Things from Another World

The aristocratic council concealed the royal family and approved the application of Lord Kasparmy Lawrence with almost lightning efficiency, allowing him to lead an army to search for refugees.

Forced search for fleeing villagers?

Excuse!

The fool could see that he was trying to find an excuse to attack Ellington.

"Since you are so anxious to die, let them go."

Victor murmured, he had a hunch, and soon the peace in this country would be broken.

By then, Ellington, led by Down, will be his most powerful backer.

Scar of the Holy Sword.

This is a very spectacular rift valley, with the peaks on both sides as if split by a sword, the cliffs are smooth and steep, and in the center of this rift, a huge fortress up to 100 meters stands here, and the whole rift valley Stopped.

Holy Sword Fortress, which is home to the Third Legion of the Empire.

In the commander's room, Gilad Illus sat in the middle, closed his eyes and enjoyed the slightly cold light. In the rift valley outside, he had been under the shadow of the sun for a long time, and the snow still accumulated there. It has even frozen and hardened, and in this environment, countless soldiers are holding their bodies, marching on the cold ice and snow, and carrying out hard training.

Gillard clearly inherited the excellent bloodlines of Victor and Olena. The sunlight outside the window was obliquely shining on his head. A short golden hair was as brilliant as the light of Lumbica. Two heroic sword eyebrows made him handsome. The face adds a bit of British spirit, and the sapphire eyes are full of magnetism, which deeply attracts all the opposite **** who has seen him.

The height of about 1.8 meters is enough to allow him to look down on most people. There is no exaggerated muscles, nor is the thin wind blowing down. The explosive force completely converges inside the body.

When he was very young, Victor took advantage of the royal family's privileges, used a lot of resources and precious rare treasures to build a solid foundation for him, and then created a wicked genius. Has a powerful strength close to legend.

A powerful, ambitious, and patient prince, he is destined to stay in history and become another brilliant superpower of Prandall.

On the table in front of Girard, there were scrolls, and as Victor was worried, rumors around Yalinks were already in front of him.

A man shrouded in a cloak stood on the other side of the table, silent.

"The illegitimate child ... it's ridiculous."

Girard suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the man in black with a smile, "What do you think?"

"It doesn't matter, does it?"

The man in black said with a smile: "Importantly, his voice is high."

"I am the prince, the only prince of the Illus Empire, and the only legal heir."

Gillard said lightly, "His voice is useless."

"But the people don't care. Illus has been weak for a long time. Everyone wants to live a rich life, and Tang En gave them hope. The changes in Ellington seduced them, and your father, you were assigned to This desolate place has given him strong support, which is hard to explain. People would rather believe that Tang En is the illegitimate child loved by Victor. "

The voice of the man in black was hoarse and low, and he said slowly, "In their eyes, you are not as good as Tang En."

Girard's face suddenly became gloomy. All the sharp swords "锵" in the room were all sheathed, whistling and gathered beside the man in black, and he blocked all his vitals for a moment: "I admire you very much Courage, but do you think I really dare not kill you? "

"I dare to come here, and have no plans to go back alive, complete a mission, or die here."

The man in black locked by dozens of swords still said unhurriedly: "I don't think that our purpose conflicts, we need war, and you need war, not only to show you to Illus Your will to show your power to other countries. "

"War is the only chance for the re-emergence of the Illus Empire. Only the world where the flames of war are burning everywhere is the world where the strong should live, not the peaceful and uninteresting rigid world now."

Girard looked scornfully at the men in black, and those swords returned, he said lightly: "One thing you are right is that only war can restore the glory of the Illus Empire in the past, and only war can It should be my active age. "

"His prince is very smart and we should choose to cooperate."

"No, in your eyes, I'm a fool used by you."

Gillard sneered, "Do you think I'm stupid enough to work with you?"

The man in black was silent.

There was a sudden twist on Girard's desk, and a moment later an envelope with Victor's seal appeared on the desk.

Seeing the seal on the ink pad, the man in black shuddered, "Hey ... Her Royal Highness, do you need me to avoid it?"

"No need to."

Gillard said lightly, and opened the envelope.

Girard, my son, Alynx is all right, don't worry.

The chaos is here. As soon as possible, the third army, the crown, and the throne belong to you. Don't worry about those rumors.

Once the war breaks out, Ellington will be your strong backup. Tang En will be your most powerful ally. Do not affect the development of Ellington, do not affect the development of Ellington, do not affect Development of Arlington! Remember!

There were only a few simple lines of text on the envelope, and Girard finished it at a glance.

But the letter made him even worse.

If there is no explanation, Gillard can still turn a blind eye, but Victor wrote a letter and asked the master to send it. The behavior of this explanation instead seemed to be concealed. Originally, it was only a trace of doubt, but now this doubt is suddenly magnified. Hundreds and thousands of times.

In particular, the three sentences that kept him from affecting Ellington's development made Girard's brows frown.

No matter how he looks, he feels that Victor cares more about Ellington and Down than he does.

Could it be that Tang En is really his half-brother?

Otherwise Victor had no reason to care about him so much!

Victor only emphasized it because he was too concerned about the status of the envoy of Downe, but he didn't expect that it was because of these words that it was self-defeating.

Noting the slight expression on Girard's face, the man in black smiled, but he did not speak, he was waiting for Girard to make a decision.

As an emperor who wants to dominate the world, he must abandon kindness, and he must stifle any possibility.

Gillard was more qualified than Victor and Aurelia, so they found Gillard.

Girard looked up. "What's your name?"

The man in black opened his hood and revealed a plain face, but his eyes were deep. He smiled slightly: "Marcus, His Royal Highness."

"You said, do you have a way to make a person fast? Can you make him loyal to me?"

"Yes, just use some ... little tricks."

"Anyone can do it?"

"anyone."

"So why not control me directly?"

"Because we need a smart prince, not a puppet who takes orders from us."

Marcus grinned: "In some ways, we must admit that His Royal Highness is very capable."

"Excuse."

Gillard sneered, "You guys who can't control more than a certain level, right?"

Marcus laughed and said nothing.

Girard shouted outside the door: "Call the commander and tell General Marshall to come and see me."

After a while, General Marshall, in full body armor, entered the room and came straight to Girard: "Salute to you, Your Royal Highness."

Gillard nodded and said to Marcus, "Show me."

Although Girard is already a supreme nineth-level powerhouse, he has not increased his influence on the Third Army of the Empire in the past few years. Marshall's operation is obviously a good choice.

Marcus was still laughing.

Girard waited for a moment, and suddenly came to his senses. General Marshall entered the room with a calm face, and seemed to have never seen Marcus.

But that was impossible, and Marcus stood there.

Then there is only one reason ...

"General Marshall is yours !?"

Marcus grinned hoarsely: "Hi prince, congratulations on your understanding. In fact, not only General Marshall, but the entire Third Army of the Empire is ours. If you are willing to cooperate with us, I can Tell you something even more amazing. "

Gillard's face is very ugly. No wonder in recent years, no matter how he used it, even if he stripped off his armor and the soldiers wrestled in the slums, eating and living with them, and even training together, they could not gain their loyalty.

It turns out that the entire Third Army of the Empire has been compiled by the Dark Serpent!

Marshall knelt down on one knee to Marcus and clasped his right hand: "Marshall salutes you, the great Serpent of the Soul, His Majesty, heard that the Lord God is awake, please pay my respects to the Lord Lord for me."

"I see, get up and stand by."

Marcus's faint words made Marshall stand aside, and Marcus's attitude towards Marshall's casual command made Girard even more annoyed.

"His prince, maybe you don't know our strength ... Do you know where it is?"

"Sword of the Divine Sword."

"Do you know what's north?"

"Of course, Gleason Kingdom, what exactly do you want to say-wait!" Gillard's mind flashed a thought, "You control the Third Army of the Empire, don't you think-"

"If necessary, we can immediately start the war."

Marcus grinned, and stretched out his hand: "His Royal Highness Prince, are you happy to cooperate?"

Gillard frowned. "I said, I won't work with you."

With a bang, Marshall's sword was pulled out halfway, and Marcus pressed it back. Marcus held out his hand with a grin: "It's the use, let's use each other happily, how?"

Gillard thought for a moment, then said lightly, "I don't like shaking hands with others."

"Just right, I don't like it too much."

Marcus retracted his hands, his eyes glowing strangely: "His prince is really cautious."

Looking at his eyes, Girard was confused for a moment, then shook his head vigorously, leaning on the table and said, "So, what's your first thing? Do you kill that Down?"

"Don? No no no, although I really want to kill him, Orica has already solved him, and my task is of course ... to put you on that crown."

The light in Marcus' eyes was even better, with a grinning smile: "To be safe, now is a good opportunity, isn't it?"

"Good opportunity ...?" The confusion in Gillard's eyes slowly disappeared, and the faint black light flashed away. "Good ... this is a good opportunity."