Vol 2 Chapter 504: Split west

Chapter 504 split west
In the main hall of Lohrenburg, Gilbert's pupil reflected the light of the distant lights.
"The Baron Williams told me that a few days ago, the Duke of Cyril Falkenhaus had unexpectedly visited you."
The Foreign Minister asked gently but cautiously:
"I think, he brought you more than just a sword?"
Tellston a bit.
"He did say a lot."
The teenager swallowed the meat, his eyes condensed slightly, thoughtfully:
"It also makes me very upset."
Gilbert's expression sank.

Communicating with different people is always the most direct way to understand the world.

Gilbert’s words are still mild, but with a little more care and consideration:
"But, Your Highness."
"Please make sure you never forget," Gilbert sat opposite him, quite profoundly:
"Everyone lets you see what they want you to see."

Especially, when your status is so special and your identity is so sensitive.

Tyres stopped the knife and fork and was silent.
"It’s so good."
"Not long ago," Taylor's expression was helpless and mocking:
"The Count of Croma has said something similar."
Gilbert looked at him specifically, and he stopped talking.
Taylors continued to eat his dinner until the stars of the fox sighed:
"Since you have seen them, the Duke is an adult."
"What kind of people do you think are the aristocrats in the West?"
The action on the hand of Tyres slowed down.
Western aristocrats...
what kind of person?
Before his thoughts returned, he returned to the moment of seeing the three nobles of Falkenhaus, Cloma and Bozdorf.
The prince narrowed his eyes:
"They are not stupid, they know you... know what we want to do."
"From the blade camp to the gift town."
Tyres looked at the lights in the distance.
Gilbert frowned slightly, only to hear him clear his throat:
"Then how do they deal with it, I mean... face ‘we’?

how to respond……
Tyres once again fell into meditation and fell into the sight of what was seen in the West.
"It's hard to say that from the guardian Duke to the Earl of Shufeng, from the four-headed skull to the crow, the black lion, from the new aristocracy to the old forces, it can be seen that their relationship is not good and opinions are different."
Tyres cut the steak that had been cut to the average by D.D and cut it into irregular pieces, frowning:
"I guess they are not dealing with it."
In the light, Gilbert's expression became a bit complicated.
"Is it."
Tyres nodded, no worries:
"And we are forcing them to come together step by step to confront us and fight against their common enemy."
Gilbert snorted and suddenly asked:
"such as?"
The prince raised his eyebrows:
"For example - Williams."
Thinking of this name, remembering the corpse of the solder on the sand, Taylors felt that the meat in his mouth should be panic.
Gilbert nodded.
Tyres reluctantly swallowed the food and did not wait for the other party to open:
"Why is he, Gilbert?"
Tyres lowered his knife and fork and turned to Gilbert. His expression was serious and doubtful.
"Why is this... the uninviting guy stays in the West, represents the Fuxing Palace and the royal family, and rules the blade camp?"
Taylor shrugged his shoulders:
"He can't even cooperate with the people of the Kingdom."
Gilbert’s face changed a few degrees:
"His Royal Highness..."
But Tyres did not let him interrupt himself:
"And with my understanding of him in a short time..."
Tyres raised his index finger and frowned:
"Every minute of the legendary wing staying in the blade camp has made the local aristocrats of the Western Wilderness more desperate and more uneasy, pushing them away from the Renaissance Palace and intensifying their conflict with the royal family until they go on. The dog jumped into the wall and took a step."
"Don't say that the wrath of the kingdom with the fineness of the kingdom is compared with the flower of the old fortress."
The prince turned around and looked at the complicated face of Gilbert.
"You are welcome..."
Tyres sighed and collected a description of what he used, but he said:
"Even if you are a comet, you will be a better person than him."
Gilbert frowned and didn't speak.
His eyes first fell on Tyres, and then moved to a plate that was ruined by the prince, silent for a long time.
Just as Tyres thought that there was no fruit in asking questions, he could only helplessly turn to continue to struggle for dinner...
"As with six years ago, you are sharp and intelligent, Your Highness."
Gilbert sighed slowly and his eyes sharpened:
"But my duke is an adult."
"I am thinking, you may need to jump out, stand at the height of the kingdom, stand in the width of history, stand in our perspective, and then look at the situation of the West."
The height of the kingdom.
The width of history.
Our perspective.
Thales blinked and looked confused.
"And regardless of other unexpected small and medium-sized aristocrats, let's take the Western Expeditions and Men's Doors that you mentioned. In the face of the Renaissance Palace, they do have different attitudes."
Gilbert sat in the body, his mouth and smile, as if he had become the tireless instigator of six years ago:
"One is gentle and conservative, one is radically dissatisfied, and the other is numb and unclear."

What do you think is the situation for us?

Tyres leaned back on the dining chair and his eyes turned.
mild.
radical.
numbness.
Three different figures of crows, black lions, skulls, and old and middle-aged appear in front of his eyes.
"Good thing."
Taylors tried to remind himself that he belongs to the royal family and should stand in the right position:
"The opponents - if the West is our opponent - split and do not fit, a loose sand, so it is more fragile, which is conducive to our separate calculations, each broken."
He shrugged and looked awkward:
"But our response is... Williams?"
"really?"
Gilbert looked at his exaggerated expression and smiled.
"Scheduled separately, each broken."
Gilbert looked at him like he did in class six years ago, and he was not appreciated in his eyes:

Just like you did at Exeter six years ago?

Tyres has a meal.
He found that compared with the old crows without preconditions and encouraging incentives, Gilbert's question was more clear, intentional, and clear.
"Yes, like Exeter."
The prince frowned and nodded:
"Unless we are not forcing them to stand together, donate their former suspicions, and fight together...anti-comet."
Tyres swallowed the end of the spit-style "thanks to a handsome little white face with a double-headed gun."
Gilbert nodded and smiled.
"Don't misunderstand me, Duke adults, in fact, I appreciate your thoughts."
"But Your Highness, what strategy to take, I think it depends on what kind of opponent we face."
Thales also found that Gilbert prefers direct narratives compared to Putility's ironic ridicule and personally irritating counter-questions.
"Exeter, it is the first enemy of the star-studded country for hundreds of years, the country is a thousand miles away, easy to defend and difficult to attack, the people are sturdy, the fierceness is untamed, and the soldiers are strong and strong, and the heroes are born, even if we are extremely prosperous. The period may not be sure of overwhelming, destiny-like strong enemies."
The Foreign Minister is like what he feels. After a few seconds of pause, this is faint:
"For us, a split Exter is naturally more in line with the interests of the stars than the unified dragon kingdom."
The next second, Gilbert's eyes changed.
"But, the West is?"
"This is the territory of the stars. The lords are the vassals of the Majesty. They are just the corner of the chessboard. For us, we are in control and we must gain."
Gilbert’s eyes are sharp:
"In this case, is the confusion and splitting in the corner of this chessboard really good for us?"
Thales frowns:
"How to say?"
Gilbert smiled and cleared his throat, first looking at the lights in the distance, and this came.
"More than two thousand years ago, the ancient empire at its peak spanned the mainland, with two collars, five districts, and nineteen provinces."
At this moment, Taylors discovered the shadows of several old crows and Putilla's storytelling from his tone.
"But in the twenty-six known places, the most troublesome thing for the Triumph Capital and the Pegasus Royal Throne is not the mighty Northland, not the ancient Shawen, not the steep mountain, not the complex green heart, not difficult to tame. Kiseri and the wild Nida, not even the sound of the flames of the sea and the far-reaching Far East..."
Gilbert's voice is a turn:
"It is the southwestern empire, the homeland, the insignificant thorns."
Thorny ground.
Taylors recalled the world geography he had learned while he was in the North. Fortunately, there was nothing to hide about the thorny land.
With memories, the prince tempted to ask:
"Because they are conservative, they never obey the outsiders, or even the rule of the empire?"
"I have read the thorny thousand years of proverbs in the books of the Northland people: "The sons of thorns are born to resist."
Kilber nodded, and there was a sense of comfort in the eyes of "Northerners finally read."
"Yes, Your Highness, yes, but more than this: the sons of the thorns not only disobey the rule of the outsiders, but also disobey their own rule."
Tyres reveals a puzzled look.
Gilbert smiled:
"Before the rise of the empire, a small thorn was known as a chaotic chaos: the warlords started, the multi-party was everywhere, the oligarchs were out, the turmoil was frequent, and even the internal religious beliefs were difficult to unify. The public opinion found the leader of the service. ""
"And this brought trouble to the empire at the time: after the easy conquest, their subsequent rule was like a trick, and it was difficult to move."
"If you want to win over Huairou, you can't find an agent who can serve the public and can rely on the whole province. If you want to be deterred, every time you kill a leader, you always have his opponents or supporters. After a few years, I will drill out and mess with the thorns."
Gilbert snorted with a touch of disdain between the words:
"This feature of the thorny land lasts for a thousand years until the empire is no longer left."
"Even after the end of the war today, the old thorns on the ground, whether it is the kingdom of Ellenbia or Tarendi, have never stopped: the former royal family is like a horse, and the season is changed. The latter's internal fighting is like a common meal. , regular timing."
Tyres listened carefully to each other's words:
"You mean, the West is for us, just like the thorns of the empire?"

It’s difficult to maintain a stable rule?

Gilbert stopped for a few seconds and seemed to be looking for the proper wording.
"Not all, but..."
Gilbert looked seriously at Tells:
"Tell me, Your Highness, if you are your father, in the face of the West, these three seem to be politically inconsistent, have different ideas, stand back and forth, and the enemy and friends are difficult to distinguish the power of the world, who should you reward, who to fight, who to win, Who is going to start, who is supporting it, and who is letting it go?"
This question made Taylors stunned.
"As far as I can see..."
He reviewed the findings of these days and replied carefully:

Rewarding Cloma, because they know what is right and wrong, and know the time?

Gilbert did not speak, but looked at him expectantly.
So Tyres tried to continue:
"Beat Bozdorf, because they are arrogant and confrontational, and have a clear-cut attitude?"
"Looking at Falkenhaz, because they haven’t expressed their position for a long time, maybe they are waiting for the price?"
Gilbert shines.
"Good, because we thought about it at the beginning."
Hearing this weird tone, Tells frowned:
"but?"
Gilbert made a surprise smile and continued the words of Tyres:
"but."
"In the years after the years, Williams has not yet sealed the squad, in the years of conscription, tax reform, and land, small rewards and punishments, canonization, appointment, no matter what national policy to promote in the West, what kind of law To be implemented in the West..."
Gilbert's gaze became sharp, as his tone:
"When the Fuxing Palace is famous and step-by-step, such as the implementation of the "Regular Recruitment Act" and the emergency annex of the desert war, conservatives like Klomm are often sloppy and ruthless;"
"When the squatting of Huairou is right, and fostering, such as the suspension of the "Border County Exploitation Duty Order" as a compromise and a good show, the stubborns like Bozdorf will jump out of the box and resist the end;"
"When Yongxing City decided to shoot and thunder, such as disciplining the aristocrats who violated the Central Tax Act, the unwelcome Falkenhaus suddenly appeared, snoring, stupid, and even smashing the wild water. Going nationwide, let our plans end in vain."
what?
Listening to these specific matters, Teres only felt that his head was big and his brows were getting tighter and tighter.
this is……
Another angle of the West?

The other small and medium-sized aristocrats are standing in line, with few exceptions.

Gilbert’s words were a little resentful:
"No, not only for a few years, but also for one or two generations, but for the past tens of centuries, every time a star will come out, the big government will do it. Every opponent in the West will always find what they want: whether it is A well-known black lion, or a single-winged crow with a superficial obedience, is still a savvy four-eyed skull.
The more you listen to Tyres, the more you are scared.
"No matter what we do, the three sides that don't bite the strings, there will always be one party who can pull out the unexpected trump card, play the rules of the game to make it feel comfortable, or dodge, or drag on, or take the lead and put our plan. Counter-production is unprepared and half the effort."
Gilbert’s words are deeply taboo:
"They seem to be incompatible with each other, splitting the West, but they can always be turned into zero when facing the King's warrants of the Renaissance Palace. They cover each other on the smallest front, and use the combined forces in different directions to construct the most appropriate obstacles. Disintegrate our efforts to be in the West and to the whole kingdom."
The lights in the main hall are still the same, and several royal guards came to the shift to do their duty, but they all opened up a long distance and avoided disturbing the conversation between Gilbert and the new Duke of Xinghu.
It took a long time for Tyres to digest the message that Gilbert told him.
but……
"Gilbert, you mean..."
Tyres twisted his head incredibly:
"The three major families of the West, they show us the situation, the situation of the separation of the West and the three, is it good to collude?"
"Is it intentional?"
Thales remembered the horror smile of Falkenhaus, remembered Dreux's heart, and thought of Bozdorf's aggressiveness.
From the violence from the violence to the sword warning, from the history of the town of gifts to the jokes of Cohen, to the star-studded flag of the nine-pointed star...
That moment, it’s like...
It seems that someone broke a mirror.
The only thing left for Tyres is the debris that reflects the innumerable faces but cannot be spliced.
(End of this chapter)