Realm of Power

"A bunch of cowards!" Tirango cursed in a low voice with an angry look on his face, "Our soldiers are fighting hard for the glory of the family at the front. Besides worrying about this and that every day, what else do you political officers do?"

"General Commander Tirango!" Baron Milo, the property officer, said in a soft voice, "Warriors need weapons to arm soldiers, horses to ration knights, and food to feed soldiers. Without these, what will you use to fight? What will you do? We fight for the glory of the family, aren’t we fighting for the glory of the family?”

"That's enough. Today's meeting only discusses one thing." Dardaniel waved his hand with a gloomy face to stop the quarrel. "How can our Dardaniel family capture Sartos while avoiding the threat of Samor?" !”

"This is almost impossible! The Samor people have always been very strong. It is impossible to just sit back and watch others interfere with their sphere of influence." Baron Fenlang hesitated and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and glanced at Dardani with fear from the corner of his eyes. Erhe glanced at him and said with a slight tremor in his voice.

"Unless, unless we join forces with the Dylans family, there may still be some hope of competing against Summer!"

"Asshole!" Tirango jumped up as if he had been stabbed in the butt by a needle, and shouted with blood-red eyes.

"Do you want our noble Dardanelle family to unite with that despicable woman? Have you forgotten how Master Feletus died? If the patriarch hadn't allowed it, I would have led the army to attack the nest. The car is gone!"

"Tirango!" Dardanirh clenched his hands and yelled with a livid face, "This is a meeting to decide the future destiny of the family, not a personal performance venue. Although the Dylans family has a blood feud with us, this is a once-in-a-lifetime meeting." In the face of opportunities, personal grudges must be put aside.”

"But my lord, Master Feletus..." Tirango looked at Dardanirh's livid face and was speechless. A hot tear hung in the corner of Dardanirh's eye. A friend who grew up with the former heir of the Dardanelle family, Tirango knew very well the importance of Feletus in Dardanelle's heart. If the heir he had painstakingly cultivated had not died unexpectedly, Dardanelle would have reached the end of his life. Why did Neerh have to plan this war himself?

"Let's do this!" Dardanirh said in a dull voice, his body trembling slightly, as if he was enduring extreme pain. He closed his eyes for a while, and when he opened them again, his haggard and old expression seemed to have aged ten years. In the year, he waved to Baron Finlan with weak arms, "You immediately go to Wocheze on behalf of the Dardanelle family and tell Dylan Kelly that as long as we form a military alliance, our Dardanelle family is willing to Give up the Haas area in the lower south!"

"Sir, you are the wisest person in the world!" Seeing Dardanirh stamping his family seal on the document, Baron Fenlang bowed respectfully and picked up the alliance document he had just signed from the table. Disappeared in the lobby corridor of the Dardanelle family mansion.

On an early autumn night, the bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the pale moonlight covers the city of Rivadin with a layer of white sand. Only at this time does the noisy downtown on the outskirts of the city get a trace of peace. The shops in the market have been closed, and the merchants are beginning to think about the day. With the income, the carriages transporting goods are gradually becoming rarer. The lights in the city are constantly lighting up, just like the stars under the night.

After nearly 2 years of hard work by Fatty, Rivadin City has grown from a medium-sized city to a real big city. The population has tripled, reaching an objective 150,000 people. The outer city has also been expanded three times. The road is the original city of Zivadin,

Between the second and third city walls, there are more than ten large cargo terminals and large warehouses, spanning both sides of the Satsuma Rijiang River that passes through the city. Merchant ships can enter the city terminal through the expanded waterway, and after loading with goods, return to the city. Leaving Rivadin along the river, during the busiest market opening period, merchant ships carrying goods are like schools of fish crossing the river, shuttling in an endless stream through the seven tall gates of Rivadin.

A round-bellied Samoan military transport ship, twice as big as the Mandarin merchant ship, staggered to the shore in the dark night. Other merchant ships crowded around it swayed. The bustling night market pier in the past was now filled with densely packed Samoan boats. Moer soldiers, three steps to one post, five steps to one sentry, and groups of heavily armed patrols shuttled back and forth. When they saw the transport ship docking, Salon, the captain of the guard who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stepped forward to greet him. The sampan of the transport ship A fat man appears on the screen.

The fat man stepped off the boat and got into an arranged black carriage. Hundreds of Samoan Guards cavalry were following on both sides of the carriage. The beautiful moonlight fell on the carriage. In the silent night, only the "creak" of the wheels and the tapping of the horse's hooves could be heard. The crisp sound of the stone path

"Have Miss Jones Nelly received it yet?" The fat man leaned on the velvet sofa in the carriage and asked Salon opposite. A day's sailing made the fat man feel that his frame had been shaken away. From Kyoto to Zhivadin, he took the bus. It takes two days and one day by boat.

"Yes, sir," Salon responded respectfully, "The day after we received the letter from your Lord, we waited for Miss Jones Nelly at the contact point in Hasian Town. Although there was a little accident, fortunately there was no accident. What’s the big deal!”

"Little accident?" The fat man stood up from the sofa with an indignant expression, "What happened? Is there anyone who dares to harm Miss Jones Nelly in my territory!"

"No, sir, we found the pursuer behind Miss Jones Nelly's carriage." Salon saw the fat man's nervous expression and quickly reported, "After interrogation, it was found that he is from the Dishak family in Kyoto, and he is still detained in Ziva. Ding's dungeon, if necessary."

"No need, you guys deal with it!" The fat man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he was just a pursuer, and waved his hand to Salon. The fat man had no interest in interrogating such a little guy.

"I don't want to expose the fig leaf of the Kyoto conservatives yet. As long as the time is right and we don't need to get involved, they will fight on their own. Let's talk about the situation in the south. You reported that Dardanelle in the south Is it true that the family formed a military alliance with the Dillons family? "

"I think so. According to our informant, the special envoy of the Dardanelle family arrived at Wocheze three days ago and had a secret conversation with the woman Dylan Kelly for an entire afternoon." Salon looked out of his arms with a solemn expression. He took out an encrypted letter and handed it to the fat man.

"This is the commander of the Statunko Banner in charge of southern defense. An urgent report has just been sent. The Dardanelle family troops that have entered the western Haas area took the initiative to withdraw from the Haas area yesterday afternoon, and Dylan The five thousand troops of the Si family marched into the Hudule area on the border with our Samour, retreating and advancing. I think the truth is no longer important. Because the matter is too urgent, my subordinates took the decision without permission. Please hurry up! Return to Rivadin to take charge of the overall situation!"

"It's really my mistake!" The fat man read the secret letter with a solemn expression and sighed: "I didn't expect that an old fox like Dardanirh would fight to the death with the Dylans family because of the revenge of killing his son. This old fox is so ambitious that he would rather join hands with the enemy who killed his son to make peace than seize this rare opportunity."

"Immediately mobilize the legion headquarters troops on the outskirts of Kyoto to return to Zhivadin, and order the light cavalry regiment and the Sanwa Longbow Brigade that are training in the southern mountains to station in the Hudule area." The fat man casually took out a quill pen and a knife from the cabinet of the carriage. Zhang Houwen sandpaper signed two military orders and handed them to Salon

"Tell Statunko that I will send reinforcements soon. I don't care what the situation is there. You asked him to open his eyes wide. If he loses an inch of land in Samoer, I will withdraw his flag commander." ! "

"Yes, sir!" Salon took the military order with a serious face and put it away. The carriage stopped outside a hotel. Salon pointed to the dim light on the second floor of the hotel and said, "Miss Jones Nelly is arranged on the second floor of the hotel, here. The boss and the staff are all ours, and there is a small team of secret sentries surrounding it, so it is absolutely safe!”

The fat man opened the door and stepped out of the carriage. He waved to Salon and the guards, "You all go back first. I won't go back to the Governor's Mansion for the time being. If you need anything, you can come here to see me!" Please recommend and collect.