Half-elf Notebook

"Is it possible that the King was involved in all this..."

Feisong, who had been in shock for a moment, suddenly woke up with a start, and then scolded his nephew harshly:

"Stop your unwarranted offense, Fesong!"

Even under the extremely mysterious magic barrier, he still remembered where he was - the Brunsel Administrative Palace in the royal capital of Kashivia.

This is the place where the king handles government affairs and receives envoys.

Here, the king's eyes and ears are like shadows cast by the magic lamp, omnipresent and difficult to detect.

Even though the Sword of the Throne had temporarily left the capital, no one dared to assert that the king would be powerless against the partition spell in the Executive Palace.

However, at this moment, the Duke's voice broke through the brief silence, deep and majestic:

"Go on, we need to understand every possibility so we can make better decisions."

Feisong's expression changed from serious to solemn, and he began to state his speculation:

"Don't you think that in Prince Perry's expression, his father, the king's position is very subtle? The king seems to know nothing about this, no... acquiesced to all this happening."

"That doesn't mean anything. The king has many things to deal with and consider."

"Mediating trade with neighboring countries, weighing recruitment for various fortresses, appropriation requests, financial expenditures, emergency handling of disasters in some places, such as the cold wave this year, which caused a reduction in grain production... and petitions from various places from time to time requesting a joint effort to eliminate bandit gangs and insurgents, etc."

"——Many times, the king is unaware of the open conflicts between the conservatives and us. This has always been the case with the relationship between kings and dukes. How can he pay attention to his own heirs and the little things they are secretly planning?"

The Count, who was dressed in aristocratic attire similar to a military coat, pointed out the problems in Fesong's statement and refuted it.

"But this is the royal capital of Kashivia."

Fei Song's tone suddenly became heavier:

"The subordinates that Prince Perry mentioned are just guards, knights, and intelligence personnel trained or hired by the royal family.

——And the person they actually serve loyally is the king. Even if he knows nothing about the plot between the two factions, he can see something from Prince Perry's preparations. "

Feisong deliberately paused for two seconds, and the earls all breathed slower.

They know.

This may sound like nonsense and speculation, but it is not entirely without reason.

Because that is the king, the current king who can suppress the conservatives during his time in power!

Nothing that happened to him was surprising.

Otherwise, how could the power of the kingdom change when it came into his hands...

Fei Song continued his statement:

"As long as the king hands these findings over to the kingdom's intelligence department and lets the most knowledgeable minds in the kingdom think about it, it won't take long for them to figure out the second prince's little thoughts.

——From the time the princesses’ itinerary was written into the kingdom’s schedule to the time they arrived at various cities in Cyrilor Province, the time span was already more than a month.”

"If the king needs it, we can send more silver-level professionals to escort him at any time, or directly warn the two factions."

“But he acquiesced.”

The Duke said in a heavy tone:

"But why is this arrangement made? If you want to take this opportunity to weaken the conservatives, the forces of our two factions can be directly liquidated at the imperial meeting just now."

Duke Eric frowned.

The power game is not a war, and the parties are not armies that have no soldiers to reinforce in the enemy country.

The long-term and limited consumption seems to have gradually eroded the factional power, but in fact it is often far from what expected.

On the contrary, the lifespan of an excellent decision maker is limited, and the opportunities and calculations available to him to use effectively are also limited.

Neither the conservative nor the new-school aristocrats are fools. At least the same plan will only have less and less effect.

"It works well against us, but it's a little less than expected against conservatives."

"Of course, this is just my idea."

Fei Song answered his father's question humbly:

"Killing the crown prince is not enough to deprive Eric's family of their titles, but the new faction only has one duke. If you, father, are sent to prison, the family will inevitably fight among themselves over the position of the duke's agent, and the new faction will be like a pile of loose sand."

"But the conservatives won't. It will only be the Norman family that will decline."

"And throughout the history of the conservative faction, the Norman family has not always been the leader."

"As Count Fillet said, the royalists and the royal family are not our enemies, and we are not the main target of the royal family and the royalists either. The king will not give the conservatives a chance to destroy and annex the new faction."

After hearing this, Earl Eric stroked the jewels in his hand and asked hesitantly:

"But the king will not let this go, will he? He has lost a daughter, and our two factions have indeed trampled on the authority of the royal family."

"Uncle, who said it's over just like that?"

Fei Song sighed:

"The king never said he would not pursue the matter. He just said he had not found the criminal or evidence yet."

"Use the prince's hand to contain the two factions and the two dukes."

Duke Eric suddenly clasped his ten fingers together, and his blue eyes seemed to become a little gloomy:

"So what was the king's original goal? What could make him personally send his two biological daughters to our "arena"?"

"I want to hear wild guesses."

In this way, he might get some inspiration.

The Duke knew that what he got might be a wrong, ridiculous answer, or even just a waste of time - but he had the time to waste.

He was willing to waste time on this illusory answer.

"Didn't Prince Perry say that?"

"The title of a duke and the government of four provinces."

Fei Song spread his hands calmly, with a hint of helplessness in his words.

An answer that is unexpected but expected.

Count Heimer opened his mouth, as if he wanted to refute or ask a question.

And in the end, he asked a question that sounded very stupid.

"Isn't the king afraid that the conservatives will be forced into rebellion?"

When Prince Perry came, everyone did not focus their attention and thoughts in this direction.

But now that I have calmed down, I realize that it is not easy to deprive a duke of his title.

Even the prey will struggle desperately before death, let alone a powerful duke?

Besides... the conservatives are still the aristocratic faction that owns half of the kingdom's territory, has the largest number of troops and private armies, and is the richest.

More than one-third of the changes of countries in human history came from the rebellion of the nobles - even the Fulante royal family itself.

Initially, it was just a noble family in the former principality.

"So there are two princesses heading to the disputed city."

This question did not surprise Fei Song. He answered seriously and patiently:

"Once you successfully drag us into this, the plan can truly begin."

"The king needs the new faction to remain neutral... or at least unable to intervene."

Duke Eric spoke with a firm tone, he had roughly figured out the direction.

"Yes, but I'm afraid it's more than that."

Fei Song smiled calmly:

"The king has to face not only the conservatives, but also the Banwater Kingdom, which is eyeing the kingdom covetously. War is a prepared measure, but the king must ensure that no matter what happens, there will be no mistakes."

"At that time, he will surely mobilize the King and send the 50,000 troops stationed in the Binglun Fortress in the Northern Territory. In the Northern Territory, the Binglun Fortress needs a new army and a new duke to garrison it."

Duke Eric couldn't help but take a deep breath and frowned.

Prison and stationed in the north...if the king gave him the opportunity to choose, the answer would be obvious.

He would even be grateful for the king's kindness.

So he remained silent, and along with him, the other earls in the room remained silent.

They obviously understood this and could even glimpse the outline of how this conjecture would turn into reality.

The Duke of Normandy has no chance of winning.

There is no question whether the other two dukes will support the Conservative leader's self-interest.

The Sword of the Throne, who was able to lead a makeshift coalition army of 30,000 to defeat an army of nearly 20,000 orcs, and kill one and seriously injure the other in a battle with two gold-rank orc chieftains.

A gold-rank soldier under the command of Duke Careia, the king's most elite army of 50,000 soldiers who have experienced endless frost and war.

It is not something that any force within the kingdom can contend with.

"So, do we comply with Prince Perry's request, or not?"

The Duke looked at everyone calmly. Although he was asking, there was no trace of inquiry or hesitation in his tone. It was obvious that he already had an answer in his mind.

"Of course there is no need to comply."

Fei Song took over his father's words. After all, this was the answer he had deduced, and he announced on his behalf:

"After all, whether His Royal Highness Prince Perry informed or not, the one who ultimately decides when to pursue responsibility and charges is still the King on the throne."