The Original Vampire

winter three years ago.

A snowy night.

Marquis Garcia hurried back to Winter City.

All the way into the Lion's Roar Castle, the Marquis didn't even change his clothes, and went straight to the Duke's study.

"Dong dong."

"Come in."

Marquis Garcia pushed the door and entered, and there was only Duke St. Hilde in the study.

"It's been a long journey. Sit down, have a glass of ale, and warm up."

Marquis Garcia took the wine glass handed by his brother and drank it.

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

"What's the matter with me coming back in such a hurry?"

"How is the situation on the front lines?"

"It's still the same, Gumbek has been scared by me, and he huddled in the military fort and didn't dare to go out to the field."

"Hehe, that old turtle!"

Marquis Garcia poured himself another glass of ale and sipped it while waiting for his brother's next words.

He knew very well that the Duke was in such a hurry to recall himself, definitely not for those few questions just now.

"Someone suggested a trick to me that can help you get Gumbek out of the turtle shell."

"Oh? Talk about it!" Marquis Garcia suddenly became interested.

"First, you have to step back from the front."

"That's probably not enough."

"Well, your black cavalry will also withdraw together."

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

"Charles."

Hearing this, Marquis Garcia frowned immediately. He hesitated for a while, then said with a careful tone: "Charles... I'm afraid he still lacks some experience."

"Hehe, if you don't send a hairy boy to the front, how can you let Gumbek get out of the turtle shell?"

"But war is no child's play. If you do this, you will probably be self-defeating and bring a fiasco to the North!"

"Success, there is always a price to pay!" Duke St. Hilde's eyes were very firm, "This time, I am ready to bury an army!"

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

But Duke St. Hilde's serious expression didn't seem to be joking at all, and he just continued to say:

"I ask you, if the Black Cavalry encounters Gumbek's troll army in the wild without any defense, how sure are you to win?"

"If Gumbek is not prepared, if there is no castle to avoid nearby, then I am very sure!" Marquis Garcia's tone revealed strong confidence.

"Okay! Then let's do it all in one battle!" Duke St. Hilde slapped the table heavily and said categorically, "I've had enough of those ghostly trolls, I'm going to cut them off completely and stretch into the north. The claws of the border!

So, you come down, and Charles goes up.

Just let him lose a game and let Gumbek experience the taste of victory.

After the trolls looted wildly in the north, they would naturally return 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! "

Marquis Garcia still frowned: "Even if you are willing to bury an army, you are willing to give the northern city to the trolls to sack, but how can you guarantee that the trolls will be defenseless when they retreat? "

"That's what we need to play."

"How to act?"

"I will transfer you away from the front line and fall into the eyes of the caring people, and they will definitely think that I am 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 lord private troops in the army that Charles buried, which will inevitably arouse the dissatisfaction of the various families in the north against me. If someone stirs up, it will easily cause your dissatisfaction when trying to gather. the lords of

Want to fight my situation.

At this time, the trolls will definitely feel that we are too busy to take care of ourselves and will not be prepared..."

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

"what is the problem?"

"Am I really dissatisfied with you?" Marquis Garcia's eyes flickered, "If Charles is really defeated on the front line and ruins an army in the north. At that time, won't my black cavalry be even more unstoppable? ?"

The Duke of Saint Hilde suddenly smiled: "You know, when Talos Uman proposed this plan to me, I also considered whether you would have the possibility of a fake show."

"Is this the plan proposed by Earl Uman? Well, what do you think? Will I do it for real?"

The Duke of St. Hilde did not answer this question directly, but continued on what he said just now: "I was thinking at the time, it would be better if Talos didn't think that you might fake it.

If he thought of it, but deliberately omitted it...

Either, he is very confident in our relationship and thinks that we can't turn against each other, or he is hiding evil intentions and pretending to deal with trolls, but in fact he wants to cause civil unrest in the north! "

Marquis Garcia was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the wine glass in his hand, and seemed to be thinking about Earl Uman's true intentions.

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

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

"You are so confident?" Marquis Garcia looked indifferent, "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 loyalty. So, I will increase your loyalty!"

"Add what code?"

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

"That's it?"

"Of course not." Duke St. Hilde smiled and continued, "Vera will inherit the title of Marquis!"

Marquis Garcia's eyes narrowed.

He was finally moved.

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

"No. It's not just the threat of trolls." Duke St. Hilde shook his head grimly.

"Who else?"

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

"Isn't it a troll?"

Duke St. Hilde shook his head again and said solemnly:

"A threat from outside will only make us stronger and more united, not crush us.

Only the threat from the inside is the thing that can really corrode the foundation of the Saint Hilde family's rule! "

Marquis Garcia was stunned for a moment before realizing what his brother said: "You mean, those lords in the north?"

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

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

You know why I've been refusing to ban trade with trolls?

Don't I know that this trade is actually capitalizing on the enemy?

But what can I do?

The family needs this profit!

It seems that the entire northern region is mine, but now, I will hesitate for a long time to even confer the title of a little baron!

And you!

my good brother!

You're keeping the trolls out of the North, which of course is a good thing.

However, this also completely blocked the replacement of old and new lords in the north!

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

You always complain that I refuse to award your meritorious servants, but you don't think about it, what am I going to use to seal them?

Or I will cede this dukeship to you!

You take care of this northern border! "

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

In the silence, Duke St. Hilde's face flashed an abnormal red, which was caught by Marquis Garcia: "Brother, your injury..."

"I can't die for the time being!" Duke St. Hilde breathed a sigh of relief, "but it won't take long to live."

Marquis Garcia looked sad.

"Brother, help me this time!

All the costs, all the notoriety, are borne by me!

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

And this new north will also be handed over to your own daughter! "

Marquis Garcia did not speak.

The Duke of St. Hilde was still staring 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.

Only the crackle of burning wood came from the fireplace.

After an unknown amount of time, Marquis Garcia finally sighed:

"Okay, I'll help you."