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阿嚏～
「老爷，你怎么了」
「TM的，谁在骂我」拉了拉肩上黝黑的熊皮长袍，亚特抱怨了两句。
Ah~ah~ah~ sneeze...
A handful of snot mixed with saliva spurted out in front of Art, and his outstretched right hand was covered with mucus~
Ron on the side wanted to take a step forward to check, but seeing this situation, he quickly took a few steps back, full of disgust, and the scars on his face were also pulled open by the distortion of his expression.
Matt turned his head and glanced at Ron. He said nothing, but quietly took out the handkerchief from his waist and wiped the mucus from the corners of his mouth.
Perhaps noticing his master's subtle change in mood, Ron stepped forward quickly, intending to hand over his handkerchief. At this moment, a gust of cool wind came...
sneeze...
Pah~
A large mouthful of thick phlegm mixed with snot landed on Art's freshly wiped cowhide boots.
Ron quickly covered his mouth and nose, remained silent, twisted his body, and stared at the bonfire in the military camp not far behind him, as if nothing had happened.
Feeling a tremor on his feet, Art subconsciously glanced down, and his eyes happened to fall on the exploding pool of phlegm. He closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and twitched his nostrils...
"Ron"
Matt's roar frightened Ron.
“Old, old, sir, what’s wrong?” Ron asked in a low voice, looking as if nothing had happened.
"Hmm" Art's eyes widened, his eyes moving back and forth between Ron and the mouthful of exploding phlegm.
"Master, I~" Ron's tone suddenly became childish, feeling aggrieved and guilty.
Having followed Art for many years, Ron is not very good at lying in front of his master.
This mouthful of phlegm really made Art's stomach churn, making him extremely nauseous. But out of consideration, he didn't say anything more.
Ron hurried forward, took out the handkerchief in his arms, bent down, and prepared to clean up the thick phlegm that would make him sick for days just looking at it.
"Get up." Art put his right hand on Ron's shoulder and took a step back with his left foot covered in phlegm.
Ron raised his head, puzzled, and stood up slowly.
"If I remember correctly, Ollie gave this to you outside the door the night before the expedition."
Ron nodded slightly and slowly held the soft raw silk handkerchief tightly.
"What a good handkerchief, you kid actually used it to wipe this. If Ollie knew about it, she would have to peel off a layer of your skin."
"Sir, I..."
"Okay, go, bring me some hay." As he spoke, Art was already sitting on the ground...
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After cleaning the dirt on his boots, Art bared his teeth and sighed. Then he led Ron towards the sentry tower with the flying eagle and iris flag in the camp near the south entrance.
Along the way, Ron wanted to ask a question that he couldn't figure out several times. But soldiers patrolling back and forth with spears in the military camp interrupted him many times.
It wasn't until he climbed up the sentry tower, waved off the sentry, and looked around that Ron asked.
"Sir, how could the monarch have the intention to attack you? After all, you are Lord Galvin's son-in-law and Madam's husband. In this battle for succession, if you had not led your men to fight bloody battles regardless of life and death, how could the monarch have sat on the Iron Throne so quickly?" Ron became more and more excited as he spoke.
Matt turned his head and glanced at the attendant who had been following him for many years. He did not scold him, but casually asked, "Ron, do you think I should kill Odo and Angus?"
Ron was shocked.
"They are loyal to me, why do you want to kill them."
Matt looked to the south, "They are now in charge of the main battle force of the Wells Army, and their officers at all levels are also taking orders from them. They can make up a pretext at any time to assassinate me in some way and take away everything I have."
"This..." Ron was speechless for a moment and could not refute.
"To King Flanders, just like Odo Angus and I are to me, when the people you once relied on are strong enough, you will be afraid of them. Any inadvertent behavior of them may touch your bottom line. Just like Earl Baldwin, his greed and arrogance have become sand that cannot be tolerated in the eyes of the king. What a pity that the foundation he built with his own hands was eventually destroyed in his own hands..." Art sighed.
Thinking of this former Prime Minister of the Burgundy Kingdom who had single-handedly promoted him, Art had mixed feelings in his heart. Baldwin was kind to himself, but he gained it with his military exploits and money, as well as his absolute "loyalty" to Baldwin.
After the Baldwin faction was purged by Flanders, Art once went to persuade this important palace minister to confess his crime. When leaving, Baldwin once said something to Art - Remember, my today is your tomorrow.
Since his conversation with Flanders Tinetsneburg watch tower that night, Art has hardly slept a good night's sleep. Although the count's guard was never far away, he still had trouble sleeping in his clothes. From the first time he met Flanders in Longxia Territory a few years ago, Art was deeply impressed by this monarch's eagle-like eyes that seemed to be able to see into all people's hearts. From Art's meeting with the King's ministers, to borrowing five million pfennigs from the Holy Order's treasury, to the "Thunder Fire" used by the King's army, appearing in Art's army. It seems that all of Art's actions are under Flanders' control. If he found out that he really had a rebellious heart, I'm afraid Flanders would have killed him long ago.
Now Flanders has made it clear that except for the iron seat, he is willing to exchange anything for the murder weapon in Art's hand. This made Art even more uneasy.
Flanders can return the Marquis of Burgundy to the Duchy of Burgundy for the sake of power, and let the autonomy that successive marquises have worked so hard to gain come to naught. You can also surrender to the Kingdom of France for the sake of power, in exchange for the support of the French King to fight against the Principality of Burgundy. Maybe Flanders would be willing to make a deal with the devil if he could get more power, more wealth and more land...
If Flanders is really allowed to hold the bomb that Art spent a lot of money and energy to build, I'm afraid he won't be able to sleep peacefully for even one day. Now that Flanders has spoken and is willing to exchange everything except the iron seat for the "bomb", it is enough to prove the status of the bomb in Flanders' heart. Maybe Flanders hadn't taken action against him yet because he was afraid of the big killer weapon in his hands. In addition, as a new secret weapon, the only people who knew about the bomb, apart from the senior officers of the Wells Corps, were the staff of the weapons research laboratory. As for the others, very little is known, and to the outside world, this new weapon is like a mystery. This is why Flanders did not ask Art in the name of the king, but was willing to exchange for other things.
Thinking for a long time, suddenly, a commotion in the military camp pulled Art back from his thoughts...