Chapter 306 Thriller

"Yes, we have to do something." Clio fully agreed with this. "Otherwise, you and me... our future is probably not as wonderful as we had expected!" He changed the subject. "The question is, what should I do? This is the key point."

In history, more than one person was in an embarrassing situation like Essin. The so-called "rabbits died and dogs cook" refers to this. There is indeed a classic countermeasure for such dilemmas, called "raising bandits to respect themselves". Of course, this trick is played well, and some are played without any play.

But the problem is that this countermeasure is completely unfeasible now. This is because Essin did so well before. He has destroyed all the hidden dangers and eliminated the truly powerful and ambitious rebels, turning the final victory into something within reach, so that anyone can complete the rest of the work.

The two of them sat down at the table and pondered hard.

"Crio," Essin finally spoke first. "The reason for this crisis is that...we lack allies in the city of Hawks. Therefore, we can only sit back and watch our enemies attack us, but we cannot defend ourselves. I once thought... as long as we act fast enough, there would be no such crisis. It seems that I was wrong, and it was out of reach." He sighed softly. "Writing a report, slander, etc. is much easier than marching and setting up a formation."

"You mean...we need an ally in the palace? That's right, if we had an ally who was worthy and able to speak in front of the Queen, there wouldn't be such a crisis." Clio agreed. "But to be honest, who is this person?"

As mentioned earlier, the Little Queen's current court was established after the coup triggered by Byron. Her current courtiers, officials, and officials of all kinds have nothing to do with Byron. They are all composed of people who were exiled or ignored before. Essin and Cleo were once the confidants of Byron. So it can be imagined that they would not even know these upstarts, even if they don't even know many people. If they want to make friends with domestic aid, they really can't find a suitable breakthrough point. If they have to say the candidates, they are the only court chief Scadra. He is the person they are most familiar with and should have become the supporter. Unfortunately, both sides were on different positions at the beginning, and Scadra now has a knot in their hearts, which cannot be solved in a short time.

At least Cleo had no such candidate in his mind, let alone Essin.

Essin thought for a long time and spoke again.

"There is another way, that is, to build a great power. Aren't those who attack us accusing this war of being a very simple and easy thing? If we make great achievements, then all such attacks will naturally fail." Essin said. "Facts are better than any eloquence."

"I admit you're right," Cleo replied. "This is also a good idea. But what are we going to do now? Do we still have a chance to build a magical power? Where is this opportunity?"

He made a helpless gesture. As mentioned earlier, all the lords who could cause trouble had been eliminated by Essin, and what was eliminated was so thorough that the rest had lost their belief in resistance. In fact, even if the remaining lords resisted ignorantly, they could not change anything. Because their strength was very limited and they were not really ready for war. Defeating them was completely unrelated to the term "magic skills".

"Opportunity," a scary smile suddenly appeared on Essim's face. "It was discovered by myself." A firm light flashed in his eyes. "The most dangerous rebellious lords have been defeated by us." He paused, "But this does not mean that we have no chance to establish a magical skill!"

"you mean……"

"Creo," said Essin. "Yes, this is a lot more troublesome than I thought at first. We not only have to face smart enemies, but also have to deal with colleagues who are dragging their backs and even stabbing them in the back. But as the saying goes, hard work and gain. This is our opportunity, perhaps the only chance in our life." He looked at his good friend. "The opportunity to reach the sky will not be encountered once in one life. Since we have met, we must firmly grasp it. Even if we die, I hope to die on the road to our ideals."

His voice was eager and infectious, but Creo's face changed immediately.

"Essin, you're playing with fire! You're betting, but you have to understand that you can't afford the price..."

"It was a gamble!" Essin replied viciously. "Since I made this request to the little queen... we were walking on the cliff. One wrong step would be that there would be no chance of turning around! But since we have been through it, then... maybe the gods really favor us, and we should not have any doubts about ourselves!"

...

Ashu Rufate knocked on the door a few times.

It was evening, and it was a short free time after dinner and the setting sun. Even this city that was ready for war would be a rare relaxation. Looking down from the height of the castle, you could see soldiers in groups of three or three buying items in the market area... Of course, the most of them were tobacco.

This kind of thing is very useful for mentally nervous soldiers, which can relieve sorrow and boost morale. In addition, it will not cause any effect that affects the battle. Therefore, the army may ban alcohol, but few ban smoking.

"Come in." Baranka's voice came from the room. Ashurufat pushed the door open and entered.

Baranka was like a casual and lazy man, wearing a shirt and trousers, lying on his bed without any grace, with his hands behind his head. The buttons on the chest of his shirt were not buttoned, and they just loosened it casually, revealing his thick chest muscles.

"Ah, Lord Earl!" Baranka obviously did not expect the identity of the visitor. He immediately got up from the bed.

Ashu Rufate first brought the door and locked it. After doing this, he looked around. Baranka sat on the edge of the bed in shock, and it was obvious that he could not see the intention of Ashu Rufate's actions - but he immediately understood. Ashu Rufate's eyes were in a small closet in the corner of the room.

There, there was a strangely shaped metal product.

Ashu Rufate could recognize what it was at a glance. Because as Belar said before, Ashu Rufate also had one of the same things. In addition - Belar may not feel it - Ashu Rufate could feel the faint magic power on this thing.

Ashu Rufate's eyes stopped on the thing and did not move for a long time before he turned to Baranka again. As he expected, Baranka's face had become very pale.

He took two steps at once and walked straight to the closet. Before Baranka could speak or act, Ashu Rufate had already taken this thing into his hand. Now, there was no more doubt.

"His Excellency Baranka." Ashu Rufat was playing with the product of the Chaos Magic in his hand, and his eyes were on Baranka. "It seems that you have something fun in your hand."

Baranka instinctively reached out to grab the sword at the head of the bed (like many soldiers, he put his carry-on weapon on the edge of the bed), but when he reached halfway through his hand, he took it back. In this regard, he knew the ability of Ashu Rufate. Although Baranka was confident in his skills, he also knew himself. Besides, what's the matter if Ashu Rufate was weak? Can he still kill Ashu Rufate? As a deputy general, murder the main general?

He let out a sigh of despair. Regret washed his heart like a tide - he should have thrown this thing into the trash with the conditions of the Chaos Wizard, or simply handed everything to the priests of the church!

Ashu Rufate did not speak out and kept staring at Baranka's face. After a long time, when Baranka finally calmed down, Ashu Rufate placed the metal utensil on the table next to it, and then sat down himself.

Baranka couldn't help but look at the door.

"Don't worry," said Ashurufate. "Pari was injured and was recovering and would not move around easily. General Beral was planning an ambush and wanted to kill as many raiders as the scouts of the Chaos Legion, so he was not in the city at all. The priests of the church were also very busy, busy holding spirit sacrifices for the fallen soldiers... In short, I believe that no one will come to this area at this time, and we can have a good talk."

Baranka's room is also located at a height of the castle in the center of the city of Niustria. This is the area of ​​senior officers, and ordinary people generally do not approach it.

"What are you talking about?" Baranka exhaled vigorously. The tension just now had gradually faded, and his mind returned to normal thinking. Then he quickly realized that this was not an arrest. Because if this was a sudden attack, then Asu Ruffat would not have made the "counter-lock" action after entering the door.

If he had the worst situation, it would undoubtedly be that Ashu Rufate immediately took the strange magic prop after entering the door, and then let out a cold snorted, and then the priests and soldiers of the church flocked in from outside the door. If that was the case, Baranka would have completely finished playing.

But Ashu Rufate locked the door and prevented others from coming in.

"This thing was given to you by Chaos Wizard?" Ashu Rufate asked, shaking the metal product in his hand.

"That's right." By now, Baranka already knew that all denial was in vain.
Chapter completed!