In the study of Cecil's head, Gao Wen looked carefully at the information that Amber had just sent.

"It seems that the news from the 25th Brigade has been successfully delivered to their master," Gao Wen raised his head and looked at the half-elf standing beside him. "At present, more than 40 fiefs from various and small areas in the southern border have gathered under the command of Earl of Hosman with their entourage and militia. Their actions are completely unconcealed. The knights who responded to the call are walking on the road in broad daylight, and messengers who convey messages between the various noble territories can also be seen everywhere."

"Actually, the nobles will not hide their concealment when they do these things," Amber picked up an apple from Gao Wen's desk, held it in his mouth, and nibbled it quickly while saying in a vague manner. "Originally, except for Cecil, who can come up with such an intelligence system like you, and if you take a step back, the situation has become like this, and it is not necessary for them to hide it."

Gao Wen sneered and shook his head: "Now I'm waiting for a formal letter. According to the rules of the traditional nobles, I will definitely send a declaration before the war begins."

Amber stopped gnawing on the apple, with a confused look on her face: "After that being said... Although Ansu and Tifeng have signed a peace agreement, once the civil war begins this time, will those Tifeng people really tear up the agreement immediately to add to the injustice?"

Gao Wen looked at Amber with a little surprise: "You can actually think of these things and make progress."

"I'm usually thinking hard! I just don't have your dirty tactics!" Amber stared at her eyes, her cheeks bulging, "And I wanted to ask about this from the beginning, but I just haven't found a chance!"

Gao Wen looked at Amber's serious and angry look and couldn't help but smile and shook his head: "Of course Tifeng won't score in, at least he won't score in now."

Amber looked puzzled: "Why?"

"Tifeng and Ansuda have been dealing with hundreds of years. They know the characteristics of Ansu people very well," Gao Wen explained patiently, with his own speculation in the middle. "Do you remember that I specifically confirmed something with that Clement? Emperor Tifeng also has people who will die... So from the beginning, this 'peace agreement' was just a play, but so far, this play will continue to be performed. Rosetta Augustus will watch Ansu fall into a civil war, and watch Ansu get deeper and weaker in the next few years. Until the kingdom is almost disintegrated, he will enter the venue to collect benefits, but before that, he will never attack Ansu, because he knows... Once Tifeng takes action now, Ansu's civil war will end immediately."

Amber blinked, as if she understood what Gao Wen meant.

"The invasion of the Tifeng people will quickly bring Ansu together in the country. The Grand Duke of the Three Realms has not yet established enough hatred, and they are likely to be unanimous to the outside world." Gao Wen put down the information in his hand, and his impression and analysis of the three border dukes of Ansu appeared in his mind. "Victoria Wilder in the north chose to support the puppet king to stabilize the country, while Silas Loren in the east chose to be loyal to Moen's bloodline to rebuild the glory of the First Dynasty. Franklin and Bodevin in the west rarely involved royal party struggles, but half of Ansu's economy relied on his border trade... No matter what role the three dukes played in this civil war, were the measures they took were smart or stupid, but at least one thing was certain, that is, they were all using their own logic to maintain this country. I think that Rosetta and Augustus must have investigated and understood this."

Speaking of this, Gao Wen suddenly sighed slightly: "The only thing I am uncertain about now is whether there is a certain 'tact understanding' between Prince Edmund and the Emperor Tifeng, whether it is a big bet... If so, then the death of Francis II is too sighing."

"Is it just a gamble with a play outside the play..." Amber muttered, looking at the apple in his hand, and suddenly felt that there was no smell. "Maybe everyone is looking forward to this civil war, only the old king is truly convinced of peace... I really don't like the stupid logic of the nobles."

A knock on the door came at this moment, interrupting Gao Wen and Amber's conversation.

The door of the study opened, and the tall and strong priest Wright appeared at the door.

Gao Wen looked at the only pastor in the territory with surprise: "Mr. Wright, is there anything wrong?"

"Lord," Wright bowed slightly, and then said bluntly, "I want to go to the battlefield."

Gao Wen was stunned for a moment. He really didn't expect this: "Go to the battlefield?"

"I saw the news in the newspaper. I'm about to fight?" Wright took out the "outside" he picked up, "I want to join the war."

Gao Wen originally wanted to explain to the other party how the current professional military system and command system in the territory are different from the traditional chaotic private soldiers system, but after seeing the serious expression on Wright's face, he only asked one question: "Tell me why."

"I know a group of priests from the church and the church knights joined the army of the nobles in the southern border," said Wright calmly. "I want an opportunity to face them head-on."

Gao Wen looked at Wright quietly for a long time and finally breathed out softly: "You should know that the Cecil Combat Corps is different from ordinary noble private soldiers. It is not that you can meet the standards of going to the battlefield by having the strength to sign up. There is currently no formal priest in the army."

"I know, I have seen those ray guns, which I have never used before, and it should be too late to learn temporarily," Lait nodded. "But I can go to the logistics, help with fortifications, or transport the wounded. I know how to bandage first aid and herbal medicine knowledge, which should come in handy on the battlefield."

"... The medical team needs manpower," Gao Wen pondered for a long time, and finally nodded, "Go and sign up for the Knight Byron, just say I asked you to go. In addition, you still need to learn ray guns and grenades. I will ask Byron to prepare a set of appropriate equipment for you. Even if you are not proficient, at least you can use it on the battlefield."

Wright smiled and bent down deeply: "Thank you for your understanding."

He then stood up and walked towards the door, but before he was about to push the door out, Gao Wen suddenly called him from behind: "Mr. Wright."

Wright stopped and turned around: "Lord?"

"It is different to face your fellow church members on the battlefield than to break out in the streets of the countryside," Gao Wen looked at Wright's eyes and said calmly, "Have you really thought about this?"

"I've thought about it, lord," said Wright very seriously, "to face them on the battlefield, you will be the real enemy."

"It's not just about thinking about this," Gao Wen said seriously, "I hope you can think of another question before facing them... do you believe in Holy Light or the God of Holy Light."

This sentence seemed to have a great touch on Wright. The tall priest suddenly fell into a brief silence. It was not until several seconds later that he took a deep breath and bowed: "I will think about it carefully, Lord."

"You really let that big man go?" After Wright left, Amber couldn't help asking curiously, "You have to know that he has no holy light now. Apart from the big guy, he is basically an ordinary person, and an ordinary person who has never received training in a combat corps... A person who has never touched a ray gun, will there be no problem going to the battlefield?"

"So I asked him to go to the medical team, and I believe that with Wright's skills, he has the ability to protect himself even without the protection of the holy light," Gao Wen shook his head, "Let him go, he is a believer, and he always has to give him a chance to test what he firmly believes in."

On the spring of Ansu 736, on the last day of the month of recovery, a messenger riding a tall horse with the emblem of the Earl of Hosman, holding a small black and red flag in his hand ran into Cecil's level along the south bank of the Baishui River.

The messenger was intercepted at the level, and the letter he brought was sent to Gaowen one hour later.

In the lord's mansion, Gao Wen took the letter he had been waiting for from Amber. It was an extremely formal and even grand letter. It was sealed in a painted tube with gold thread, written in the softest and toughest light parchment paper and spice-filled ink. Between the gorgeous fancy font and the difficult-to-mouth aristocratic grammar, Gao Wen's long-awaited content was written.

Amber curiously crossed half of his head from behind Gao Wen, looking at the contents on the parchment, she saw a diplomatic letter with an extremely polite wording but not friendly at all—

Earl of Hosman and forty-three lords with glorious titles and orthodox blood in the southern border sent greetings to Duke Gowen Cecil, and solemnly protested the recent interruption of alchemy supplies; solemnly protested against the surge in ore and mining machinery, and the price of metal products; solemnly protested the deprivation of aristocratic privileges by the Cecil family and the infringement of surrounding territories; demanded that the Cecil family immediately stop destroying the aristocratic order, restore the noble privileges in the territory, and re-regulate the behavior of untouchables in the territory to prevent this bad atmosphere from continuing to spread and affecting the atmosphere of other territories...

They also listed a lot of evidence of Cecil's continuous recruitment of refugees in various parts of the southern border, promoting arbitrary laws, accepting heretics suspected of cults, releasing slaves on a large scale, arresting "responsible and legal businessmen", conspiring to subvert Kant's territory, assassinate the former Viscount Kant and creating cult rumors. There were more than a dozen of them, which amazed Amber.

And at the end, the letter finally revealed the willingness to "we have to use force to negotiate in order to maintain order."

Amber looked at Gao Wen and finished reading the letter seriously, and then saw Gao Wen picking up the dipping pen at his hand with a calm look on his face.

She asked curiously: "Are you going to write a reply?"

Gao Wen shook his head and wrote a word at the end of the letter:

Read.

"Go and hand it over to that messenger," Gawain rolled the parchment back and stuffed it into the paint tube, and handed it to the stunned Amber, "When it's still early, let him go back and report it quickly--not leave him for lunch."

"You just write one word?" Amber seemed to be unable to believe what he saw and confirmed it repeatedly, "This is a war book! A normal nobleman was going back and forth to fight for more than a dozen verbal battles at this time?"

"That's enough," Gao Wen said with a smile, "as for other replies... Earl of Hosman will see."

Amber left with a "reply" with a confused look on his face. In the military workshop under the machinery manufacturing plant, under the personal control of General Nicholas Egg, a heavy rail acceleration shell was falling steadily into the shell box.

On the smooth surface of the shell, a line of newly stamped steel seals are clearly visible—

Hello, the other party’s debater, this is our argument.
Chapter completed!