The ruler of the Ansu Kingdom and the longest-reigning king since the establishment of the Second Dynasty, Francis II stood on the high terrace of the Silver Fort, looking down at the ancient city that had been ruled by the Moen royal family for seven hundred years. The magic of the giant sun shone on the old king, and a hazy layer of light shining on his gorgeous golden red coat. This light was connected with the glimmer of light on the entire silver fortress, making the old king with the name of wisdom and forbearance seem to be integrated with the entire castle, even with the entire city, and the entire kingdom.

After standing and staring for a long time, a gentle sound of footsteps came from behind. The old king's hearing was still sharp. He turned around and looked at the person who was already standing behind him.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a long black gold-edged jacket, with short light golden curly hair, and an ordinary appearance and temperament. He stood in front of Francis II, with a decent and gentle look, and a faint sense of awe.

"Welsh, have you seen Aiden?" Francis II looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a calm expression. Although the other party was his eldest son, his tone was indifferent and calm as if he was talking to his most ordinary followers.

Welsh Moen, this is the name of the middle-aged man. He was the first son of Francis II. Before Prince Edmund appeared, he was the only legal heir of the kingdom. However, on the entire Ansu top stage, the former heir was not as active as that of Veronica Moen who had entered the church earlier and left Ansu's ruling level. This prince with mediocre qualifications and weak personality was like the shadow of the Moen royal family, and was hidden from everyone's sight all year round.

The "Aiden" mentioned by Francis II is the king's former prime minister, Aiden Alfred.

"Yes, Father," said the middle-aged prince of Wales with his head slightly lowered his head and said in a gentle tone, "The Prime Minister of the Imperial Palace explained some precautions to me about living in Silver Fort."

"Very good," said Francis II lightly, "After Edmund and I left, Silver Castle still needs a Moen descendant to take charge. Veronica has converted to the Lord of the Holy Light, so this position can only be left for you. Do you understand?"

Wales was silent for a moment and whispered: "I understand."

"Don't worry, you just need to stay in Silver Fort, there's nothing you need to do," Francis II shook his head in slightest, "The Duke of North and West will handle everything."

Wales Moen lowered his head deeply: "…yes."

The door connecting the terrace and the castle was pushed open. Edmund Moen, who had already changed into a light knight costume, walked onto the terrace. The young kingdom heir came to Frances II and bent down slightly: "Father, you are ready."

The old king glanced at Wales for the last time, then turned his head and walked towards the terrace door: "Let's go."

Francis II and Edmund left the terrace, and they walked down the stairs and walked through the long corridors of the castle. As they passed the veil, two men in gorgeous clothes walked up to them.

One is the Duke of the West, who is wearing a dark blue duke, elegant and scholarly temperament, and the other is the Duke of the North, Victoria Wilder, who is wearing a white long dress and a silver fox shawl, and the other is the Duke of the North, who is wearing a cold and elegant white dress.

These two powerful nobles, nominally second only to the king in the kingdom, came to Fransci II and saluted slightly. Berdevin Franklin first spoke: "I wish you a smooth trip."

"I will work for peace," said Francis II solemnly, and then his eyes fell on the eldest daughter who was as cold as ice and snow. He looked at the other party for two seconds before he continued to speak meaningfully, "Wish Ansu to be at peace for a long time."

Victoria Wilder nodded slightly: "Ansu will be peaceful forever."

Then they passed by.

When the royal convoy, escorted by a large number of cavalry and combat mages, left Silver Fort, Wales was still standing on the terrace blown by the cold wind, he quietly looked down at the gorgeous convoy passing by the square in front of the castle, with a slight loneliness on his face.

A strange cold wind blew from behind, the former heir trembled slightly, then turned around and looked at the Duchess of Victoria Wilder standing in front of him without any surprise.

It's so cold. This woman, as cold as the mountains in the north, was sucking the cold air that suddenly floated in the air. What appeared in her mind was the scene when she first met Victoria Wilder, a girlish girl twenty years ago. She was also standing on this high terrace. Victoria in a white princess dress suddenly ran up and pointed to his nose and said, "You are the prince, right? I am the future Duke of Wilder! I will look at you!"

A magically condensed snowflake floated on the face of Moen, and the middle-aged prince woke up immediately. He nodded to the Duke of the North in front of him: "Duke of Victoria, I'm going to trouble you during this period."

Victoria nodded expressionlessly: "You don't have to worry about the affairs of the kingdom. Duke Berdevin and I will take care of everything for you. You just need to live in the Silver Fort. I will watch you."

The last sentence suddenly overlapped in memory. Wales Moen's face shook slightly, but he lowered his head as usual, and said in an unchanged tone: "Okay."

Victoria Wilder frowned slightly at the prince in front of her, and then said nothing. A sudden snowflake enveloped her figure. With the spiraling cold wind and snow, her figure had disappeared on the terrace of the castle.

In the middle of this month of recovery, a message quickly blew through the entire Ansu like a warm wind that suddenly turned in this season. At least, among the nobles who were well-informed and had their own intelligence channels, the news spread rapidly like the wind.

King Ansu, Francis II and Prince Edmund led an envoy to leave the Silver Fort.

Of course, "spread like the wind" is only relative to the speed of general news in this era. Without using griffon messengers or magical messengers, the speed of getting news in remote areas still depends on the speed of messengers' journey. The current Cecil leader obviously does not have the ability to build an intelligence line from the extreme southern realm to San Sunil with griffon messengers and magical messengers. This requires crossing countless large and small southern realms to separate nobles, crossing the rock fortress, and crossing the Holy Spirit Plain with strong traditional aristocrats. The high cost is only one aspect, and the complex force pattern is even more troublesome. So when Gao Wen received this news, it was already ten days later.

This was the result of the rapid rush of Cecil's merchant corps and the military intelligence agency's outsourcing officers along the way. Moreover, he received the intelligence faster than most nobles in the southern territory and even faster than Viscount Andrew in Tanzan Town.

After obtaining the information, he immediately summoned Hetty, who was in charge of the internal affairs, Amber, who was in charge of the intelligence, Byron, Philip, and Saldrin, who were in charge of the military, and called these people to the conference living room of the Lord's Mansion.

"The royal envoys set out in a convoy. In order to reach synchronization with Tifeng, they will not be too fast. At this time, they should have just left the Holy Spirit Plain and have not entered the eastern territory." Gao Wenyang took the secret letter. The secret letter was sent by an officer of the Military Intelligence Bureau located in the Holy Spirit Plain. It was delivered all the way through the commercial route and was finally handed over to him by Amber. "If everything goes well, the formal contact and negotiation will begin at the end of the month of recovery or at the beginning of the month of fire. According to intelligence, Ansu and Tifeng jointly built a "contracting castle" on the border to conduct this negotiation."

Byron looked at the information in Gaowen's hands and said something unexpectedly: "Our intelligence line has been spread to Saint Sunil?"

"It hasn't last year, but after the beginning of this spring, our pharmacy merchants entered the Holy Spirit Plain. This should be thanked by Mr. Padric and Viscount Roppenni Glen for their efforts," Gowen nodded, and then continued, "Edmund Moen, who is walking with Francis II, is currently staying in the Silver Fort. "

"That eldest son?" Hetty was stunned for a moment, feeling a little strange, "It is said that he is mediocre in his qualifications, is not good at politics, and has been away from kingdom affairs for many years. He is currently just a prince with no real power... Why did the king let him stay in the capital instead of Prince Edmund?"

"Francis II is probably not at ease to let his overly talented heir leave his sight, especially when he left the capital," Gao Wen smiled and shook his head. "I have met that Prince Edmund. He is a very insightful but too insightful young man. As for Wales where he stayed in Silver Fort... it doesn't matter whether he can manage this country well, because Victoria Wilder, Duke of North and Berdevin Franklin, Duke of Westward, have arrived at Silver Fort early, and the former Prime Minister of the King Aiden as the pillar of the royal family, Silver Fort is still stable."

"...Welsh is really a poor prince," Saldrin shrugged. The high-level ranger who witnessed Ansu's seven hundred years of history seemed to be not very concerned about the current "illegal son royal family", and there was not much respect. "He is just a symbol in the castle."

"It doesn't matter to Francis II. The entire Second Dynasty was established with the support of the Duke of the North. The Wilder family is not in Silver Castle. The surname Moen is just a symbol. In this case, Wales, which is easier to control, can save him a lot of trouble," Gao Wen waved his hand indifferently, "This has nothing to do with us."

Amber was a little strange: "Then why did you call us here?"

Gowen ignored the half-elves beside her and looked at Byron: "How is the progress of the combat corps' spring expansion and new weapon assembly?"

As soon as this question was thrown out, everyone on the scene was stunned.
Chapter completed!