You will never hear the word "I refuse" from them, and it will never happen that inheriting documents are refused processing. There are many excuses for delaying: I am sick, there are no free horses at the inn, the weather is not good recently, and a certain section of the road leading to the capital city collapsed. The person who sent the documents has something to do and has not come back to work... It is only you who can't imagine it, and the other party can't say it.

Many officials will put the blame on the king, "The documents have been sent to the capital. As for when His Majesty will approve it, I can't say it." With such a light sentence, the middle-aged man in the forty years old can be forced to become a white-haired old man. Perhaps before his death, he can get the long-awaited inheritance document of the title that he has been waiting for for a long time. With indescribable regret and confusion, he will hand over the same task of the difficult and difficult to the next generation.

This is definitely not a joke, but a reality.

Of course, if you want to become a legal nobleman as soon as possible, there is no way.

The most direct thing is that as long as the local officials who handle the documents are happy, all difficulties will not be a problem and will be a trivial matter.

We are not just a fool. If you like women, give a few beautiful girls, and if you like money, give him a box of gold pounds. In short, there is not much difference between people. I basically like what you like. As long as I feel comfortable and satisfied, as long as I can at least one week or half a month, you can get everything passed down by your ancestors.

Elizabeth is well aware of the truth, she will not say it out loud, she only needs a little tip, and with the rich experience of the old baron, it is not difficult to understand her subtext.

Her father passed away the previous year, and the inheritance declaration documents of the Elpso family were sent to the county magistrate's house the second week after the burial. At that time, Elizabeth was a little girl who knew nothing. She only knew that several older brothers and sisters in the family were the decision. They quarreled over who would inherit the title of Earl every day, and later they simply developed into a fight.

The second brother first created the assassination, followed by the fourth sister. These family heirs with different rankings seemed to have learned the truth overnight, and they all understood the truth that "as long as the competitor dies, they can completely solve the problem." It was because the family was in chaos that Bornard took Elizabeth out of his home and accidentally went to the north of the mainland.

There is obviously more than the goddess of fate in charge of this world, and the god of jokes must be among them. Tianhao prepared several plans for Elizabeth. She hired the armed squad of Rajesh to arrive in Dosette from Eptown. He heard unexpected good news. The internal disputes of the Elpso family have not ended yet. The young master and the ladies are still fighting openly and secretly for whom the inheritance is passed. In order to get official recognition, they have submitted inheritance application documents to the county magistrate's office, with a total of as many as sixteen.

Baron Black is an easy-going old man. He will not deliberately suppress it, nor will he be as crazy as other officials to delay the verification of documents for several years. The only thing he can do is to suppress these application documents, wait until the internal battles of the Elpso family come to the final result, determine who will become the new earl, and then send the documents to the capital and hand them over to the king for signature.

The old Baron had heard of Elizabeth's name. She was the daughter of the old Earl, who was not loved and inherited the same one with the following order.

There is no way, the dead old Count Elpso has amazing fertility, just like a hard-working seed. The saying "love women" is a taboo in the aristocratic circle, but as long as "he or (she) has many children", everyone can understand it.

Elizabeth smiled, opened the bag again, took out a brand new inheritance application document and placed it on the table. Although she knew the content, Black still flipped it out casually. Sure enough, he saw Elizabeth's name in the applicant column on the second page of the document.

"I have sixteen copies of such documents in my hand, and now, there are seventeen copies in total." The old baron reminded her seriously.

"I have the right to inherit my father's legacy." Elizabeth raised her chest and showed a solemn expression on her carefully decorated face: "I will recreate the glory of the Elpso family."

The old baron looked at her calmly, thought for a long time, and slowly opened his lips: "What is your family's attitude towards this?"

"Everyone is fighting." Elizabeth didn't hide it on the issue: "If they win, I'll die miserably."

Black chuckled and shook his head slowly: "You can leave Dorset County."

He pointed to the jewelry box on the table: "This diamond can make you live a happy life and have no worries about food and clothing."

"This is not what I want." The aristocratic girl is firm in her attitude. She feels like a fighter who holds her stance at the moment: "The Elpso family has been on the road to decline for a long time. The meaning of aristocrats is not only superior, but more importantly, responsibility. The county magistrate, you are a heraldic scholar. The heraldry itself represents holding the achievements of the family. Whether it is a gorge, a lily, a partridge or an eagle, they are all obtained by our ancestors through strength and effort. And they... what will they do? What can they do?"

The old baron couldn't help but feel moved.

It was the first time he heard such words, and it was such a young girl. Her temperament was elegant and decent. In this chaotic era when almost all women were caring about their personal appearance, she seemed so noble with a sense of responsibility that instantly surpassed countless heights of the heirs of other families.

"...Okay, you convinced me." The old baron turned his gaze to the document, his smile disappeared on his face, and was replaced by extreme seriousness: "I will sign now, and I will send someone to the capital tomorrow morning."

Elizabeth left her seat and walked slowly to the old baron. She pulled her skirt open with both hands and performed a respectful ceremony. Black was very familiar with this etiquette. He smiled and stretched out his wrinkled right hand, watching the girl holding it like a treasure, and kissed it gently on the back of his hand.

This is the highest etiquette for the lower ones to show respect to the higher ones.

"You have won my respect. I promise that the Elpso family will be your eternal friend."

...

Lock Dragon Pass, coalition command post.

This is a temporary giant tent. The supporting wood and lightweight hollow steel pipes are built into a shelf. The surface is covered with thick fabric, the edges and corners are nailed with steel brazing, and various interior decorations look very stylish and simple and practical.

Tables and chairs are placed along the side of the pole in the center of the tent, forming a circle. The servants have been busy since last night. The hens were hollowed out and stuffed with various stuffings and baked on slow fire. The puff pastry must be made with good pork; the two calves slaughtered in the middle of the night must be processed as soon as possible, otherwise the tender waist will age and be difficult to chew. Although the foie gras shipped in a jar are not fresh, they can barely be served as long as they are paired with black truffles; salmon and sturgeon must be suffocated with milk, so that the fish steak made in this way will not have a fishy smell and are delicious.

This was a sumptuous banquet, and although the venue was not far from the battlefield, the participants who were qualified to enter the tent had no objection. They felt that doing so would demonstrate courage and prove that they were the best and most courageous commander.

Marquis Alfred raised his goblet containing red wine and stood up. His middle-aged face was filled with a warm smile: "Everyone, let's have a drink."

No one would reject such a proposal, especially at the beginning of the banquet. No matter what personal mentality is, there are sparse answers in the tent, full of sarcasm, ridicule, contempt, and arrogant echo responses... All kinds of emotions are buried deep in people's hearts, at least they cannot be seen from their faces or heard.

This is not the first joint operation of the five kingdoms. Similar actions have occurred many times in history, but only yesterday afternoon, the Kingdom coalition forces achieved the first real military victory over the northern barbarians.

Six thousand four hundred and sixty-seven people were killed in battle, and six thousand one was injured (seriously injured, but survived). The Kingdom coalition controlled the battlefield, collected all the corpses of the barbarians, hung the bodies and heads of these huge monsters on wooden poles in the rear camp, or nailed them to cross, and stood on both sides of the road leading to the hinterland of the Kingdom.

Such an exchange ratio is the first time in the history of the Kingdom War, and it is a real victory.

Among these high-ranking nobles, Duke Kalis seemed very young. Dukes in their thirties were not uncommon, but there were very few military experts like him. He was patient and waited until everyone took turns to raise their glasses three times, and the smell of alcohol was spreading freely in the tent. Then he left the chair and stood up, supported his hands on the table, and looked around with his eagle-like eyes.

"This banquet should end early, we have a lot to do." He did not hide his intentions: "Yesterday afternoon, the Kingdom of Golden Lily took the lead. According to the previous agreement, it was the turn of the Kingdom of Saxon."

The coalition must not disrupt the reorganization, nor must there be more than two kingdom troops appearing on the battlefield against the barbarians at the same time. This is the conclusion drawn by kings of all dynasties from the painful blood lessons. It would be fine if they win. As long as there are a little sign of possible failure, no one will care about the friendly forces at that time. How far they can run and how far they can be, preserving their strength is the key.

It is fair to determine the order in which the armies of each country participate in the war by drawing lots, and it is unanimously recognized by all kings.

The fat Marquis Ingram stood up, and he threw a piece of gnashed bone on the ground, expressing his inner arrogance in this way: "We are descendants of the God of War and Thor. We never shirk responsibility. In this war that determines the fate of the mainland, we will prove everything with blood and courage."

He then picked up the wine glass, opened his eyes wide, and his fat face with large pores turned red due to the stimulation of alcohol: "Treat the King!"

Such toasts were also undeniable. Although the nobles were reluctant, they still raised their glasses and a sparse voice sounded.

Duke Calis stared at Ingram with a gloomy gaze, watching him drink the wine all over: "You should drink less, almost go out to gather troops. We will wait for you, and you can drink as much as you want when you come back tonight."

Ingram felt contempt and contempt from these words. He glared at Carris, and alcohol pushed the hot blood toward his head. Fortunately, the adjutant sitting next to him noticed something strange and quickly pulled him hard. The two of them stumbled out of the tent, which failed to turn into a farce of quarrel and quarrel.

Kalis never looked down on Ingram. This guy with a pig-like body is a coward, a king's favorite minister who climbed to the position of military command with the help of nepotism. The Saxon Kingdom was not unavailable, and there were even several generals who Kalis respected very much. There was no way. He made too many military achievements in his early years, so he was naturally suspicious of the king. It would be great to have a free job at home to enjoy his old age. The king would never release these people from the cage, threatening his position.

The first battle is very important. I have won yesterday afternoon. The barbarians already know that they are powerful. They must be busy discussing countermeasures now. Ingram has chosen a barbarian in vain. The chances of the barbarians on the Dragon Locking Pass are very low. This damn fat man can come back safely as long as he takes his army to sit on the position for an afternoon and get his military achievements.

Many people are as dissatisfied with this, but they have no choice. The order of draw lots was decided long before leaving the station. Promising to keep trust is the principle of the nobles. Although many nobles will use various excuses to make excuses, they must never do this now.

The curtain at the entrance of the tent was open, and Calis glanced at the fat and shrinking figure in the distance. He forced himself to withdraw his gaze, nodded to the Marquis of Alfred, who was sitting opposite him, and then focused his eyes on a middle-aged man sitting under the guest seat of the tent.

It was a thin man in a black priest robe with a wide forehead and deep eye sockets. He always raised his head but did not give people a sense of arrogantness. His faint smile neutralized the hard facial contour, which was a bit serious, but not the cold type that was inaccessible.

"I suggest that Father Rias have a glass." Duke Kalis raised his glass and made a loud voice that was very different from before: "He is our greatest hero."

Some people are still unwilling to do so, but the corresponding volume is significantly higher than before. This shows that a considerable number of people are sincere.

"...Thank you..." Perias was not used to this kind of occasion. He quickly stood up, a little nervous, and stuttered: "Thank you all, thank you..."

Carris walked out from behind the dining table with a wine glass in his hand, walked to Perias, and patted his shoulder with a smile: "No need to be humble, we see everything you do. Father, we would not have achieved such brilliant results without your help."

Perias gradually calmed down, and his speech became smooth and scene-like: "This is the guidance from the Holy Lord, and all glory belongs to the gods."

The Holy See holds many secrets of this world.

Strictly speaking, Perias' understanding of theology is far less than that of his research on "occultism".
Chapter completed!