Yun Zhe looked at Blaze, who had a puzzled expression but was inwardly in turmoil.
“That letter wasn’t just a notice; it was more like a consultation. Hmm, a consultation,” Yun Zhe thought for a moment and changed the word “seeking help” to “consultation.”
Blazer's astonishment quickly turned into a gossipy one.
Yun Zhe smiled awkwardly; Blazer's expression was a bit too direct.
“After all, I am a baron appointed by Countess Serena, so it is only right that I share her burdens.” Yun Zhe’s words did not satisfy Blaze’s curiosity at all. What he wanted to know most right now was why the count would write a letter to Yun Zhe for help. And more importantly, how did it involve the elves? Considering the past incident of the elves invading and being miraculously repelled by Serena, it was hard not to think that there was some unspeakable secret deal between the two.
Yun Zhe blinked, determined that he wouldn't say a single word about elves unless Blaze asked him a question.
Blaze finally couldn't hold back. Taking advantage of the fact that everyone had dispersed, he followed Yun Zhe and asked in a low voice, "When did the elves become your allies?"
Yun Zhe stopped and looked at Blazer, pondering how much of this young man could be trusted.
"Actually, we're not allies. Strictly speaking, we should be business partners. It's just that the business we do is a bit special. Otherwise, there's nothing special about it."
Blaze listened to Yun Zhe's words and nodded thoughtfully. He didn't expect Yun Zhe to reveal all the truths; even if Yun Zhe spoke from the heart, he himself wouldn't dare to believe everything. What Yun Zhe said now seemed to be the most truthful, which also explained why the elves had suddenly retreated. As for what kind of business it was, Blaze did think of a few possibilities, such as land or political power, but he couldn't imagine anything deeper.
"Stop thinking about that. Hurry up and prepare the horses. We need to set off immediately," Yun Zhe urged, not wanting Blaze to continue his idle thoughts.
Nighttime, in the main tent of the Belvedere military camp.
Under the dim light, Yomsoy put down his book and let out a long yawn. He glanced sideways at Kruger beside him, unsure whether to stand or sit, and complained somewhat discontentedly, "Is oil lamp all we have? With such a large army on the march, is it really that hard to get a few pieces of Patinite?"
Kruger, who had been somewhat uneasy, relaxed upon hearing this and sat down heavily. "My lord, you may not know this, but while Patinstone does exist, it is mainly in the hands of the elves. And as you know, our relationship with the elves is not yet good enough for us to trade with each other."
"Ha, whatever, we'll have everything once we take this city." Yom paused for a moment. "I've looked at all the things you found for me. Is it really as they say, that Galicia has no more capable generals left?"
When the war was mentioned, Kruger became noticeably more confident. He straightened his back and said in a deep voice, "The Galician royal family was recently defeated, and they themselves did not produce any famous generals. However, several of the enfeoffed dukes have a few well-known generals. For example, Your Highness just defeated Dolan Domingo. In addition, Graham Den under Duke Asini and Gian Carlos under Oliver Guerrero are both renowned generals. As for the Field family in the north, they don't have any famous generals or descendants."
"Ha, judging from Dolan's performance today, Graham Den and this Gian Carlos are probably at the same level, right? If that's the case, then what we need to do next is not prepare for war, but prepare for negotiations," Yom sneered.
Kruger clearly disagreed with the prince's words; he frowned and looked serious.
Yom glanced at Kruger and said unhappily, "Kruger, just say what you have to say. Do you think I, Vasek Soy, will be portrayed as a cruel, tyrannical, and unruly ruler in later accounts?"
Kruger suppressed his urge to complain. He thought about the history books he hadn't read very well, and it seemed there wasn't much description of the founding king as tyrannical. They only mentioned his suspiciousness, stinginess, greed, and poor performance in bed, to the point that even his children were suspected of being illegitimate, leading to war…
Kruger stopped his gossipy thoughts, coughed lightly, and changed what he wanted to say: "Your Highness, it's not that Dolan was bad, but rather that Your Highness's brilliant plan worked and General Kelling cooperated in time."
“His timely appearance is not surprising, because I had already notified him. Even Manstein, who is nearly a thousand miles away, can now know my intentions in time.” Yom paused, then looked at Kruger, who looked puzzled. “Raven, it’s raven. Don’t the royal family use magic anymore? It seems they’ve all become rusty. I summoned the raven.” At this point, Yom frowned slightly. “These unfilial descendants, it seems they have truly forgotten all their traditions…”
Kruger swallowed hard. He could clearly feel that the murderous aura emanating from Yom was not an illusion. Only now did he begin to believe that the man before him was indeed their founding emperor, Vasek Soy. After all, Raven Summoning was his signature spell, the only spell not erased from history books. It was a pity that his brother, Sherf Soy, neither knew nor liked magic…
As if realizing where the problem lay, Yom suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly. His laughter grew louder and louder until he squatted down on the ground, hugging himself tightly.
"Do you think they might think something when they see ravens?" Yom stopped laughing, took a deep breath, stood up, stared at Kruger, and asked with a smile.
Kruger was speechless, taken aback by the menacing question. He truly couldn't imagine the expressions on the other two generals' faces. Unlike him, they were elite graduates of the Royal Military Academy. They were nothing like him, a country bumpkin who rose through the ranks through military merit without reading books. But surely, they were well-versed in history and should have sensed something...
"Hmph," Yom snorted coldly. It wasn't that he was dissatisfied with Kruger's silence, but rather that his dissatisfaction with the current leaders of Belvedere was the result of this cold snort.
Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, Marshal Manstein, whom Jom had mentioned, personally released two carrier pigeons. One flew to Seldorf, the villa of Jom's brother, and the other flew to Francologne, the imperial capital of Belvedere.
The messages on the legs of the two carrier pigeons contained the same simple sentence.
"Yom used forbidden magic to summon a raven."
Watching the carrier pigeon recede into the distance, eventually becoming two tiny dots, Manstein took a deep breath. He knew that because of the distance, Jom's brother would receive the secret message several hours earlier, and that was all he could do at that moment.
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