strokinit Chapter 234 Have the guts to reveal the coordinates
Chapter 234 Have the guts to reveal the coordinates
Richard looked at the dozens of grand and impressive buildings inside the "Magnificent Architecture" section.
He was particularly eager to see those things labeled "super-large-scale lethal defensive structures".
Think about it...
If you don't like someone, you can just unleash a divine intervention and bring justice to the world—the scene would be too beautiful!
But he didn't rush back to Chiffon because a message from Wolfsburg made him postpone his trip.
--The Wolf King summons.
have to.
The father and son are about to meet again.
...
Stepping into the familiar Wolf Fortress once again, the stone-paved corridors remain solemn, with portraits of ancestors hanging on the walls.
It was as if they were scrutinizing this wolf cub who had recently become quite the sensation in the corridor.
The old butler, still dressed in his crisply starched black suit, stood silently outside the Earl's study.
"housekeeper!"
Richard smiled and waved hello.
"Do you still have any 30-year-old Elven Moonlight Brew? The Earl almost drank the whole bottle last time, and I didn't get to drink much. Bring me another bottle to rinse my mouth later!"
The old butler, with his unchanging professional smile, reached out and pushed open the study door, bowing slightly as he said:
"I'm so sorry, there are only two bottles left. They are the last of the treasured wines from the Wolfsburg collection. However, a bottle of ten-year-old wine has been decanted for you in the study. Please come in."
Richard stopped at the door, but instead of going in, he deliberately raised his voice and shouted:
"There are two bottles left? This wine is delicate and can't be stored for long. Why don't you bring it out now to treat me?"
The study was quiet; unlike last time, there were no instructions from the Earl.
The old butler simply maintained a smile, keeping his eyes down, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.
mean!
Richard pursed his lips, muttered something, straightened his clothes, and stopped joking as he stepped into the study.
...
Upon entering, he adhered to the proper aristocratic etiquette, bowing respectfully with a composed demeanor.
"Lord Chiffon, Baron Richard, greets Your Excellency the Earl."
Griffin sat upright behind his desk, his cold and stern face showing little emotion. He simply hummed softly and looked Richard up and down.
Richard straightened up, neither dodging nor avoiding, and looked back calmly.
Silence fell over the study...
...
After a long while, Griffin finally spoke calmly, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger.
"Recently, the name of chiffon cake has been spreading throughout the North, from the highest nobility to all the taverns and inns. It seems I underestimated you."
Richard smiled.
After bowing, he resumed his somewhat playful attitude, walked to the reception table, and casually pulled out a chair to sit down.
"There's a saying on the distant Green Bamboo Continent: gold always shines. Perhaps, now is the time when I, Richard, am shining the brightest."
This slightly flippant tone added a tiny change to Griffin's perpetually unchanging face.
It's hard to tell whether it's sarcasm or praise.
He tapped the table: "After causing such a commotion, don't you have anything to say to me?"
"No." Richard shook his head, picked up the decanter, and poured himself a glass of wine.
The count seemed not to hear his answer and continued asking to himself:
"When did you start studying the mysteries of magic, and from which corner did you recruit dozens of war mages? There aren't that many idle war mages in the North."
coming.
However, Richard was prepared. He picked up his wine glass, took a small sip, and spoke in an extremely nonchalant tone.
"One sunny morning, I went fishing by the river and happened to meet a group of homeless fishermen."
"Since we were just killing time, we got together and started sparring. Who knew they were a group of war mages? So we ended up talking about the principles of magic and some design ideas."
"As we were chatting, they suddenly seemed to have an epiphany. Actually, it had little to do with me; it was all just hearsay from outside."
This answer was extremely perfunctory.
That's an insult to their intelligence. If it were an ordinary nobleman, they would probably be furious by now.
But Griffin remained calm, as if he had expected this answer. He didn't press the matter further and instead asked:
"There are also rumors that recently many people have seen a Unicorn Knights in the wild. I heard that some people have even seen their family crest on their breastplates, which is a storm cloud pattern. Is that your Chiffon's army?"
"Ah! You mean that!" Richard clapped his hands suddenly, revealing a look of realization mixed with a bit of embarrassment.
"It's all a misunderstanding. That wasn't a real unicorn, just an ordinary packhorse. You know, I'm quite concerned about my image."
"So they had someone stick a crystal-polished horn on the horse's forehead. When the sunlight shone on it, it sparkled and looked very impressive."
...
The study fell silent again.
Earl of the Wolf slowly stood up, walked around the desk, and went to the window, gazing at the courtyard outside and the hazy mountain shadows in the distance.
Are you still angry that I didn't tell you about the plan to purge the forces of light from the North?
Richard smiled calmly:
"How could that be? You are a lord, and I am a vassal. It would be unreasonable for you to consult with a lowly baron like me on everything."
That's what he said, but he still had to pretend to be angry to get by, otherwise it would be hard to explain away so many unicorns.
Griffin had his back to him, and his voice was low.
"This involves a power struggle between the Empire and the Papacy, and it's far-reaching. Telling you in advance won't do you any good."
Richard swirled his wine glass without answering, because he truly understood the point.
The Northern Frontier wiped out all the forces of light in the North, eliminating over seven hundred knights of light, hundreds of priests, and a high priest.
What about the Vatican's counterattack?
It started with a vicious plague!
As a result, in a short period of time, it claimed the lives of more than a million free people, severely damaging the Northern Territory.
And this was just the first splash of blood from the initial collision.
The fierce competition between industry giants can easily crush even the smallest bit of damage into dust.
He was indeed troubled by this at the time, which is why he angrily confronted the other party. The frustration of being kept in the dark was really unbearable.
However, as time went by and his strength increased, he had long since calmed down.
Unfortunately, I can't really answer those questions from Earl of the Wolf, so I might as well pretend that I'm still angry!
Even a perfunctory answer is still an answer. The other party can't just keep pressing for details and disregard all their dignity, can they?
...
Seeing Richard silently drinking, Griffin continued, "I originally hoped that Chiffon Territory could stay away from this vortex and develop and grow in peace, but what you've done..."
His tone was ambiguous, neither blaming nor anything else; he simply paused.
"You just had to jump out in a high-profile way, raising the banner of making money through medical treatment, and dragging yourself into this mess."
"The Vatican has suffered such a great loss because of your methods, they will definitely see you as a thorn in their side. If you are targeted in the future, don't blame me for not warning you."
Richard neither confirmed nor denied it.
The Holy See of Light?
If you've got the guts, show your butt... I mean, show your coordinates!
Besides...
"The Stars can't just stand by and watch me, a meritorious official, be bullied by the Holy See, can they? Wouldn't that be a slap in the face to the Empire?"