The Original Vampire

　　 The winter three years ago.

　　 A snowy night.

　　 The Marquis of Garcia hurried back to Wintery City.

　　 All the way into the Lion's Roar, the Lord Marquis did not even change his clothes, so he went straight to the Duke's study.

　　 "咚咚."

"Come in."

　　 The Marquis of Garcia pushed in, and there was only the Duke of St. Hild in the study.

　　 "It's been hard all the way. Sit down, have a glass of ale, and get warm."

　　 The Marquis of Garcia took the glass from his brother and drank it in one fell swoop.

　　 The wind, frost, ice and cold along the way were completely driven out of the body.

　　 "What's wrong with finding me back in such a hurry?"

　　 "How is the situation on the front line?"

　　 "It's still the same, Gambik has been scared by me, shrinking in the military fort and dare not go out into the field."

　　 "Hehe, that old tortoise!"

　　 The Marquis of Garcia poured himself another glass of ale and sipped himself while waiting for his brother's text.

　　 He knew very well that the Duke was so anxious to summon himself back, definitely not for the few questions just now.

　　 "Someone suggested to me a strategy that can help you draw Gambik out of the turtle shell."

　　 "Oh? Tell me!" The Marquis Garcia suddenly became interested.

　　 "First, you must retreat from the front line."

　　 "This alone is probably not enough."

　　 "Well, your black cavalry will also withdraw."

　　 "Who is the defense of the front line entrusted to?"

　　 "Charles."

　　 Hearing this, the Marquis García frowned. He hesitated for a while, and said in a deliberate tone: "Charles... I'm afraid he still lacks some experience."

　　 "Hehe, if you don't let a little boy go to the front, how can you make Gambik get out of the tortoise shell?"

　　 "But war is not a trifling matter. If you do this, it is very likely to be self-defeating and bring a disastrous defeat to the North Territory!"

　　 "Success always comes at a price!" The Duke of St. Hilde's eyes were very firm, "This time, I am ready to ruin an army!"

　　 "What?" The Marquis Garcia was horrified and almost thought his brother was crazy.

　　 But the solemn expression of the Duke of St. Hild did not seem to be joking at all, so he continued to say:

　　 "I ask you, if the Black Cavalry encounters Gambik's troll army in the wild unsuspectingly, how sure are you to win?"

　　 "If Gambique is unprepared, if there is no castle nearby to avoid, then I am very sure!" The tone of the Marquis Garcia revealed strong self-confidence.

"Okay! Then we will come to a complete battle!" The Duke of St. Hilde slapped the table heavily and said flatly, "I have had enough of those lingering trolls, and I will completely cut them off to reach the north. The claws of the world!

　　 So, you come down and change Charles up.

　　 Just let him lose one game and let Gambik have a good taste of victory.

　　 After the trolls looted in the north, they naturally returned to the Troll King City with their belongings and glory.

　　 At that time, you can lead the black cavalry to catch up and kill them by surprise! "

The Marquis of Garcia still frowned: "Even if you are willing to ruin an army, you are willing to send the northern city to the troll for looting, but how can you guarantee that the troll will be defenseless when it retreats? "

　　 "This requires us to act in a scene."

　　 "How to act?"

　　 "I transferred you away from the front line and fell into the eyes of those with a heart. I would definitely think that I was beginning to be jealous of you. Therefore, you can also show some dissatisfaction with me in due course...

In addition, there will be a large number of private armies of lords in the army that Charles buried. This will inevitably arouse the dissatisfaction of various families in the north. Then someone will instigate it, and it will easily cause you to try to gather and be dissatisfied. Lords, want to fight my situation.

　　At this time, the trolls will definitely feel that we are overwhelmed and will not be guarded..."

　　 "Did you forget a key question?" Marquis Garcia interrupted suddenly.

"what is the problem?"

"Will I be really dissatisfied with you?" Marquis Garcia's eyes flickered. "If Charles really fails on the front line and ruins a northern army. By then, will my black cavalry be even more uncontrollable. ?"

　　 The Duke of St. Hilde laughed suddenly: "Do you know, when Talos Uman proposed this strategy to me, I also considered whether you would have the possibility of doing a fake show."

　　 "This is the strategy proposed by Count Uman? Okay, what do you think? Will I do a fake show?"

　　 The Duke of St. Hilde did not directly answer this question, but went on to say what he said just now: "At that time, I was thinking, if Talos hadn't thought that you might do a fake show, it would be okay.

　　 If he thought about it, but then deliberately missed it...

　　 Either, he is extremely confident in the relationship between the two of us and feels that we cannot turn our heads away, or he is hiding evil intentions and pretending to deal with the trolls, but in fact he wants to cause civil unrest in the North! "

　　 The Marquis of Garcia was taken aback for a moment, then looked down at the wine glass in his hand, as if he was also thinking about the real intentions of Count Uman.

　　 But the Duke of St. Hilde did not give his brother more time to think, and directly said his thoughts:

　　 "No matter what Talos Uman's true intentions are, but I know that you will not betray me."

　　 "You are so confident?" The Marquis Garcia looked cold, "When I have the power to control the situation in the north, how can you be sure that I will not be tempted?"

　　 "Of course you will be tempted. But betrayal is just not enough for the price of loyalty. So, I will add to your loyalty!"

　　 "What code to add?"

　　 "After Charles is defeated, he will be deprived of the position of Marquis."

"That's it?"

　　 "Of course it doesn't stop." The Duke of St. Hild smiled and continued, "Vera will inherit the position of Marquis!"

　　 The Marquis Garcia's eyes narrowed.

　　 He finally moved his heart.

　　 But then he felt deeply puzzled: "In order to eliminate the threat of the troll, are you willing to pay such a high price?"

　　 "No. It's not just a threat of trolls." The Duke of Saint-Hilde shook his head grimly.

"Who else?"

　　 "Do you know where the biggest threat to our North Territory now comes from?"

　　 "Isn't it a troll?"

　　The Duke of St. Hild shook his head again, and said in a deep voice:

　　 "External threats will only make us stronger and more united, but will not crush us.

　　Only threats from within are the things that can truly corrupt the foundation of the ruling family of Saint Hild! "

　　 The Marquis of Garcia was stunned for a moment before he realized what his brother was talking about: "You mean, those lords in the north?"

　　 "That's right!" The Duke of St. Hilde gritted his teeth, "Do you know how many direct territories are still under the name of the St. Hilde family?

　　 Do you know how many years the family has been struggling to make ends meet?

　　 Do you know why I have refused to prohibit trade with trolls?

　　 Didn’t I know that this kind of trade is actually about acquiring enemies?

　　 But what can I do?

The 　　 family needs this profit!

　　 It seems that the entire North Territory belongs to me~www.NovelMTL.com~ But now, I would even hesitate to canonize a little baron for a long time!

　　 and you!

　　 my good brother!

　　You keep the troll out of the north, which is of course a good thing.

　　 However, this also completely blocked the replacement of the old and new northern lord!

　　 If the trolls cannot come in, no one will be deprived of the title because of the loss of territory. Therefore, there are more and more nobles in the north, but less and less land under the name of the family!

　　 You always complain that I don’t want to reward your meritorious officials, but you don’t want to think about it.

　　 Or I will give you the title of duke!

　　 You are here to take care of this northern border! "

　　 The Marquis Garcia looked at his angry brother and didn't know what to say for a while.

　　 In the silence, an abnormal red flashed across the face of the Duke of St. Hild, which was caught by the Marquis Garcia: "Brother, your injury..."

　　 "I can't die for a while!" The Duke of St. Hild gasped, "but it didn't take long to live."

　　 The Marquis of Garcia looked sad.

　　 "Brother, help me this time!

　　 I will bear all the costs and all the notoriety!

　　 As long as you are willing to help me, the Saint Hild family will be reborn from the ashes!

　　 And this new Northland will also be handed over to your biological daughter! "

　　 The Marquis of Garcia did not speak.

　　The Duke of St. Hilde still stared at his brother's eyes, as if he would never give up if he didn't agree.

　　 There was a long silence in the room.

　　 There was only a crackle of burning wood coming from the fireplace.

　　 I don’t know how long it took, Marquis Garcia finally let out a long sigh:

　　 "Okay, I will help you."