Mibel brought the Duke's gardener and asked him to wait at the table outside the door. In the bedroom, another maid, Marian, gently called Sister Wiggins.
The younger sister didn't move. The older sister opened her hazy sleepy eyes and asked her to light a candle. Small bugs surround the candle.
The aromatherapy is exhausted. Tracy thought. She stared at the reflection of the candlelight on the silver table and did not move for a few seconds.
Without further instructions, Her Majesty's personal maid Marianne took out new spices and filled them into the candle wick. The flame extinguished, then ignited again in the blink of an eye, awakening the Duke's sanity.
Tracy yawned, a chill filling her lungs.
"What time is it?" She took off her pajamas. Unless there is urgent business, no one will disturb the queen's rest in the middle of the night.
However, once an exception occurs, there is no need to fantasize about going back to bed.
"Three o'clock in the morning, Your Majesty." the maid replied softly,
"Emergency information came from the Ice Territory." Tracy glanced at her sister. She was sleeping soundly, her blond hair spread on the pillow.
For a moment, Tracy seemed to have returned to her childhood - the cold wind howled at night in the four-leaf collar, and the two sisters were curled up under the thick fur and duvet, face to face and arm in arm. Occasionally, they had to urinate urgently in the middle of the night. Will wake the other person up.
Frostleaf Castle was an empty and dark cave, and there was a cold air under every stone brick. Flavia didn't dare to get out of bed alone, and Tracy didn't dare either, but she never admitted it.
The candlelight danced, and wrinkles appeared on the sister's blurred features. She turned slightly sideways to block the light.
"Where is the information?"
"The gardener is just outside the door, Your Majesty." When putting on her coat, she buttoned it in the wrong place and had to ask Marianne for help.
The maid tied up her hair and fixed it with a golden ribbon, then combed the tassels of the shawl neatly one by one, and put on a four-leaf-shaped fire ruby lapel pin.
Marian continued to look for shoes and socks, but Tracy refused. The long skirt was enough to cover her feet and she didn't want to waste time.
"Open the door, but don't make any noise." Mibel, the maid, was waiting behind the door.
"lady."
"Who else knows about this?"
"It's just Marian and I, oh, and the gardener himself. Will Her Majesty need to be woken, ma'am?"
"It's rare for her not to have nightmares, let her sleep." When my sister doesn't sleep well, she will always bump her head against her ribs to wake her up.
Tracy closed the door and looked back to see the gardener dozing at the table. The contents of the pansy are at hand, one on the left and one on the right, sealed with red wax.
She couldn't help but frown. Two letters?
"Wake up, Eloch." The Duke was not so patient when dealing with his servants.
"Give me a letter. Mabel, let's wake up and get some brown tea." Marian turned on the light this time and lit the fireplace. The room became warm and bright, but there were no bugs hovering around anymore.
Tracy spread out the letter and sipped her tea. The letter was in Eroch's handwriting. The copy was clearer than the original, and it also contained a hint of the emotion of the letter writer.
This gardener would not reveal his profession on weekdays. After following the Duke to the royal capital, people thought he was a mortal doing some clerical work.
In fact, Eloch is Tracy's confidant, her secretary-general and gardener in charge of intelligence.
He shouldn't have come in person. Tracy also has pansies in her bedroom, which Eloch always uses to send messages.
If you go out at night like this, you will be seen by Sir Norman and other nobles who stay out all night. My people have been peacefully staying in the capital for a few weeks and have become slack.
The first letter begins: "My beloved mother." This was the tone of the younger daughter. Although she tried her best to act as polite as a count should, she was still complaining in her heart.
Tracy handed over Delphine to the Lancaster family to fulfill the promise made during the marriage. She was still young at that time and was very afraid of her own fiefdom.
Daughters need helpers and husbands. The former could have been Gavin, my son and Danlfion's biological brother, not the former earl who died for treason.
However, amid the mysterious turmoil,
The envoy of the "Tower of Sky" allowed him to be killed by the Necromancer, and also provoked a conflict between Danlfion and his brother.
Tracy had no choice but to assign Ansa, the head maid, to her daughter and wait until she reaches adulthood to find a husband for her. "The southern defenses against the Order of the Unknowns have collapsed.
” The letter wrote, “The Evergreen Veins and Four-leaf Forest have been restored to traffic, and they are still under my control for the time being.
Business in the Ice Territory is flowing again, and I followed your orders and reached a new agreement with the Earl of Deepwater Port, Hyros Dolan... The prices of spices, furs and seafood have been reduced by 30%, paving the way for the alchemical creations of the Oath Keepers Alliance.
” The daughter went straight to the topic: “When will the food team promised by Her Majesty the Queen leave?” Where is my fiancé?
Where are the reinforcements from the Fulcrum of Order? ” After all, she still knew that she wanted to get married. Tracy thought. Two years of war and rebellion convinced this rebellious daughter with facts.
Dandelphin thought that she was still a member of the Wiggins family, the daughter of the Grand Duke of the South, and the princess of the kingdom. She disliked Lancoste on the frontier and was not willing to choose a husband from her own family in Black Moon Castle.
Of course, she can do this. The Duke has given her the opportunity to control vassals and rule the territory. Dandelphine is more than capable of holding power in his hands, not just titles.
Unfortunately she was more like Flavia than me, and Gavin had an accident. Tracey's father, Duke Gene Wiggins, was mortal all his life but died of a mysterious illness.
The doctor said that he lacked a factor in his blood and could only prolong his life by supplementing his magic power. Originally, the Wiggins family recruited many mysterious creatures as doctors, and Tracy also became a mysterious apprentice early, preparing to light the fire one day - this was simply unbelievable among the nobles.
Count Jean was greatly moved and declared her as the heir to the Clover Territory, but she died not long after an unpunctual trip to a brothel.
Tracy took over her father's burden, put on his title, ordered the Shadow Army to deal with the illegitimate children he left behind, and married his biological sister who was under fifteen years old to the king.
Although Watson II is over fifty years old, he has inherited the legacy of the previous king and is a high-level mystic. Flavia gave birth to four children for him, only the eldest son Easter lived to adulthood, the others died of murder and disease.
This is the regret in her happy marriage. Tracy tried her best to find the best home for her sister, making her a queen and a mother to the world.
But the Duke never expected that the powerful Watson II would die in the war he launched, and the royal party would give the widowed queen to the enemies from the Sea of Singing, and let her marry the Naga Sea tribe.
Flavia was a healthy and fertile woman, and after her second marriage she gave birth to a mongrel son, DeWitt.
At that time, the Ice Territory, which was adjacent to the Four-Leaf Territory in the south, launched a rebellion. Count Gavin Lancost led the Silver Eagle Legion to march north. At the court, the Silent School used the Gaia Church to act secretly and faced tit-for-tat with the Tower of Sky.
Tracy was in Yotsuba City and had no time to pay attention to the royal capital, otherwise she would definitely stop it. My sister is too weak to be manipulated, the Duke thought angrily.
If it were me, I would have strangled the bastard to death as soon as he was born. However, in the blink of an eye, the royal party’s foolish investment failed again.
King Hearne and his tribe returned to the shallow sea without taking his half-breed son with them. There was another dispute over the inheritance between Easter and DeWitt, and Tracy took the opportunity to crown her sister queen.
This is a way to appease both parties at the same time. The court maintained balance. She thought that this way no one would hurt Flavia and Wiggins' reputation would not be damaged.
After Earl Gavin's death in rebellion, for the sake of stability in the South, the Duke married his younger brother Alfonso, promising to give the Lancoste family an orthodox heir, and later they had children as expected.
She was tired and unwilling to fight for Flavia for the power she had given up. As a result, in these short few years, the royal party planned to marry their Majesty the Queen to a viscount of the royal family. Fortunately, the prince came of age. Let the Queen abdicate before.
Tracy couldn't stand the insult. The royal party had a good plan and wanted to use her husband to control the queen, and then control her son and new descendants.
The Duke would never allow Flavia to start a third marriage again. Before they got married, she sent someone to kill the shameless groom, thus ruining the royal party's conspiracy. However, she didn't expect that her sister would become pregnant before the wedding.
This posthumous child is Princess Philolis. Obviously, her arrival was not welcomed by people.
The death of another husband made Flavia extremely protective of her daughter and even concerned about DeWitt Hearn.
Tracy drove the bastard to Knight's Cove, giving him rule over the people who had fought against his father's people. Having said that, she knew that the common people would also recognize DeWitt because he had the blood of Qian Hai, as did those who had resisted the invasion of Hai Clan.
After the White Night War, Knight Bay actually believed that DeWitt was a qualified earl. She didn't know what these idiots were thinking.
Marriage cannot bring joy to people, only power is an eternal companion. Tracy didn't want her daughter to follow in the footsteps of her aunt. She knew that Danlfion had fallen in love with the young man who saved her life, the apprentice of the White Envoy... If you want to marry your lover, let me see the value.
Later, the apprentice overthrew the Gaia Church, toppled Eagle City's ally, Archbishop Peyton Forest, from his high position, and even wiped out the royal party's prestige in person. Tracy felt very happy.
Therefore, when the Tower Messenger returned to Eastman on the eve of the Demon Hunt, she hinted that Danlfion would seduce him, at least to keep his blood.
A promising tower emissary, his blood descendants can bring Danlfion extraordinary status.
But deep down, Tracy knew it was just fantasy. There was no way Dandelphine would marry him.
"Tower of Sky" Chloe is one of the seven pivots, and Eastman is just one of its vassals. Considering the future, the other party will not stay in the mortal kingdom, and the Duke does not believe that Delphine can stop him.
Facts have proved that even if a person is helped to a high position, his nature will not change. Flavia's experience is a lesson.
It's time for her to give up her fantasies and choose a husband. After the second demon hunting campaign, the Earl of Iceland's marriage was imminent.
In order to stabilize the border, the daughter's groom should come from Wynneworth so that heirs with Lancaster blood could inherit the title in the future.
The Duke ordered her to choose suitable tribesmen, but Sir Norman called her eldest son Batchelor to inquire about the whereabouts of Gavin Lancoste's illegitimate son in his care.
"Batcheller and Easter treated him well," said Sir Norman simply,
"This boy will reciprocate and save Princess Delphine from the horrors of war. He loves her with all his heart. At the same time, the Ice Territory also needs a strong leader, and we can give him a surname. Sass Jay Lancoster, how about it?" My daughter is an Earl of Iceland, not a princess.
"Lancoster is a family with a sense of honor. They are loved by the people under their rule and can swing the sword for them against the iron dragon on the throne. This illegitimate son will only attract disgust." Tracy said coldly.
"Yes, but the one who is willing to wield the sword for his people is the traitor...Gavin, not the Lancoste family. This man is a rare hero. I admit that being his opponent is a tribute to you and me. The final victory will be more It's an honor. Sasje is the son of Gavin Lancost, which is enough for the Ice Leader. "That little brat is not even worthy of carrying my daughter's shoes.
Tracy thought. As a girl, Gavin Lancoste was the marriage partner planned by his sister, alongside Sir Anrym, Sir Heros and others.
Tracy wanted to find a man who would marry the Grand Duchess and have all her children named Wiggins, but she also approved of her sister's choice.
Later, Flavia became a queen, a queen, a sad and weak mother, and Tracy married Gavin's brother.
Alfonso was a good husband. He fulfilled all necessary responsibilities and stayed at Frostleaf Castle for three months of the year.
He gave her three sons and one daughter. The youngest son was named Gavin. The younger daughter was born in the Year of the Burning Shadow and was given to the Ice Territory by her.
That damn bastard doesn't deserve his father's name. Tracy thought. Even the Lancoste family of the Ice Territory disapproved of him.
Before the Broken Sword Revolution, Gavin sent Sasje to the royal capital to fill up the question on the grounds that he did not have a legitimate son. These protons can accompany Prince Ister's growth and serve as his right-hand man in the future.
However, the royal party did not want the illegitimate son to come into contact with Eastman's only heir, so they left Sasje to Batchelor Wiggins and asked him to be Batchelor's attendant.
Later, Earl Gavin launched a rebellion, and the kingdom fell into turmoil. While supporting the king, Tracy secretly sent Sasje out of Eastman and informed the Earl of Iceland about it.
In this way, no matter which side wins, the Wiggins family will be able to advance and retreat freely. This move fell into the empty space.
After the Broken Sword Revolution, Gavin Lancoste was executed for questioning, and Sassj was rendered useless.
The Royal Party never asked him again, and Tracy had forgotten his existence until now... I should have killed him if I had known.
"He's not in my hands. He escaped or died. Anyway, I don't care! If you valued him, you should have made plans in advance."
"He is your son's squire." Sir Norman reminded,
"How come you don't know his whereabouts?" You should be lucky that I don't know, otherwise he must be dead.
"My son was only a teenager back then, so he didn't care so much about the attendant's whereabouts." Tracy replied,
"Sasjie is just an illegitimate child."
"This illegitimate son should have had other uses. It would be a waste to die in vain! He must be found." The Duke felt his anger rising.
His surname is not Lancoster, he is just a motherless bastard. The purpose of this thing is to rot in the gutter, and yet you expect it to rise to prominence.
"Is there no other man in the Lancaster family? Do you have to find a bastard?"
"This is different." Sir Norman sensed her mood and he sighed.
"Sasje is supported by you, good lady, and he is the son of Gavin Lancost. If we recognize the legitimacy of this illegitimate son, he will be loyal to us and your daughter wholeheartedly. This will be beneficial to the kingdom. As for the ice land The Lancaster we lead...the mountains and rivers there are poor and the people are not trustworthy. They need the enlightenment of civilized people. Before that, His Highness Dandelphine cannot be entrusted to these people."
"Really? I'm afraid Sasjie is not the person you are looking for. I rescued him, taught him how to read and write, and made him my son's attendant. This is an honor he does not deserve. But he escaped! Then The white-eyed wolf won’t appreciate it at all.”
"When we find this boy, we will explain the situation to him. If he is not suitable, we will plan a new marriage partner for Earl Danlfien. She is still young, beautiful and fertile, just like Her Majesty the Queen back then." Sir Norman assured.
New marriage partner. The words stung her. Tracy had never wanted to see the capabilities of the chief mage of the palace so much.
There is also a gap between high circles. If you dare to mention this again, I will let you keep company with Flavia's husbands.
The past events made her sleepless. The brown tea went cold and was thrown away by the Duke. Thinking of the routine morning meeting, she had to postpone replying to the letter until the afternoon.
Danlfion wants food and military support. The former is somewhat useful, but the latter is pure stupidity. The demon hunting campaign lasted for nearly three years. Tracy naturally knew the details of the enemy and understood that any legion of Eastman was just a joke in front of the opponent.
The Nameless One, the Seven Pivots... She has already met the envoys and knows what they say
What the "Bern Empire" looks like. Eastman is a country of mortals, fundamentally different from the mysterious organization, and can be called the fulcrum of order of its opponent... The coalition's defense line collapsed after supporting it for two years, and the Tower of Sky was quickly closed, abandoning the nominal vassal country. regardless of.
Forget it, they haven't played any role before. No one in Eastman's court had any hope for a tower astrologer.
No one can help her, the Duke thought. The fall of the Ice Territory will happen sooner or later. Maybe it has already happened, but the news was blocked by the secret society and did not reach the north.
Danlfion can only survive if she surrenders, but people will surely point fingers in the court and scorn her weakness and betrayal.
Tracy then thought about it, if Earl Gavin ruled the Ice Territory, he would definitely fight to the death and then be killed by the demon, bringing disaster to his people.
No matter how the royal party criticizes me, the people of Iceland should love my daughter. She thought as she opened the second letter.
A few hours later, it was already dark, and Dragon Cave Castle woke up in the morning light. Only the Queen was still sleeping.
The little princess Philolis came to the queen's bedroom accompanied by her maid. She dressed like a little bear and wanted her mother's permission to go to the school field to watch the competition.
Tracy didn't let them into the house.
"Your Majesty always suffers from insomnia. It was very difficult for me to coax her to sleep."
"Mom, you need someone else to coax you to sleep?" Philolis asked inarticulately.
"Your Majesty is your mother and my sister. A sister should put her sister to sleep." Tracy smiled and kissed the child's forehead.
"Go to the school grounds to watch the performance, Your Highness." She stood up.
"Who is responsible for the princess's safety today?"
"Sir Kurus, ma'am," replied the maid Edusa. Norman's apprentice, what kind of knight is he?
"Let Sir Delta go with you. Oh, and call my son." Tracy didn't bring Ava with him this time, so Batchelor didn't bother to take the initiative to come.
It's time to find something to do for him, lest he really become a wine barrel. Adul left with the princess, and new trouble came.
The heir of the Glonion family is a young girl. She is the niece of Sir Isborne and the only descendant who survived the flood of Six Finger Castle.
Istel has proposed to the heir to the Court of Flowing Waters so that the Talbot royal family can take over her fiefdom.
Their wedding has yet to take place.
"Janet." The Duke maintained the smile he had when facing the princess.
"How is your body recovering?" the noble girl almost jumped up. She was always frightened and shy, unaware of the goings-on around her.
"I...I am fine, ma'am. I come to express my gratitude to Her Majesty..."
"Your Majesty is resting. Where is my nephew? Why isn't he with you?" Janet lowered her head: "He went hunting in the royal garden." Hmm, he must have hunted new birds, most likely from the Timmel family. girl.
Tracy didn't have a good impression of these young girls who wanted to marry princes and then become queens. Gulus Timir was indeed healthier than Janet, and at least he wouldn't be blown down by the wind.
But as a wife, Janet is a better choice...just like when Watson II married Flavia.
But no matter what, since the prince is engaged, he should not abandon his fiancée to find a lover.
"Your Highness Philolis went to the school grounds to watch the sword show, you should go and have a look too." Tracey instructed,
"His Royal Highness the Prince loves his sister very much. It's not the first day you know this. After his games are over, he always goes to visit her alone. When the time comes, you bring the brother and sister back." The girl raised her head gratefully and lowered it again.
"Yes, ma'am." She hurried away. It would be great if the princes and officials at court could be like Janet. Flavia is well suited to rule them.
The Duke couldn't help but think. This will be the kingdom of the queen, not the royal party, and no one will dare to sell the queen to the enemy.
But Tracy knew in her heart that without the Royal Party, Eastman would be destroyed long before that day came.
She had to go see Sir Laurence Norman. There are many new faces coming to the Kingdom Council. Since the death of Peyton Forest, Duke Tivin of Eagle City has become much quieter because no one can match his arrogance anymore.
But today was different from the past. Tracy saw her son Batchelor and the new archbishop sitting opposite him, chatting happily with Finance Minister Ollie.
He looks younger than his predecessor, but is actually older, and his mystery extends his lifespan. The School of Silence really can't wait to plant spies among us.
The new Archbishop Vergon Toslin comes from the distant Moni-Antoros and is a theological monk of the Church of Gaia.
He had only been in Eastman for a few days, but everyone had already realized that he was a talking figure, and people in the church did not listen to his orders.
In fact, the only people who can speak effectively in the Gaia Church today are the papal monks. Vergon was both a monk and a wizard, and his role was simply to deliver Eastman's message to the School of Silence.
Sir Norman arrived last, holding a writing pen. Tracy looked at this representative figure of the royal party. He wore the Chief Mage Medal, the Detection Station Recorder's Quill Chain Medal, the Raven First Class Medal of Honor on his chest, as well as the silver dragon brooch symbolizing the power of the Prime Minister.
So flashy, Norman. She decided to get a new commendation for him, a family crest that could be passed down to future generations.
The issues of the princes and nobles were not more noble. People discussed harvests, trade, marriages and wars, and argued with red faces over the ownership of a stream. Ice Territory was mentioned many times, but no one mentioned Byrne.
Norman did not participate in the discussion, but kept adjusting the magic patterns on the vote counter. The light spots converged and scattered, like fireflies flying.
"I have a new message here." Duke Tiwen of the Western Region was not present in person. His image was blurred from time to time, giving the appearance of a poor signal transmission interruption.
This is a rare and mysterious item from Eastman, and most nobles have never seen it.
"Video", the Messatori family is famous for their wealth, and they have obtained treasures from the Seven Pillars... If Tracy had not seen the alchemy skills of the Oath Keepers Alliance, she would also be wary.
"Hello? Did you hear that?" Duke Tiwen waited for a few seconds and spoke again: "Delay... Okay, I have an echo here... Everyone, this is information from the north: the tribe leader of Hot Earth Hills, Gelong... Temi, passed away... due to illness last night." Most people have never heard of this name.
"What is a tribe leader?"
"The lands of the kingdom close to the Northern Empire are governed by tribes. The tribe chief is equivalent to a count, although the locals do not recognize the normal title." Sir Norman explained.
He returned to the topic: "I'm sorry that Count Themi's death is a loss to the kingdom. He and the Pulin tribe are our defense line against the Bures people. I hope his successor can take over the important task." Even he didn't understand. Pulin.
"Gron Themi only has four adopted sons, each from his vassals... from different tribes. His illegitimate children are as numerous as the stars in the sky, and none of them have the right to inherit." Tracy told them,
"The Hot Earth Hills are now leaderless."
"What's going on?" Sir Norman asked,
"I have never realized that there are so many princes in the kingdom who need to worry about their heirs."
"He originally had a son and a daughter, both of whom were the children of his first wife, but the daughter married to a neighboring country and worked as a lackey for the Bures people. The son participated in the war during the first demon-hunting campaign, and later went crazy and hanged himself. Sir Norman frowned.
"This must have happened more than ten years ago. Ge Long doesn't have any more children?"
"Gelong is old and cannot make new villains." Tiwen snickered. His signals became more coherent.
"The son was married and had a son and a daughter, but the boy was beaten to death by his father when he went crazy." Norman frowned in disgust.
"Where's the girl?"
"This girl is ten years old this year. She is a dementia with a brain development disorder. According to the description, the poor child fell down the steps. This must be her father's fault - people say that the son of Gelong is possessed by a ghost." Duke of the West A shrug,
"In short, I don't think this child can succeed his grandfather's title."
"But she can be engaged, and her son will inherit Prin in the future." Sir Norman didn't care,
"Okay, Lord Tiwen, now it's time to talk about your problem. Lord Archbishop Vergon reported to the Queen that you invited him to host you..."
"It was a little rushed," Tivin Messatori said.
"...a wedding with four women." The Minister of State and Chief Mage of the Palace finished his words. At the long table, people gave a period of silence filled with complex emotions, and then whispers and discussions erupted like a volcano, filling the hall.
"This is not a matter of haste, Lord Duke." Norman said seriously.
"Oh, our love is blessed by the gods." Sir Norman froze in place as he had never heard such a joke.
Earl Timil laughed loudly, and his wife rushed to cover it up with drinks, but the men and women clustered at the foot of the steps also laughed.
Twiggan Hollington, the Earl of White Gap City, was not qualified to laugh. As a vassal of the West, he was trying his best to endure it for fear of being seen making fun of his lord.
Tracy didn't smile either.
"Ge Long should learn from you, so that he won't have to worry about what will happen after his death."
"Him? What to study? How to make good use of his old thing?" Even Hollington was laughing now.
"You don't understand, Lord Wiggins. No man can't use it. This is our innate talent...just like the devil's evil spell." The Imp Duke smiled even more happily.
"Besides, pregnancy is a woman's business. It's up to Gron Themi's wife to ask my new wife for advice. In this way, maybe the savages can also receive blessings from the gods." Tracy turned her head and talked to the Prime Minister. Looking at each other.
Sir Norman said: "The gods may bless you, but the moral precepts they set for mortals will not. You have one and only one wife, my lord, and her son will inherit your name and family business. Please be sure make a choice."
"Forget it then." Tiwen lit the pipe with a candle without raising his head.
"I just think the atmosphere is too serious and I want to have some fun for everyone. As for my four newlywed lovers, it's really pitiful. They will only have bastards in their bellies. Well, it's better not to have any."
"In this case, don't do anything to the Archbishop next time. He has just taken office and thinks that the Eastman people are uncivilized and disrespectful of etiquette. That would be a huge misunderstanding."
"Of course, of course. Eastman has always been a country of etiquette." Duke Tivin made a horizontal gesture in front of his mouth.
He did quiet down, but the ugly feeling of the dirty joke lingered. I'm starting to realize the benefits of images, Tracy thought. Although they look disgusting, at least they don't taste good.
"The rights and rules of marriage are sacrosanct and must be managed by someone," Finance Minister Oli said.
He was laughing too. Old guy, the waistband of the royal party, the IOU is thicker than the fat on his body. It didn't matter whether he was crying or laughing, his words were no different from farts anyway.
But Sir Ollie always had a smile on his face, and Tracy had seen him so much that now she didn't find him an eyesore.
"In my opinion, Theme's daughter needs a hero to protect her and her family." Sir Olly said.
"I'm afraid the heroes here have no intention of marrying her." Count Timir smiled. He is already married, and his daughter is still hunting with the prince.
Most of the people here either have children or are too old to discuss marrying a ten-year-old girl.
"How about asking Sasjae Lancaster?" Tracy said resentfully.
"Perhaps he likes Plin more."
"These two people are incompatible with each other. The Pulin people will not recognize the illegitimate son of the former earl on the other side of the kingdom. The queen needs stable northern countries and cannot forcefully suppress conflicts." Duke Tivin blew out a breath of smoke: "It sounds like , I am qualified for this role." He raised his eyebrows at everyone.
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was in an uproar, and Tracy couldn't help but change her expression. But she remained silent. The Duke of Messitori wants to marry the princess of the Pulin people, and the royal party will only allow it if they are crazy.
Opposite him, Archbishop Vergon looked as if he had seen an unemptied chamber pot in a luxurious art palace.
It seems that the church doesn't approve of it either. It's just this kid's whim. At this moment, the palace knight guarding the main hall opened the door.
Only the royal family can have such privileges.
"I have a candidate here." The visitor said,
"Although he is not from Pulin, he is young and powerful and has made great achievements in battle. He can be called a rare hero in the world, and he is enough to pacify the North for Your Majesty."
"More qualified than me? Your Highness, who is this person?" Duke Tiwen asked with interest.
"Of course it's the Prime Minister of the Kingdom and the Chief Archmage of the Palace, Mr. Lawrence Norman." Prince Easter replied.
He walked to Eastman's throne and sat down as heir. Tracy saw his hunting attire and smiled.
"In terms of merit, I'm afraid no one here can compete with Lord Norman." She seemed to agree,
"But the land of Eastman can only be ruled by Eastmans, and the Prime Minister is from Motog..."
"Motog has been destroyed long ago," the prince said.
"That's right." Earl Twiggen said quickly,
"Motog is a distant past. Everyone knows that the real Motog people have gone to Sky Island and call themselves 'San Carlos people'. Eastman is my hometown." People exchanged glances in silence, even though Some people were unwilling to accept it, but they did not say anything to refute it.
Finally, Sir Olly expressed his position: "Lord Norman is indeed the best choice. Due to the difference between mysterious creatures and mortals, he has not married yet." Sir Norman frowned: "I have already sworn to dedicate my life and loyalty to the royal family. With Your Majesty, the housewives and children are just..."
"...a link of loyalty." Count Timir interrupted him. This person was also a member of the royal party, and only the royal family followed suit.
"We all know this. Who else is more suitable to be the Duke of the North than you?"
"Like Gronn's granddaughter?" Tracey pointed out.
"If you ask me, ma'am, those young men can't do it."
"Mysterious creatures also grow old one day." Prince Ister said softly,
"For so many years, your efforts have supported this country. I know, Sir Norman, land and title are nothing to you, but these are all I have." Norman looked at Easter blankly, tears flashing in his eyes. Light - real or fake?
he? The donkey, who had worked hard all his life for the Talbot family, was moved to tears.
Tracy almost laughed.
"If it were me, I would reject a mentally retarded wife." Tivin Messatori said loudly. However, everyone at Eastman knew the origins of Lawrence Norman.
He was originally a Motog and came from a noble family, but he was not reused. When the late king launched the Raven War, he was unfortunately abandoned by his family and guarded a border town alone.
Watson II defeated him, and after he surrendered, he personally picked him up and gave him a status that he could not have achieved in his life.
From then on, Lawrence Norman became Watson II's personal guard and a loyal minister of the royal family.
In the Fulcrum of Order, a high-circle mystic should have high power, but in the mortal kingdom, bloodline is the source of power.
After Prince Ister gave him the granddaughter of Gron Themi, what Lawrence Norman got was not a mentally retarded wife, but the northern kingdoms behind her.
He will turn from an official into a real nobleman in the kingdom, on an equal footing with Tracy and Tywin.
"Norman" may replace Themi and become the supreme edict of the Hot Earth Hills. For mysterious creatures, the land and titles of the kingdom are not as good as the positions of the seven pivots, but in Eastman, this is the lifelong pursuit of countless people of low origin.
Tracy tried to stop him, but she knew exactly what he would do. Laurence Norman took a knee.
"This is my honor, Your Highness." Everyone in the royal party praised in unison. Prince Easter personally helped Norman up, and the two of them seemed to be bathed in glory.
Duke Tracey Wiggins applauded tepidly, but in her mind, she kept guessing who had proposed the reward.
He persuaded the prince, cleverly replaced expulsion with gifts, replaced political opponents entrenched in Iron Claw City with hereditary titles, and roped in the entire royal party and even Tracy to facilitate this matter, and everything fell into place.
This is definitely not the skill of the Western Party. She thought of the second letter she had received in the middle of the night. The Duke looked at everyone in the court: the new-faced Archbishop, what kind of conspiracy was he planning?
Old rival Norman, maybe the royal party is trying to confuse me, but actually he has other intentions. There are also many officials, big and small, that the Duke needs to deal with on a daily basis. I have given gifts to all of them. Will someone give them a higher value?
The mastermind is among them. Must be there. Tracy smiled. No matter who you are or what your intentions are, I can benefit from it.
