Chapter 167 Asking for help

"What do you say from the Beiru people?" Byron asked his subordinates.

"They seem to agree with your... request." A middle-aged man in a dark red robe replied.

This one is Byron's magician. Due to the operation of the church, Byron now only has two magicians left, both of whom are hired by high salaries and have very few relationships with the church. However, the real meaning of a magician is not to perform magic on the battlefield, but to establish magic communication.

In this era, the technique of using the ubiquitous magic wind to conduct magic communication has developed and matured. No matter which race, it has mastered this fast, fast and safe communication method, but it is slightly different in the subtleties. For example, the magic communication technology of humans is different from the magic communication technology of dwarves. At present, there is still a small problem with the communication method of humans, that is, it must be done by magicians. Or to be specific, only magicians can receive magic communication.

Because of this, although Fourolus City can receive information from the outside world, it cannot convey the orders and messages. Of course, the reception situation is not optimistic now, because the spies in Eagle City have no news.

"Don't agree... If it weren't for me, how could Little Grufiz become the lord of the Youlan area?!" Byron spoke very excitedly and his emotions were a little out of control.

Another month has passed. Although Byron had swear to announce that the city of Hawks was in trouble a month ago, the enemies under the city had no intention of leaving. No matter how confident Byron was, he could also see panic and doubt in his subordinates' expressions.

In fact, the entire Fornoros is filled with an uneasy atmosphere. It seems calm on the surface, but if there is no effective means, then God knows when this peace will be broken.

Since ancient times, riots have occurred in cities that have been besieged for a long time, and it can even be said to be inevitable. Unless the enemy is the type of irreconcilable and deep hatred, it is natural to have a riot aimed at overthrowing the ruler and surrendering to the enemy after the hope is cut off. Especially this kind of war of civil war.

It is better for others to die than for oneself. Besides, this disaster is not caused by oneself. If the root cause is removed, it is reasonable.

No matter how stupid Byron was, he understood this truth. So he understood that he had to do something to change the current situation. Of course, he did not dare to say that he would fight the enemy to the death. This was a rational thinking and an instinctive choice. His countermeasure was to ask for help and ask for help from all those who might help.

As for compromising with the little queen, he had never considered this issue at all. Byerheim's fate is the best evidence.

"Do you want to tell them this?" asked the magician. The magician was no better than a messaging scroll that could only be used once. As long as there were two magicians as intermediaries, the two could use the wind of magic to talk thousands of miles apart - just like two people who had a disconnection in language to talk with the help of a translator.

Now, Byron is talking to Grufiz, the leader of the Beiru people.

"Of course not!" Byron quickly regained his sanity. He now had too few chips, and the threat could only backfire. "Tell them that if I die, the Queen has a great possibility to reclaim the Youlan area. In addition, the title of Earl of Grufiz of Little Grufiz will definitely not be preserved. Their plan will be completely failed."

The magician closed his eyes and seemed to be casting a spell. He opened his eyes for about half a minute.

"He said that the queen had already made a statement. This time the name of the little Count Grufiz was not on the list of the rebel lords, which was the best evidence."

"If I die, the money they invested in me... would definitely be lost," Byron said.

"They said... the little queen will repay it. The other chambers of commerce have owed money... you borrowed it in the name of the little queen and they have all repaid it. They can't see that the little queen has any special reason not to repay the money."

"Those bastards who don't see rabbits and don't show eagles!" Byron roared angrily. It took him a while before he could regain his rationality.

The magician was indifferent to Byron's attitude - because he often did magical messaging, the magicians all had professional qualities.

"Well, tell them... I'm not asking them to send troops to help, but just need them to help promote the chamber of commerce alliance and strengthen the effect of commercial blockade... This is not too difficult for them! I will definitely repay them, I will..." He took a strong breath. "The entire province is handed over to Little Grufiz as the fief."

The magician conveyed Byron's words as he said. This time he was silent for a long time, much more than the time required for the previous conversation.

The magician finally opened his eyes.

"What do they say?" Byron asked anxiously, looking forward to the other party's answer.

"They can't do it," said the magician.

"Can't do it? I can't do such a simple thing? I only ask for a very simple thing, one they can easily do without paying any price..."

"Dude, they said that a commercial blockade also needs a reason. Merchants will not organize a commercial blockade for no reason. You know, commercial blockade is also a huge loss to merchants themselves."

"Isn't that the best reason for that little girl to lose money? They are willing to let the money fly like this?" Byron roared.

"They said that the little queen... was not damnable." Half a minute later, the magician replied. "So there is no commercial blockade alliance at all now-not to mention alliances, there is not even a planner."

"No...being owed?" This news made Byron unstable. A few seconds later, he suddenly burst out. "How is it possible, how can she...they are lying to me! They must be lying to me!"

He lost his mind for a moment and reached out to catch the magician. However, the latter had already embraced the magic wind at this time. Just a gesture, Byron felt a shock in his whole body, and then his body seemed to be burned by flames.

As the magicians often say, the real power is never on the arm.

"Ah!" Byron screamed and took a step back. The pain immediately restored his rationality. Looking at the magician's cold and slightly sympathetic gaze, a big drop of cold sweat flowed down Byron's forehead.

No wonder he lost his mind for a moment. This is his last trick and his only hope. The little queen can't afford to pay so much money, so she will definitely not pay to pay so much money. So Eagle City (or even the entire country) will soon fall into chaos. In other words, this is a protracted battle. It depends entirely on which Eagle City or Fouroz City lasts longer. It should be like this!

This time, even the magician with professional qualities couldn't help but frown.

"Sir, do you really want me to tell them like this?"
Chapter completed!