more striking was the strange shape drawn on one of the pages. s things.

It has long parallel rails, a cast metal base, and a "sub-device" labeled "cannonball" that seems to fit in the rails, which is a new thing that has never been seen before. .

The half-elf lady scratched her head: "Gao Wen, what is this?"

"A tool for measuring truth," Gawain smiled, "one of the most effective negotiating methods."

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