The deterioration of the situation in the southern border is an unexpected crisis.

It is not the Second Dynasty that ignored the Cecil family in the southern border. In fact, since the fog month of the fog month a hundred years ago, the new royal family with hidden dangers of inheritance has never relaxed their guard against the southern border. Among the four major Dukes of the Guardian Kingdom, Cecil is the only family that declined due to the fog month. At the beginning of its decline, its remaining power was still enough to shake the foundation of the entire kingdom. The Second Dynasty, with the support of the other three Dukes of the Guardian Kingdom, took a full hundred years to separate the southern border and suppress the current situation. Its emphasis on the southern border can be seen.

After Gauven Cecil lifted the coffin and rose, this kind of attention was even greater than before.

Francis II ordered the nobles in the southern border to increase their surveillance of Cecil's forces, but only obtained information that "the Cecils were doing potion business to buy slaves." The aid team sent by the royal family to the southern border were also mixed with spies, but these spies soon stopped sending any information. The defenders of the Rock Fortress had actually increased by 30% in the past six months, but the 30% of the soldiers were not used. In addition, the royal advisers and ministers also estimated the progress of the construction of the Cecil's craftsmen by investigating the Cecil's family in the royal capital. The conclusion was that the Cecil's corpses were still in the stage of insufficient housing. They had never thought that those craftsmen were trained to become magic technicians and mechanical bachelors after they arrived in the south...

It can be said that Baiyinbao has made all the correct responses but has not received any correct feedback. The biggest mistake they made is to use the traditional aristocratic ideas to speculate on a "satellite spirit" action model from another world, whether it is empirical, knowledge or way of thinking, which is very different from ordinary people.

They misjudged the real intention behind every move of Gowen Cecil, misjudged the way the Cecil family rose, and finally misjudged the speed of the fall of Rock Fortress.

The direction is wrong, and any effort is just a waste of energy.

The situation has worsened to this point.

"Two dukes, Prince, I must tell the truth," Cromwell Baishan said in a serious and heavy tone. "Unless the Eastern Rebels retreat today, we cannot get the Rock Fortress back."

Another knight lord stood up and said the worst possible: "If the Cecil family raised troops to attack the capital like the Loren family, we would not be able to win, just judging from the fall of the Rock Fortress, Cecil's army is a powerful enemy."

A nobleman at the scene couldn't help but say, "Can even the knight lord be afraid of the enemy?"

Cromwell White Mountain stared at the noble who spoke: "We are just stating the facts. If they really attack the capital, the Knights will fight to the last moment, and there is no need to worry about it."

"Gentlemen, calm down," Victoria Wilder interrupted the arguments, her voice was cold, and her eyes seemed to contain ice, "Duke Gowenceciel just occupied the Rock Fortress and he had not yet gone north."

"We must first determine the purpose of the founding hero," Duke Bedwin Franklin nodded and took Victoria's words, "I suggest sending an envoy to contact the South."

The nobles at the scene started to whisper, but overall, no one opposed the Duke of Franklin.

"The rebellion in the East is approaching, and we cannot get another stab in the south," continued the Duke of Franklin, "so we should talk as long as the Duke of Gowen Cecil is willing to talk. We should be prepared to recognize the legal rule of the Cecil family over the South, and to recognize all the noble titles, honorary titles, historical fiefs, and restoration of noble privileges..."

The discussions among the nobles became louder, and some people showed obvious surprise on their faces, but more people just nodded with a gloomy face. Walesmoon looked at the reactions of these people and sighed slightly.

"Your Highness," Duke Victoria turned her head and stared at the titular kingdom successor with clear eyes as ice crystals, "Do you have something to say?"

"I just think whether we admit that these are meaningless to the founding hero," Walesmoon didn't want to speak, but he slowly spoke under the Duke's gaze. "These things are already in his hands. No matter what we say here, the reconstruction of the Principal of Cecil is a certain fact. Grand Duke Franklin, are you going to give him the things already in Grand Duke Cecil as a gift?"

There was no change in expression on Bodevin Franklin's face, he just nodded slightly and said lightly: "Your Highness's thoughts are right."

"We'd better think about it again and think about what chips we have to compromise on."

After saying this, Walesmoon lowered his eyelids and stopped talking.

The voice of Francis II seemed to echo in the middle-aged crown prince's mind:

"The king ruled the kingdom...is the art of compromise..."

The meeting is over.

The nobles left the field in order, and Moon Wales also left the hall with the company of the royal servants. In the huge military hall, only two regents were left sitting quietly.

After a long silence, the Duchess of Victoria looked at Bodevin Franklin: "What do you think our founding hero wants to do?"

"I hope he just wants to get his family back, which is most logical and most consistent with the descriptions of historic books," said the Duke of Westward. "But I do not rule out the possibility of worse. Forget the list on the Ansu Foundation Stele and the signatures on the oldest canonized documents in the Royal Library. In some ways, his claim to the throne is no less than that of our 'Crown Prince'."

"Welshmoon..." Victoria said softly, recalling the only speech the crown prince had made in the meeting just now, "He is actually the one who looks the most like Francis II..."

The Duke of Franklin shook his head slightly: "But it's because it's so similar that Francis II finally chose Edmund. Our king made a wrong decision in this regard. This country does not need a too tough king."

Victoria raised her eyelids, looked at the Duke of the West, and then stood up: "I will return to the north once in the near future."

Franklin raised his eyebrows: "You want to mobilize your mountain legion?"

"The Duchy of the Holy Dragon is preparing to celebrate their 'Dragon Day'. The Kingdom of Violet has been very calm recently. I can draw a part of the mountain legion to deal with the war on the Holy Spirit Plain," said the duke, who was surrounded by ice and snow, and looked at the Duke of the West, "Where is your Western legion?"

"It's too far from the western border to the eastern front line, and the army's consumption on the road is unbearable. Moreover, since the beginning of the summer, all things in the western region have never been quiet," said Bordwin Franklin, while holding his forehead distressedly. "I may be able to draw a knights to defend the capital, but it is impossible to send troops to the east."

A few crystal snowflakes appeared in the air, and the Duchess of Victoria put on her white shawl and left her seat toward the door: "...The king doesn't need more knights, the Count Cromwell is enough to guard here. If you have extra strength, pay attention to the south."

The duchess left, leaving only a few cold snowflakes flying in the air. Bodevin Franklin reached out to catch one of them, feeling the coldness gradually melting in his palms. He sighed slightly: "...Is it really like those crazy people talking nonsense... the darkest era..."

Four days later, Winter Fort, the capital of Ansu northern border.

A team of griffon knights flew over the fortress, and the headed griffon skillfully landed on the platform on the top floor of the castle. Victoria Wilder jumped off the griffon. The cold wind from the northern mountains blew through her long silver-white hair, making her narrow her eyes slightly.

Even in this midsummer season, there is still such a cold wind on the tops of the mountains in the northern part of the mainland.

The "dragon-blood nobles" of the Holy Dragon Principality said that the cold wind was the breath of the sleeping dragons in the mountains, while the mages and scholars of the Violet Kingdom believed that the cold air came from further north of the continent, from the opposite side of the zodiac blocked by ice floes and storms, and from the eternal cyclone.

But Victoria didn't care where the cold wind came from. She just liked this cold breath. The clean cold air in the mountains was much more comfortable than the dirty air filled with all kinds of odors in the king capital.

The black-haired maid Maggie came to the platform, and Victoria nodded to the maid whom she trusted: "Go and call my knights and retainers, the Mountain Legion has something to do."

"yes."

The Duchess has absolute authority on this land. The mountain legion, which is loyal to the Wilder family, accepted the order of their "Snow Queen" without any doubt. After a brief military meeting, about one-third of the troops of the mountain legion were drawn out and included in the list of support for the eastern frontlines of the Holy Spirit Plain.

After the meeting, Victoria did not return to her dormitory to rest. Although she had already experienced a long flight on the griffin's back and had just held a meeting, she still cheered up and flipped through the documents in front of her.

"Vicky, you need a break."

The black-haired maid said next to her that when there were no one else, the black-haired maid called her mistress with a kind nickname.

"I'll take a break," Victoria said casually, "has any unusual actions taken by the Principality of the Holy Dragon?"

"The information from the northern outpost is normal."

Victoria breathed a little, and her heart calmed down slightly.

The Holy Dragon Principality among the northern mountains... has always been an unstable factor.

As early as the Gondor period, humans who claimed to be descendants of dragon blood established this country in the far north of the continent. They claimed that they were vassals of the dragon. Therefore, the supreme ruler of the country was not the king, but the so-called "Dragon Blood Lord". They were closed, xenophobic, and admired themselves among the mountains. They never liked the Ansu people who suddenly appeared on this land seven hundred years ago.

It has been seven hundred years since then, and this closed and mysterious country is still using "uninvited guest" to describe An Su, who has been established for seven centuries.

Fortunately, after so many years of running-in, compromise and balance have been reached between the Duchy of Saint Dragon and Ansu. As the general guardian of the north, one of Victoria Wilder's responsibilities is to always beware of that sensitive, closed, and exclusive country, and to avoid a war between the two sides as much as possible.

After finally processing the documents in front of her, Victoria Wilder stretched. She took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, eased the accumulated fatigue in her body little by little. The black-haired maid then walked up and gently pinched the hostess' shoulder while whispering: "Are you going to rest?"
Chapter completed!