Chapter 684 Secret Conversation in the Study
Art gave a knowing smile and said, "You will understand later."
Now that the monarch has left us, although the Welsh Army has brought a large area of land on the Po River plain in northern Lombardy under the jurisdiction of the Province of Wales, I will not relax even if the passage to the southern coastal port of Lombardy is not open. 》
A moment ago, Art’s brows that were relaxed suddenly frowned, full of worry.
"Yes, the monarch suffered an unfortunate death in the battle between the two armies, which was something that no one expected in advance." Robert's tone was full of regret.
When Art went to Longxia to visit Flanders, Robert was also with him. When I first met the next king of Burgundy,
Flender's natural charisma and huge ambition once attracted Robert to him. If he hadn't already served as Art's adviser, Robert would have followed Flanders without hesitation.
"But to take a step back, it seems that the departure of the king is more beneficial to you." Robert changed the topic and hit the depths of Art's heart. "Tell me what you think~" Art did not blame Robert for such "treasonous" words.
Robert moved the chair under him a few steps towards Art, picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine to moisten his throat.
“First, as a monarch, eliminating all potential threats is the basic creed he has always adhered to. From the moment he began to suppress the old-school powerful official Earl Baldwin, it was destined not to end. In fact, since the Welsh Army southward, At the beginning of Lombardy, the monarch personally led his troops to the south. On the one hand, he wanted to use our hands to open up territory for him; on the other hand, seeing himself, the count of southern Xinjiang, going to war with the Lombards with great fanfare, he was bound to test you. That night at the watchtower in Tinetsneburg, he already had the intention to kill you. The reason why he did not kill you is that, apart from the fact that we have a powerful weapon in our hands, the monarch has not yet understood the true strength of the Wells Province and has not discovered you. The evidence of disloyalty, coupled with Lord Galvin's relationship, finally allowed you to escape. The monarch is a suspicious person, but he is also smart. If you get rid of you like this, it will be like cutting off one of his own arms."
Robert elaborated on his point of view. Obviously, the bishop has indeed put a lot of effort into this matter.
"There are two more reasons~" Art, who had been listening quietly to Robert's analysis, suddenly spoke.
"Sir, please speak."
At stood up slowly, and then said: "First, the Welsh Army, as the elite division of the entire Burgundy Kingdom, has been at war with the Lombards. If you get rid of me at this time, I am afraid that the Lombards will plunge their sword into the heart of the Burgundy Kingdom again. This is absolutely unacceptable to the monarch."
“Second, I secretly went to Paris to meet with the King of France, during which the Holy Order was destroyed. Although the King knew about my secret actions, he did not know what kind of agreement I had reached with Paris. Therefore, in the King’s view, although he swore that the Kingdom of Burgundy would return to France under the sect , but he was also afraid that the French royal family would look for an agent again. "
After Art said that, he turned and stood by the window facing the direction of the church, staring quietly at the church spire wrapped in light, without saying a word for a long time. Robert also stood up and walked towards the window.
"Sir, now that the monarch has left and the two princes are still young, now is the perfect time for the Province of Wales to accelerate its expansion." Robert couldn't help but express his thoughts,
"Shut up!"
Art suddenly turned his head and scolded softly.
Having been laying out the plan for many years, why doesn’t he understand this truth? With the current strength of the province of Wales, it is enough to get rid of the control of the Besançon court.
But as a minister, coupled with the marriage relationship with Lord Galvin and worldly vision, now is by no means the best time to leave the court of Besançon.
While his ambitions are growing, Art still maintains a sense of reason in his heart.
"Robert, please remember not to mention this secret conversation between you and me in front of anyone, otherwise~"
"Yes, sir!" Robert nodded in agreement hastily. Art's reminder also made him understand that his thoughts were indeed inappropriate.
dang～
dang～
dang～
The conversation suddenly stopped, and both of them silently looked at the steeple of the church in the city.
As a gentle sound of church bells came from the tower, passed through the streets, around the houses, and resounded throughout the city of Santia.
At this time, the sun began to set in the west.
Looking at such bright sunshine, Art slowly stretched his tired body, raised the wine glass in his hand and drank it all in one gulp.
Dong dong dong~
"Master!"
"Come in!"
Ron pushed open the door and entered.
"Father Robert is here too~ Ron nodded politely towards Robert.
"Ron, what's going on in such a hurry?" Art glanced at the secret letter Ron held in his hand.
"Sir, a secret message came from the Moulin Rouge in Besançon~" Ron stepped forward quickly and handed Art the secret message that had been "translated".
Looking at the anxious expression on Ron's face, Atton felt that something was wrong.
After receiving the secret letter, Art couldn't wait to open the mailbox that was curled up to the size of a finger.
The secret message contained only a few short sentences, but Art felt that the thin piece of paper held between his fingertips was particularly heavy.
"It seems that this old guy, Duke Witott, has come to this point and still wants to make a final struggle. In this case, don't blame me for being cruel!"
At hit the table with a hammer, his eyes filled with anger.
"Sir~" Robert took two steps forward. It was easy to tell from Art's expression that something must have gone wrong again.
Taking the secret message that Art held in his hand, Robert glanced at it quickly.
"Sir, I'm afraid the assassination of the monarch cannot be concealed~" Robert sighed softly after reading the contents on the paper.
As soon as Robert finished speaking, Art strode to the official table, picked up the quill in his hand, and quickly wrote four secret messages.
The first secret letter was sent to Lord Galvin and Phoenix, who were still escorting Flanders back to Besancon. He informed them that the news of the assassination of King Flanders had spread throughout Besancon a few days ago, and urged the escort team to speed up and return to Besancon as soon as possible.
The second secret letter was written to the Eagle Eye in the city of Besançon, instructing Emery to secretly dig out the spies installed by the Lombardy Palace in Besançon. The last two letters were written to Fort Marci and the city of Beaune on the western border. In the secret letter, Art ordered the two territories to secretly send the soldiers they had secretly recruited to the city of Santia and hand them over to the command of Phoenix to stabilize the situation in Besançon.
"Ron, please immediately have these letters translated into cipher text and send them out quickly without delay!"
"Yes, sir!" Ron put away the secret letters on the table and ran out the door.
"Sir, we must speed up the capture of Sauronburg. Once the Duke of Lombardy does not have this barrier, he will no longer be able to make any waves." Robert can always see through the core of the problem at a glance.
"You are right, once Sauron Castle is in our hands, the Duke of Lombardy will be a lamb to be slaughtered!"
H When Ron walked out of the mansion and ran towards the Chinese army command camp not far away, a pair of sharp eyes in the crowd on the street instantly spotted his figure. Then he followed Ron all the way until his figure disappeared on the other side of the Sheriff's Department gate.
Not long after, Ron appeared at the gate of the Sheriff's Department again. At this time, the man who had been keeping an eye on Ron came out of a tavern opposite the police station and strode towards Ron.
"Brother Ron!"
Ron, who was about to return, heard a voice coming from behind him, suddenly stopped and turned around.
"Sir Leander!" Ron recognized Leander who was dressed in casual clothes at a glance.
Just when Ron was wondering why Leander suddenly appeared in Santia City, looking at the red face of the Longxia officer who had defeated him completely and the smell of alcohol all over his body, Ron immediately understood the reason.
Hence, with Leander's warm invitation, Ron followed Leander to the tavern opposite the Sheriff's Department.
"Brother, bring me the best wine and meat in your store~" As soon as he sat down, Leonde asked the bartender to serve wine and food.
"Two adults, please wait a moment, we will be here soon!" The bartender shouted and ran to the kitchen.
"Brother Ron, you lords are so partial," Leond half-squinted his eyes, looking drunk, "Why can you drink, eat, eat, and sleep with women in this city, while our soldiers of the Guards can only stay in that damn place with nothing."
Looking at Leander's complaints, Ron didn't know how to answer for a moment.
In his eyes, the old soldiers of the Palace Guards were not easy to serve at all. Take the Guardsmen under Sir David as an example. Although they fought bravely, they also had a bad temper.
Since Sir Leander was already a little drunk, Ron had to find another topic.
“I heard that the brothers of the Guards killed many Lombards who patrolled the city in the south, and chopped off the heads of those bastards.” Ron’s memory of this incident was particularly fresh. On the way to explore Lundborg last night, he saw heads hanging on the trees, which reminded Ron of the time Art ordered people to chop off the heads of bandits in the mountains many years ago. It was hard for him to believe that these old soldiers actually had such similarities with his own old man. It was simply unbelievable.
Hearing Ron's question, Leander instantly became interested and grinned: "To tell you the truth, I asked my men to hang three of the heads. I only used three moves to knock down these bastards!"
Leander's combat power was high and low. Ron had personally experienced it, so he naturally believed what Leander said.
“Sir Leander, I have experienced your bravery~” Ron said and put the accessories that Leander had given him on the table.
Leonder smiled knowingly, "Do you still remember what I said when I gave you the sword?"
"Of course I remember, for this reason, I have been practicing my sword skills hard, just to be able to defeat you one day!" Ron's eyes instantly ignited fighting spirit.
Leander laughed loudly, patted Ron on the shoulder, and said excitedly: "Okay, I'll wait!"
While speaking, the bartender had already placed a large pot of apple stewed wild boar, a roast chicken and two glasses of beer on the table.
"Come, brother Ron," Leander picked up the wine glass, "Cheers to our friendship!"
"Cheers!"
"By the way, why hasn't the monarch ordered the attack on Sauronburg? I'm still waiting to chop off a few more Lombard heads in exchange for rewards!"
"Monarch?" Ron's heart suddenly tightened.