I let the protagonist of the abuse article change his life [Quick Transmigration]

The initial decision of the Gripen Alliance is: the Severn Land cannot really join the war.

Most of them still choose to believe the intelligence brought back by Wystein.If the people there really had such a powerful combat power, and Langton provided magic cloth regardless of the cost, then their combat power must be extremely powerful, and it would even make the knights of other families worthless.

can not be like this.Let them stay in remote places peacefully and concentrate on logistics.When the war is over, when the military exploits are to be counted, the big heads will still belong to these families present here.As for Adrian Langton, Wystein was right.The Jonahlins had taken something from him and they had given it back.In this way, everyone is happy.

The direction is set, and everyone smiles together.They tacitly ignored the fact that no one from the Savien Territory attended this "meeting". After all, even if there was an accident that "the lord of that small place turned out to be an old acquaintance", the nobles still did not take a remote Territory in the eye.

Although they all knew that during the war, a lot of gold must have flowed into the Savien Territory.

However, compared with the power that is about to be acquired, even the wealth that made them crazily pursued in the past is not so important.

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According to the content of the ally contract, Sai Weien took the lead, and the textile factory resumed work to speed up production.

Batches of cloth were shipped out and sent to the battlefield.The slave nobles resented this, but they had no better way to deal with it.They could only cast their resentful gazes at Jonalin's house, and Serena, Will and others' speeches on weekdays became ambiguous.This situation, even the old Jonalin's exit, has not been alleviated.

Who can laugh?Almost overnight, their original advantages on the battlefield disappeared!The only thing that could make the slave nobles stand up a little bit is that, in theory, they are still fighting for the king.Therefore, the word "justice" still falls on them.

But who cares about "justice"?Once another group of nobles breaks into the capital, they will become the writers of history books!It may take a few years, or it may only take a few months.These two words will have new definitions.

The slave nobles were furious, but they could only watch helplessly as the news of the defeat came again and again.

People's hearts are turbulent, and more and more people are quietly preparing themselves for a way out.Only the Jonalin family persisted. They knew that some of their allies had quietly gone to the Jacob family and other nobles in the Gripen Alliance, but they absolutely could not do so.

Or rather, they had no chance to do so.

If you want to choose one of the slave nobles who Adrian Langton hates the most, the answer must be them.Serena had no doubt that in the ally contract he signed with other nobles, there must be something aimed at the Jonalin family.There is no way to avoid it, no way to retreat, you can only stay on the battlefield until the end!

However, they are not without chance.

Serena suddenly spoke and asked her younger brother, "What has Della been doing these days?"

Will was taken aback for a moment, not expecting his sister's question.But after a brief hesitation, he would quickly reply: "It's still the same as before. You know, stay in your own room and don't go out all day."

Serena sighed softly: "If she wants to go, can she go?"

Will was puzzled: "Serena, what are you talking about..."

Serena said: "Adrian is still staying in the Severn Territory. He doesn't seem to have much ambition."

Will frowned, then relaxed, and said cautiously: "He doesn't seem like a cowardly person."

If he was really cowardly, how could he have the courage to snatch the Slave Valley from Jonalin's family?Not to mention the current situation, in the past two years, that guy didn't even dare to show his true face outside!

The Jonalin siblings knew that there must be a lot of water in the rumors of "using obfuscation magic to hide their faces so that slave traders would not discover their identities."Even if Adrian did this, he must have a greater purpose.

Such a person would be willing to stay still while other nobles wantonly collect money and land, and it is obvious to the naked eye that they will formulate new "rules" after the end of the war, and let Jacob and others arrange it?

"Unless he doesn't know," Serena said, "doesn't know how much he can have."

Under her voice, Will's expression changed little by little, and his eyes became brighter.

That night, the maid went to deliver dinner to the second lady as usual.

At such times, Della would probably not open the door.She was immersed in her anger and sadness, and looked in the direction of the palace for a long time.There are traces of magic floating in the air in the room, and there are bright lights flickering from time to time.

But in Will's view, his luck is indeed good.Later, the maid came to report to him: "Miss Della opened the door today! We also said what you asked for outside Miss Della's door."

Will gave a satisfied smile.He didn't smile until the maid left.

Now is not the time.Will warned himself.

It will take a few days to really determine the success or failure of the matter.

In this way, a few more days passed.

A figure left from Jonalin's manor.She walked very smoothly. Although she encountered a little trouble on the way, such as "the guard seems to be walking towards the hiding place", it was resolved smoothly in the end.There was no magic at all, and Della was outside the manor.

Does Savien take it?She thought of this strange place in her heart, and her expression gradually became firmer.

She didn't feel that her ideas were implanted by others. In Della's view, it was entirely her own excellent ideas.

She couldn't let go of her cousin, but the cousin also couldn't let go of the elf.

She was in unspeakable pain.This kind of pain, of course, must be endured by my cousin one by one.

She didn't see that behind her, behind a window, Serena was holding a cup of black tea.

While drinking tea, he sighed: "Well, I hope she can arrive in time."

As soon as the voice fell, the door was pushed open by Will.The movement was so loud that Serena's wrist flicked, and the black tea almost spilled out of the cup.

She looked at her brother with displeasure, and met Will's smiling face.

"Selina! They changed their minds."

Serena: "What?"

"Ask Savien to lead the troops—it seems that even if we don't have to do anything, they are still very dissatisfied."

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The undercurrent of Jonalin's family was surging, and the Gripen Alliance didn't know about it.

What they know is otherwise.Yes, after the addition of the Savien Land, their victories on the battlefield increased significantly.From winter to spring, from spring to summer.The weather is getting warmer and hotter every day, and there are more and more territories belonging to the Gripen Alliance——

The number of people above is decreasing!

There is no other reason.After careful inquiry, they all went to join Viscount Severn!

Word came back that no one in the Gripen League could laugh.They sat down together again, discussing with icy demeanor where this situation had come from.

It was still Wystein Jacob who put forward the important arguments.It is said that his men caught many deserters on the road and pried their mouths open one by one.The reason couldn't be simpler. These people were oppressed by the slave nobles in the past, but after the arrival of the Gripen Alliance, they thought that the new nobles were the same!

"They won't sell us, but they still want us to pay [-]% of the tax! Those who can't pay the tax will still be sold to slave traders!"

"Is there really a difference between them and those slave traders? It's just that they do things a little cleaner on the surface. But in the end, haha, nobles."

"Viscount Severn is different."

"Just like us, he was once trafficked by slave traders. He understands us better and cares about us more. Moreover, I heard that in his territory, he only pays [-]% tax a year..."

The voices recorded by the scrolls fell into the ears of the nobles, and the faces of the nobles turned blue.

They looked at each other.Originally, it was decided to let the Savien leader not to intervene in the war, but they did not expect that they would still be able to send people to the Savien leader by doing it themselves!

It's better to let them join.All of a sudden, the same idea popped up in the minds of all the nobles.

At least in this way, the Severn collar will also be damaged.And think about it carefully, if their manpower is taken out, then when the defense of the main city is empty, whether the magic cloth production plant will also become empty...

The eyes of the nobles deepened little by little.Their tone became subtle, and they tested the attitudes of other people a little bit. It took them three whole days to make sure that they were not the only ones thinking about it.

During the period, Whitestein Jacob showed an expression of watching from the sidelines early.He knew what was going to happen next, and had a deep distaste for the hypocritical expressions among nobles.

However, in any case, after three days, things were settled.

Adrian, who was far away in the fringe territory, received the news that the Gripen Alliance formally asked him for help, hoping that the Severn Territory would also send troops to launch a final charge against the slave nobles.

After reading the contents of the scroll, Adrian wiped his hands slowly with a handkerchief.Beside him, Feit said: "It's finally here—the fighters have been waiting for it for a long time."

Adrian looked at him and said, "This would be a dangerous operation."

With a smile in his eyes, Feit said: "It is also a necessary action."

They all know Adrian's real goal.The previous dormancy will only exist for a while.What he wanted was never a small viscount territory, and the original Duke of Langton was not considered by Adrian.

Adrian looked deeply at Feit.There are complex emotions in the eyes of both of them, which only the other party can understand.

He opened his mouth, wanting to speak.But before that, Feit spoke first.

He said, "Honey, I'll be back."

Adrian chuckled and nodded.

Faith added: "But if I don't come back—"

Adrian looked at him deeply.

Feit murmured: "I didn't mean to break my promise with you." Never leave again, always be with you.

Adrian: "I know."

Feit: "I hope you can still move forward."

Adrian: "I know."

"To be a great king who will still be celebrated hundreds of years later, rather than..." said Feit.

Halfway through his speech, his voice stopped.

It was Adrian who covered his mouth with his palm.

"I know." The silver-haired youth said for the third time.This time, he stepped forward and planted a kiss on the back of his hand.

Even though separated by his partner's palm, this kiss, to Feit, was hotter and more affectionate than all their previous kisses.

"There will be no such 'if'." Adrian concluded, "Our names will appear together in future epics."

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