The glimpse of the dragon disappeared in the sky. Except for a few people, almost no one knew that a legendary race was paying attention to the land. The world was still running as usual. The sun rose and fell day by day, the weather was getting warmer day by day, and it seemed that summer was over in the blink of an eye, and spring was at a loss.

The war that had already rekindled in the eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plain stopped unknowingly after burning for a while.

At the intersection of the giant wood, on the fortresses and plains where the two armies confronted each other, fortifications of all sizes were intertwined, cutting the entire area into pieces, and blockades were everywhere, and flags of the Kingdom Army or the East Frontier people were everywhere. Fully armed soldiers and knight officers were wandering between these crisscrossing blockades, patrolling carefully the land that belonged to them, and being alert to the flags that were close to them, but it was undeniable that a brief and fragile truce situation had been established.

There are many rumors. In this era when information is almost impossible to effectively regulate, as long as a message reaches people's ears and there are bold people walking between regions, it will spread among the crowd and differentiate countless bizarre versions during the spread.

Some people say that the Kingdom Army suffered a great defeat, and the Silver Fort could no longer withstand the pressure. The royal nobles were discussing peace with the Eastern Frontier, and some were circulating a completely opposite version. Some people say that the Tifeng Empire was about to move on the border. The pressure of foreign enemies led to the ceasefire between the two armies. Some even linked the current strange situation with the frequent plagues in the Jumu Road intersection in recent times...

Among all the rumors, the most reliable news came from the horse breeder who served for the Eastern Legion, who swore to declare that he had seen the giant eagle of the elves flying from the northwest, and the elf messenger entered Prince Edmund's fortress, and the order for a temporary truce was passed down shortly after that.

On the east side of the Giant Wood Road, in the newly built fortress, a high whistle tower stands upright on the city wall, wearing black armor and bearded Edmund Moen stood at the top of the whistle tower, looking at the scattered flags and wooden camps of all sizes in the plains. The wind from the southwest whistled across the tower, rolling the flags above Prince Moen, making a sound.

A sound of iron boots stomping on the ground came from behind. Duke Silas Loren, who was dressed in military uniform, came to the tower. The duke of the East said in a deep voice: "The elves have left, Your Highness."

"If they come seven days later, the Giant Wood Crossing will be ours," Edmund Moon whispered. "The undisciplined soldiers of the coalition forces are not our opponents at all. Even if they wear new equipment, they will only rush up to die."

The Duke of East Realm glanced at the prince deeply: "But we must truce the war is of justice."

"Yes, it's about justice. We are fighting for Ansu's future, not just for the position in the Silver Castle," Edmund said lightly, "Grand Duke Luoren, what's the order in the rear?"

"Everything is stable, Your Highness, no need to worry," said Selas Loren, "only the letters sent by Belk were worrying the Cecils were mining the minerals of the white sand dunes with amazing techniques and speeds. His description in the letter was exaggerated, and I don't even know if I should believe those statements."

Edmund was a little curious: "What did he say?"

"…The Cecils may blow up the 'Little Crow's Mountain' this year, and they plan to blow up the second one next year."

"…Belke doesn't seem to be someone who likes exaggeration."

"He really doesn't like exaggeration, Your Highness."

"Then I'm willing to believe him," said Edmund. "If the Cecils had the ability to blow up the walls of the Rock Fortress with some magic weapon, there was no reason why they wouldn't use similar explosions on mining sites."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but sigh: "Although we have successfully built new factories in the East, the real technical foundation of the Cecils is obviously not in those factories... We are already behind in this regard."

"We are already negotiating with immigration management officials in the South, hoping to send some literate apprentices to their 'schools', and the South does not seem to be completely prohibited in this regard."

Edmund nodded slightly: "For this matter, please pay more attention to talents. It is really important."

After a moment, Duke Loren left the tower, leaving only Edmund Moen standing alone on the platform at the top of the mail tower, quietly standing in the wind.

However, the next second, a voice came into his ears: "You are such a wise ruler, Your Highness."

Edmund Moon seemed to have been waiting for this voice. He turned his head calmly and looked at the brazier not far behind him. He watched a figure gradually condense into the brazier. He watched the figure walk to the ground and transform into a woman in a priest's skirt and a strange and terrifying lower body like a plant root system. He nodded coldly: "You are here, Bell Tira."

"You no longer deny the title of wise ruler?" Belltila moved her rustling roots and feet, with a hint of mockery in her voice, "It's so mature... Last year you were anxious to deny it in front of this title."

"I don't have to debate with you on such issues. The relationship between you and you has not yet reached this level," Edmund Moon's voice became colder. "If you are coming to trouble those elves, I can only say that you are one step late and they have left and gone back to Saint Sunil."

"I'm not interested in those elves," Beltila chuckled, "but you, you were going to announce your crown after capturing the Giant Wood Road, but now you have been ruined by the news brought by those elves... Are you not sorry?"

Edmund raised the sheathed one-handed sword in his hand in silence, pointing the tip of the sword to Belltila's throat. In the air between the sword and the throat, black cracks spread like life: "If you die here, will anyone regret you?"

"Put this toy away, and playing it on the battlefield is better than threatening women here," Belltila used his hand to push away the one-handed sword in front of him. "I'm here to remind you, Your Highness, the time is not long. If you want to leave a place for the people of Ansu in the new era, it's best to make a decision as soon as possible."

Edmundmoon stared into Belltila's eyes: "I have no interest in your so-called 'great evolution', nor do I care about your doomsday theory. Even if the so-called new era really exists, the Ansu people will have their own way of living, so you don't need to worry about it."

Belltila looked at Edmund quietly for a while, then shook her head and walked slowly back to the burning brazier: "It's an impressive speech, but it's okay. We still have a little time, you still have time... to make a choice."

...

In many cases, the so-called "choice" is just an illusion, a carefully disguised fact, placed in front of the person who makes the choice, so that the chooser can have a illusion that the situation belongs to his own control, or let the powerless person slightly cover up his embarrassment.

In the Golden Oak Hall, Ansu's most powerful nobles were still discussing enthusiastically. These prominent families expressed their views on the situation in the kingdom, using various theories, allusions and arguments to prove that their accuracy in their judgment of the situation, and proved that every word they said was for the bright future of the kingdom. However, Victoria, who was sitting on the long table, knew very well that these discussions and words were just paving the way for a conclusion that could be drawn without discussion.

"...The East Realm has accepted the conditions for a temporary ceasefire, which is just the most basic rationality. They are not qualified to represent An Su..."

"The orthodox royal family is in the Silver Fort, and the people who can represent Ansu are also in the Silver Fort!"

"But we have to consider the tension in the Holy Spirit Plain, and we have to face a group of thieves who are about to lose their minds..."

"From the long-term plan, long-term plan..."

Earl, Marquis, Prime Minister of the Kingdom, and Chief Military Officer, spoke one after another, talking about the facts that anyone with a discerning eye could see at a glance. Victoria looked at the scene with a cold expression. She looked to the left and saw the Prince of Wales as cold as hers. Duke Berdevin yawned a big yawn. She looked to the right again and saw several elves sitting in the special seat not far away looking at her with confusion and boredom.

Due to the special situation, the Golden Oak Hall has allowed foreigners to enter the scene to attend the aristocratic meetings without exception. However, it seems that friends from the Silver Empire do not understand some of the "rules" of human society.

The elf named Sonia Frost Leaf blinked in the direction of Victoria, and his lips moved a few times. Victoria heard the other party's voice ringing in his ears: "That's the question, why do they have to emphasize it repeatedly for so long?"

Victoria had no choice but to incite magic and sent her voice over: "Because there are some things that require a lot of responsibility to say."

"We understand this, but they have discussed it for too long," Sonya Frost Leaf's voice was still confused. "We elves can live for thousands of years, but in my opinion, your meetings are still a waste of time... Are these speakers' lifespans different from ordinary humans?"

Victoria: “…”

This question is a bit beyond her knowledge.

She shook her head and decided to end the time-wasting discussions, so she gently tapped the table: "Gentlemen, ladies, we should come to a conclusion."

The buzzing discussion immediately stopped, and his eyes almost fell on Victoria, Wales and Bedevin.

The Duchess of the North sighed secretly: In the end, no one dared to say the only choice.

Well, the Wilder family has been privately called "users" in the past century. Isn't the image of the northern duke in everyone's mind itself an autocratic one?

"The orthodoxy of the royal family needs no debate, but the fact is that now we must put this issue aside for the time being, the rebels in the East cannot represent An Su, and we... cannot. The only person who can come forward now is not in Silver Fort, he is in the South."

A middle-aged nobleman with a slightly fat figure and meticulous hair care spoke at the right time, with a solemn expression on his face: "Duke, what you said makes sense, but the Southern District has not expressed any attitude towards the ownership of Ansu's royal power. Now he will hand over the important task of representing Ansu to Duke Cecil, then..."

Victoria glanced at the other party: "Earl of Bahrain, you can recommend the person you think is suitable."

"…I mean, it would be perfect to hand over this important task to Duke Cecil!"

"Very good, this matter is decided."

In the special seat at the long table, the elves envoys watched the whole lengthy and boring meeting with confusion. It was not until Victoria Wilder suddenly came up with the results of the meeting that the envoys breathed a sigh of relief.

Sonya Shuangye couldn't help but shake her head and whispered to her companions beside her: "In comparison, the efficiency of the Gaoling Kingdom is much higher than theirs."

“The meetings of human beings are always like this.”

"In total, they can only live for a hundred years and dare to be so arrogant. They are really amazing..."
Chapter completed!