The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

As the letter landed on the table, Neville frowned and said in a deep voice: "Saint Easter... Does he want to do something at this time..."

Isabella crossed her arms, turned sideways and said to Neville, "He does want to do something, but the purpose of the letter is to encourage us to do it first."

Looking at Isabella's stern profile, Neville touched his chin, stared at the letters scattered on the table and sneered:

"Saint Easter wants to start a big war."

Eddington walked forward slowly, stood in front of the desk and said expressionlessly: "Although Saint East has a reputation as a mad dog, it is impossible for him not to recognize the situation. At this time, he wrote a letter to urge us to stop the military exercise of the Yan people..."

"No good intention."

As soon as she finished speaking, Isabella chuckled, picked up a letter from the mail, looked at Neville and said, "General Neville, why don't you take a look at the contents of this letter first."

Neville agreed and walked up to take the letter from Isabella. Isabella picked up the golden floristry scissors on the table, turned and walked to the windowsill in front of the desk, and slowly trimmed the pot of violets on the windowsill.

It is mid-April, the time when violets are in full bloom. The violets in the flowerpots are lush, but they appear in two different colors. The rose-red variety is Francesca, and the purple one is Abella.

The purple flowers overshadowed the red flowers, so Isabella began to prune the branches and leaves, carefully cutting off the purple buds that had not yet bloomed to create more space for the red Francesca to bloom.

While she was trimming, Neville's face became more and more gloomy as he read the letter. His lips moved constantly but no sound came out.

Eddington, who was standing aside, looked out of the open window. The night wind blew slowly into the room. Although it was April, it was still a little chilly at night.

Along with the faint sound of wind, he felt as if he heard the sound of artillery fire, which made him raise his eyebrows.

Ever since the Yan country's naval exercise began, the sound of artillery fire at sea could be heard from time to time in the past two days. Sometimes it was near, sometimes far, sometimes sparse, sometimes dense, and no matter whether it was day or night, the sound of artillery fire was always around.

This made everyone in Port Pulton nervous all the time. After coming here with Isabella today, he also found that the people who came here early all looked very bad. It was obvious that the military exercise made them unable to sleep well.

Just as Eddington was thinking quietly, Neville's voice rang out beside him:

"Your Majesty, I have finished reading it." Neville folded the letter, put it back into the envelope, and gently placed it on the table.

Isabella, with her back to him, still trimming the flowers, asked calmly, "What do you think?"

Neville replied:

"As Eddington said, with ill intentions."

"After the last naval battle, I think Saint Ist has been acting unruly. Now they are so eager for us to launch countermeasures. It is obvious that they want to see a war between our country and Yan country immediately."

"Although he said that he would join the war and stand on the same front with us, the naval battle had already caused heavy casualties to their navy, and the warships they could show off were not worth mentioning."

Hearing this, Isabella accidentally cut off a whole plant of Arbella. She frowned and said:

"But he also said in the letter that if we don't take countermeasures, he will also launch a counterattack against the Yan Kingdom fleet that intruded into the territorial waters."

Neville shook his head and said disdainfully: "I don't think so."

As soon as he finished speaking, Eddington frowned and said, "Everyone knows that Saint Easter is a mad dog. He will bite people when he is cornered. I think he will really do that."

Neville looked at Eddington and said coldly, "This is no small fight. How could he not know that the military strength of the Yan people at sea is extraordinary?"

Eddington stroked his chin and said, "There are only wrong names, but no wrong nicknames."

Neville's face darkened and he fell silent.

Isabella turned around at this time: "No matter what he thinks, I don't want him to do anything to intensify the conflict at this time."

"I must warn him severely."

Neville looked at Isabella in surprise, only to find that her expression was very cold, even frosty.

"Why is that?" Neville asked puzzled.

Isabella said indifferently: "Because it will infringe on our interests."

"If they go to war with the Yan people at this time, I believe the subsequent war will spread to our country. When that time comes, Saint Easter will definitely ask us for help. This is almost inevitable."

"There are too many reasons for us to join the war, and the consequences are currently unpredictable, but we know without thinking that this will inevitably cause us to suffer considerable losses."

"And once... a situation of defeat occurs."

Isabella paused, put down the gardening shears in her hand, and then said coldly: "The situation in this world will change completely."

After these words were spoken, Neville's face became uglier than ever.

Eddington also followed up at this time and said: "Your Majesty has sent Sir Naomi to Hungary. I believe he will be able to persuade Saint Easter of his reckless idea in time."

Neville breathed a sigh of relief: "Then this... this is a good arrangement."

Isabella said coldly: "I hope that Saint Este is just confused for a moment, and is not deliberately leading to the outbreak of war."

"As long as the war breaks out, the current situation in Leon Continent will definitely change. Is he betting on it?"

"What a disobedient fellow." Isabella crossed her arms and snorted coldly, which was rare.

Neville nodded, but asked, "Your Majesty, what is Figus's attitude now?"

Isabella pursed her lips and said, "Oh, Figus? He is very obedient now. No, obedient is not enough to describe him."

"They suffered no losses in the last naval battle, but to my surprise, their attitude has changed dramatically."

"In my opinion, it seems that the Shenglu people...are going to submit to the Yan people...sigh." When Isabella said this, a rare bitter smile appeared on her face.

"This spineless, opportunistic guy is so annoying. He needs to be severely whipped later." As she said this, she crossed her arms again, with a cold light in her eyes.

Neville sighed: "The impact of the previous naval defeat was too great."

Isabella pouted and said, "So I don't want to see this situation happen again, and in order to avoid it from happening again."

"We must put an end to war. If there is no war, there will be no defeat."

"Speaking of which, when will these guys who are making such a commotion in the sea stop? I seem to be getting really anxious after coming here. Will their commander agree to meet with me?"

Having said that, Isabella turned and looked at the pot of violets that had been trimmed and whose red and purple colors had become harmonious.