Chapter 643 The deadline is approaching
A few days ago, the Lombards sent assassins to assassinate Flanders under the pretext of negotiating peace. Flanders, who was injured by a poisonous arrow, was poisoned during the battle between the two armies. His life was in danger and he was in coma several times.
After appointing Art as the commander of the Praetorian Guards, Flanders began to fall into an intermittent coma and slurred his speech.
That night, Thomas, who was taking care of the injured soldiers in the lake land, received a secret message and took a few assistants south to Lombardy overnight. In order to prevent the news of Flanders's assassination from spreading, Art placed Flanders in a monastery in the city of Santia to recuperate after the war, and arranged many sentries around it. Galvin, the treasurer of the palace, and Orlov, the bishop of the county, accompanied him.
The night Thomas arrived in Santia City, he was secretly called to the study by Art and informed him of the mission to rescue Flanders.
Before leaving, Art did not forget to remind Thomas that Thomas should go to Art's mansion immediately if Flanders becomes critically ill.
Now, seeing Thomas standing in front of him, Art was a little at a loss for a moment. "——Ron, guard the door yourself and don't let anyone get close."
"Thomas, let's go to the study to talk~"
Att turned around and led Thomas toward the study.
As soon as he arrived at the door, Art went straight to the oak barrel placed on the table and poured himself and Thomas a glass of wine each.
"Sit down and talk." Art pushed the wine glass in front of Thomas.
After treating and accompanying Flanders for several days, Thomas looked tired. The face that used to be shiny and shiny now looks rough.
The dark bags under the eyes are a little swollen, the eyeballs are bloodshot, and dark yellow spots cover the corners of the eyes.
Thomas rubbed his forehead, took a sip of the wine in the glass. Put down the wine glass and let out a sigh of relief. Then he sat there quietly, watching motionless as Art picked up the wine glass and shook it.
"Is there no other way out?"
After a while, Art asked, placing the wine in the glass on the table intact, playing with the stem of the glass.
Thomas shook his head slowly, without saying a word, even a little frustrated.
"How long does he have?" Art asked again.
Thomas slowly raised his right hand, opened his long black sleeve, and held out three fingers, "Three days! Three more days at most!"
Thomas concealed his disappointment and continued: "The poison that the monarch was poisoned by is extremely rare. I looked through medical books and couldn't find the answer. The poison spreads very quickly. , if I could arrive a few days earlier and use the treatment method I just discovered, there might be a chance of survival. At present, the poison should have spread to his internal organs, and there is nothing I can do." Despite this, Thomas still tried his best to keep Flanders alive for a few more days. This is his duty as a healer, and it also stems from his reverence for life.
Att sat on the velvet-covered seat, holding the armrests with both hands, his face solemn, and he was lost in thought.
Although he had been mentally prepared, he was still a little at a loss when the incident happened suddenly.
As the ruler of the Burgundy County, Flanders led the Guards to the south to fight, and suddenly conquered a foreign country. The chain reaction of this incident was something that Art could not even imagine.
Leave aside how Lombardy used this matter to fight back, the reactions from all parties in the palace were enough to make this new regime take a different path.
· During Flanders's reign, all parties seemed to be attached to him. Once he died in a foreign country, all parties in the court would be ready to take action. Once internal turmoil breaks out, Yate's layout over the years will come to naught.
This is a result he does not want to see, and it is also a reality he cannot accept.
But now that the matter has come to this, he must make plans in advance. If something goes wrong, Count Burgundy will surely fall into war again, and everything Art has worked so hard for will be in vain.
Time, he needs time.
After pondering for a long time, Art suddenly raised his head, "Thomas, you return to the monastery immediately and do not leave the monarch even a step. I want you to do everything possible to let the monarch last as long as possible."
"Yes, sir. I will do my best!"
Then, Art sent Thomas out and asked Ron to send someone to escort him back to the monastery.
That night, the number of guards around the monastery doubled again.
After seeing Thomas off, Art returned to the study again, immediately picked up the quill in his hand and wrote down three military orders.
cedced by the guard standing outside the door. He gently pushed the door open and came in. "Sir."
"Go and find Ron immediately, and tell me that I have something important to tell you."
"Yes, sir, I'll go right away." The guard turned and exited the door.
When Ron came to the study, Art handed Ron the sealed letter.
"Go to Bob right away and ask him to send these three secret letters to Beaune City, Fort Marci and the Valley overnight. The military situation is urgent and there must be no mistakes!"
"I know, sir!" Ron put away the secret letters and was about to turn around, but was stopped by Art.
"Wait a minute, after you send the secret message, immediately call Odo and the sergeant major, and say that I have something important. Go!"
"Yes! Master."
In the early morning, after sending the secret letter, Ron took Odo and Angus and walked towards Art's residence.
At this time, there was no one on the street, except for the occasional sound of barking dogs and rats.
Since Art's residence was not far from where the Chinese army's command camp was, several of them were not followed by personal guards.
The echo of the hard soles of boots hitting the stone slabs could be heard intermittently from the end of the alley not far away. The autumn wind howled and picked up the dead leaves scattered on the ground.
"Ron, it's already so late, what do you want from us?" Angus, who kept yawning as he followed Ron and Odo, felt dizzy.
The bone-chilling wind made him keep rubbing his broad and rough palms, and the robe on his body was tightly wrapped around his body.
"Sir Angus, I didn't say anything, I just said I was anxious to see you." Ron walked forward without looking back, glancing at the intersections on both sides of the alley from time to time.
"I say, brother Angus, since you are anxious to see us, don't you already know when you go? Why do you need to ask more questions." Looking at Angus panting, Odo joked again: "Isn't it that you drank too much of that intoxicating spirit, and now you can't even walk stably?"
Angus stopped, put his hands on his knees, and looked up at Odo's disdainful eyes. Then he forced himself to stand up and quickly caught up with the two of them.
“I’ve warned you before, if you drink less of that stuff, you’ll get drunk to death!” Odo mentioned it again. Angus just pretended not to hear and tried his best to keep up with the two of them.
Just as a few people walked to the middle of the alley and were about to turn left, a figure in a robe with a stooped waist walked quickly towards them.
"Who!" Ron immediately pulled out the long sword slung across his body, his legs slightly bent, in a fighting posture.
Odo and Angus, who were following closely behind, also stopped in a hurry and prepared themselves for defense.
Ron shouted loudly and frightened the other party to stop in place, but the black figure did not answer. After a while, he continued to walk towards several people.
"Stop! Who are you? Why are you here late at night?" Ron shouted again, already raising his sword and preparing to rush towards the opponent.
The other party was still striding forward, silently.
Ron's nose slightly twitched, he grasped the hilt of the sword, and rushed forward with a lunge."
The man stopped ten steps away from Ron and raised his hood~
"Lord Galvin?"
Odo and Angus, who were standing aside, also stepped forward at this time.
Seeing Galvin's appearance, Odo seemed to have guessed something. "It seems something really happened -"
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The sound of the door opening outside the study attracted Art's attention, followed by a burst of heavy footsteps.
At stood up slowly and walked towards the study door. Just as he was about to open the door, there was a knock on the door from outside ~
"Master!"
Ron's voice came.
Matt opened the door and saw Angus and the others at a glance. Just as he was letting a few people in, he spotted the dark figure standing behind Angus out of the corner of his eye.
Sir Galvin looked around and lifted his hood, "Father-in-law!" Art looked shocked.
"Quick, come in."
After a few people were seated, Art ordered Ron to pour a glass of wine for everyone sitting there, and then asked the kitchen to prepare some stew soup.
After Ron went out, Art slowly stood up and came to Galvin's side.
"Father-in-law, why are you dressed like this?" Art expressed the question in his heart.
Galvin sighed softly and asked: "Earl of Art, why are there so many guards around the monastery?"
At was shocked and had to look at his father-in-law, who had lived in the palace for a long time, with admiration.
But Galvin is by no means an outsider, and Art has no intention of hiding it.
"That's it, father-in-law," Art walked around the table and returned to his seat. He whispered: "I heard that the monarch is slightly ill. In order to prevent the news from spreading, I strengthened the defense around the monastery."
"Did Doctor Thomas tell you that?" Lord Galvin was a little unhappy and looked serious.
"This~" Art was speechless for a moment, as if every move he made was under the control of his father-in-law.
"You don't have to think too much, I just saw Thomas leaving the monastery by chance. He is the doctor under your care. He will not leave the monastery at will except to report Flanders's situation to you."
Lord Galvin calmed down his mood and continued to ask: "Art, tell me honestly, is Flanders's condition much more serious than what Doctor Thomas told me?" Galvin stood up slowly, holding on to the armrest of the chair.
Matt nodded slightly. He originally did not want to let Lord Galvin know the truth so early. But the matter has reached this point,
there is no need for him to hide it.
"Father-in-law, the king is your nephew and the cousin of Lottie and Phoenix. I really don't know how to tell you." Art's throat was choked.
Odo and Angus, who were sitting aside, were filled with doubts.
"Tell it truthfully." Lord Galvin still maintained a calm tone, but his body was trembling slightly.
Matt took a deep breath, mustered up the courage, and told Galvin truthfully what Thomas said.
Li, his feet weakened and he fell to the ground in an instant -
"Lord Galvin～"
"Master Galvin——"
"Sir, father-in-law!"