Vol 2 Chapter 288: Pitlay's mystery

Chapter 288 Pittlai's Mystery
Although the inexplicable glimpse made Taylors confused, the confrontation between Brisbane and Canbida was also doubtful, but the second prince did not intend to trouble for too long - if he was six years ago What did you learn in a thrilling night, that is...
"So you came to me?"
In the courtyard, Putilai, who was disturbed by the afternoon walking time, paced and looked at the smiling prince with dissatisfaction.
"Yes," Taylors leisurely imitated Patti's pace, his right hand rhythmically hit the sword, Rolf and Wyah followed behind them: "And look forward to the answers you can give me satisfaction. ""
Putilai snorted: "You are counting on a bad-tempered old man who has just arrived in Longyan City for two days, dull and stubborn, and still scorns people, to analyze such complicated and difficult diplomatic and internal affairs?"
The Lord bounced his own pipe and looked down on it: "Maybe you should ask Gilbert, and I am really incompetent..."
A dull and stubborn old man who loves to dig a bitter man?
Tyres took a deep breath.
"it is good."
The prince turned and walked backwards in front, raising his hands to face Putty:
"I will not mention it for the time being. The most desperate moment of six years ago, how did the bad-tempered old man find the secrets and Nilailai in amazement, first miraculously took me out of the darkroom and Lombard...

"Decisively supported us to break into the Palace of the Spirit, and subtly sent the prince into the Hall of Heroes, and finally magically saved the splendid deeds of Longyan City..." Wyatt was very cooperative behind her, even Luo Erf also nodded and snorted.
Taylors gave them a thumbs up.
Puttila showed an ugly smile: "... ‘not to mention for the time being?'

"I just said," Taylors did not pay attention to Putili's smile, and he said to himself: "The bad old-fashioned old man, on the first day of his arrival in Longyan City, is inexplicably, vivid, and informative. I, in the hall of heroes who are secretly secret, in the inaccessible Longyan City to listen to the government meeting, what happened to the shocking secret."
"Do you know how angry Is Brisbane's expression when Campida reveals the content of the political day?"
"That's not the information that most people can get!"
Putier raised his eyebrows: "I have more friends, nothing more."
"And the most important thing is..." Taylors stepped back and raised his right index finger, and left Putility: "In the complex situation of Longyan City, you disappeared for six years and suddenly appeared. Already?"
Thales leaned forward and narrowed his eyes: "You have to tell me that this is a coincidence. You just introduced a teacher and sent a pair of glasses by the way?"
"Ah," Putile coughed awkwardly: "Speaking of the pair of glasses, you know, it was made for the female grandfather, but it..."
Tyres frowned.
"Waiya, Midila, keep it all around, don't let anyone hear our conversation." He interrupted the other and wisely cut off Putil's intention to transfer the topic.
After a little doubt, the two men went away and Taylors turned back and looked at Putille seriously.
Puttier looked at the prince, and there was a faint uneasiness in his heart.
"You know, I didn't ask for it that day," Teres said with a slight expression: "But Wyah reminded me more than once."
"After I was trapped in Longyan City, you disappeared silently. It took more than six years to reappear in front of me," Taylors looked up. "I don't trust you, but why not?" Earlier, not later, but now is more than six years later?"
Putilla's face is a stiff face.
"Whia inherited the sensibility of his father," a few seconds later, Puttier sighed in a low voice: "but did not learn his atmosphere."
Taylors ignored him, but continued:
" Six years ago, when I was just recognized as a prince... you were able to return to Yongxing City and you were asked by Gilbert to protect me as a deputy."
Putty stopped and he lowered his head and made people look blank.
"It turns out that Gilbert's decision is correct: not everyone can use limited resources, in a city that is isolated and helpless, with a sense of conspiracy and atmosphere, with the Whiteblade, the Darkroom, and the Black Sand. The collar, the secret department, and the count of the Count of Brisbane, not only do not fall, but even more than enough."
Tyres also stopped. He shook his head. "Although you hide yourself, and everyone doesn't care, I know better than anyone. A prince with no power and no power can never be alone. Save the world: withdraw from decisiveness, preserve strength, contact the Quartet, rescue the prince, imply that I will fight back, break into the Palace of the Spirit, play against the Black Sands, and reverse the situation..."
Taylors took a deep breath: "Six years ago, the people who really saved Longyan City many times behind the scenes are actually you."
"The former foreign secretary of the identity sergeant, the former viscount who suffered after the year."
"And the first eldest son, the attendant officer of Midi's comet."
"Lord Putier Niemann."
Taylor looked at each other's face as if to grasp the details.
Putilit did not speak.
Taylors suddenly remembered what Putty had said to him in the Palace of the Spirit, about the years.
[In the summer of that year, I made a decision...]
[But that is a mistake...]
[Unforgivable mistakes...]
[The Northland has ushered in a disaster... The war is burning, the blood is flowing into the river, and the corpse is everywhere...]
"As far as I know, this is not something that ordinary people can do."
Tyres looked slightly: "Don't you think there are too many mysteries on your body, Putilia?"
That second, Puttier made a slight meal and his face was stiff.
It seems to have been broken.
"Frankly," Taylors observed the reaction of the other, sighed and turned back and waited for the other to follow up: "Putley, don't learn the secret guys, you know I don't like them."
"Tell me, what kind of game is I in now?"
They walked through a big tree, and Putiler knocked out the ashes in the pipe, his expression was bleak, and he said nothing.
Tyres just stared at him silently.
"I understand," finally, Putile sighed slightly and replied to the tone of the first meeting: "What do you want to know about the current situation, a little prince who has a headache?"
Thales frowned slightly, recalling the doubts in his heart.
"Connect," after a few seconds, the young prince looked around and cautiously and whispered: "I want to know how the big things on the table are connected through the hidden interests under the table - I think this is Your long term."
Putty put the pipe back into the bag and gently slammed it: "Connect?"
Tyres nodded, learning the way of Brisbane and holding his hands, but his eyes drifted into the distance.
"Six years ago, Miranda Arende told me in the cell that everything that seems to be irrelevant in Longyan City actually has an important clue that runs through before and after," Taylors narrowed his eyes: "Later We found that the clue behind the scenes is called 'dragon blood'."
At that moment, Puttier unconsciously slowed down and stepped behind the prince.
"In the past few months, starting from the new decree decree issued by King Chaman, Qiyuan City has drawn up the four sides to denounce the king. Lombard has been condemned for being overwhelmed. I was accused as a hostage, and the woman of the Longyan City encountered forced marriage, inside the Freedom League. Unstable, the black sand led the land to make the Dragon City," Taylors stunned and surrounded everything, continued to ponder:

Although everything is fragmented, some things are even irrelevant...

"But I feel that the situation is now the same as in the past, and there is also a clue in the faint connection."
"I want to hold it... not passively dealing with the trouble of finding a door."
Putila’s gaze was slightly.
They both silent for a few seconds.
Finally, Puttier sighed long.
"You know, when I met the day before, I thought you were more cheerful than you were," the thin man shook his head. "But I found out now that you are more anxious, alert, and nervous than you were." Can you really fall asleep at night?"
This time, Tyres stopped.
" Six years ago, I fell once and for all, and the prince's eyes slowly focused. "The price is my freedom, and an enemy who is a king."
"The feeling, that kind of you can only drift with the wind, do not know where to go to the next second helpless and fear," Taylors fixedly looked at a piece of slate broken under the feet, faintly: "I don't want to go through the second time."
At that moment, Puttier first felt that the 14-year-old boy around him was a prince named Comet.
The Lord shook his head gently, whispering: "You have changed."
Tyres returned and smiled: "Everyone will change."
"more or less."
Puttila stared at him for a long time.
Finally, when Thales thought that centuries had passed, Puttier had regained his footsteps. This time, the Lord’s expression changed before the laziness and sarcasm became serious and tense.
"For many years, the Freedom League has been attached to the city of Qiyuan."
coming.
Tyres quickly followed the pace and raised his ears.
"They serve as the vassals of the dragons and transport the benefits of the golden corridor for Exeter. Exeter also maintains control over the golden corridor and the western side of the mainland, and they are constraining Commas." Scratching his chin and earnestly:
"You know, just like our relationship with the Principality of Sera: the tributary that holds the dragon's kiss in the stars controls the southeastern end of the golden corridor and the promenade coast, and even affects the thorny land..."
"I know that the teachers of Selma have taught that Exeter had a fight with the Freedom League 20 years ago," Tyres coughed and waved his hand to break the front. The singer's confession and desire to perform: "Direct theme, theme..."
Putile glanced at him dissatisfiedly. It seemed that the little prince who was obsessed with listening to the story had become a teenager who would interrupt him, but he continued: "About what you said, Hit a fight..."
"Twenty years ago, the Governor of the Freedom League found a new ally. He thought that King Noon was busy with the danger of the glacier defense. He was also very embarrassed with the city of Qiyuan. He had no time to take care of the West, so he first became independent. idea."
Taylors glimpsed: "New allies?"
Putila nodded.
"White Mountain." He cautiously said.
"These arrogant white elves have rarely intervened in human affairs: they are not powerful but can't be underestimated, support the Freedom League to seek independence," the Lord said as he walked. "Of course, some people suspect that the Commas are also behind the scenes." One foot - Exeter and the vine city in the south of Commas, which made the southern city-states of Commas very uneasy."
Taylor glimpsed, remembering the Marquis of Syles, who was always smiling.
"The results of it?"
"result?"
Putilie snorted and his tone was a bit ridiculous: "The overconfident Allied Governor, who arbitrarily seized the goods tribute to the Exeter Kingdom, also wrote a letter that was euphemistically but firm and insisted on 're-emphasizing Friendship to each other'."
"Despite the contradiction between Qiyuan City and Longyan City, as the supreme ruler of the Dragon Kingdom, Nun Wang did not have the gloating, nor did he reply." Putilai boarded his face: "He did not hesitate to blew. In the call for enlistment, the army of Longyan City traveled far and wide, and the soldiers who prayed to the city and defended the city to advance to the Freedom League."
Tyres quietly listened to the past of the Freedom League and Exeter, and quickly linked the details of these classes and history books to the current situation.
"As a result, more than 20,000 Exeter fighters broke through every gate of the Freedom Castle and refused horses. Prince Suril's troops even rushed into White Mountain, threatening the White Elf's ruling court."
"They dyed the flow of the river with the enemy's skull blood," Putilai said here, inexplicably with some emotions, as he himself saw: "It is said that two years later, the nobles of the city of Shanliu I dare not drink the river flowing down the Freedom League. The famous river freshwater in the Shanliu River Basin also fell sharply."
"In that year, King Nunn reaffirmed the absolute dominance of the Dragon Kingdom at the end of the Golden Corridor, shocked the small countries and city-states that were forgotten in peace, and told the Freedom League with blood: the dragon and the ants never existed. What 'the friendship of each other'."
"Nun," said Teres, sinking, remembering the mighty old king, and remembering his incomprehensible ending: "It's him."
"The reign of Nun Wang Weizhen in the 30th year of the West is not without reason," Putilla sighed softly: "Not every king is worthy of his own oath, 'based on the forefront of the kingdom' - after that, praying far The attitude of the city's Ronnie family to Longyan City changed from the previous unruly, even the Kangmasians also ruled a lot. The city of Shanliu even descended from the body, and the Marquis of a city personally came to the north to smile with a smile. ""
Taylor's heart moved.
"Twenty years ago, the Grand Duke of Longyan City, as the king, sent troops to support the interests of Qiyuan City in the name of All Exeter."
The prince slammed into his palm: "So, when the Freedom League is once again unstable, Brisbane will say, 'Ronnie must choose'..."
Thales recalls the words of the Regency in the hall of the city: "If you want to get the support of the king as headed by the king, then Ronnie will choose to compromise with the king and give up the act of gathering the nobles to confess the king of Chaman... ..."
The thin Lord snorted.
"Really, this is a good way: in the name of the king, with the great meaning of Exeter, the initiative to force the Grand Dukes to fight for the country, is playing the hands of the black sand collar," Putila nodded: "Can Imagine facing the help of King Chaman, Ronnie..."
But Tyres shook his head firmly.
"I know Ronnie, he won't choose to compromise," said Lombard and Ronnie, who had a look of expression in Tyre's mind. They showed a nervous picture of their opposing swords in the hall: "He would rather be in the blood." Practice your own beliefs with the fire and fight against the king."
and.
Taylors thought:
Today, the conflict between King Chaman and the Grand Dukes is far from the same, and the conflict between King Nun and the Grand Dukes is comparable.
Puttier laughed: "That would be more interesting."
They stepped up the steps leading to the prince's bedroom and watched a broken tree root extend to their feet.
"If Ronnie refuses the king's ‘help,’ he must face the civil strife of the Freedom League alone, and even if he does not hesitate to send troops alone, once again reaffirming the majesty of the Dragon Kingdom.

"Sitting on the Freedom League is out of control, and praying for the loss of a large amount of investment or a small matter, but the prestige of Ronnie's Grand Duke will inevitably suffer a setback: whether it is the shame of the city, or the humiliation of Exeter, it is not for him. Good thing."
Taylors reminisced about the geography of Exeter West: "Solving the Freedom League alone... Can Pray City and Ronnie do it?"
"This is the time to test the strength of the city, and the time when Ronnie is in control of the vassals," Putile seems to be recalling: "But I think, even if it would not be like the two great coups twenty years ago." It’s so smooth, but it’s more than enough to clean up a small free alliance for the city of Qiyuan, which is adjacent to the desert and the golden corridor, and guarded all the year round.

"But the problem is that once you put your energy into the league, you must have Ronnie continue to contact the nobility, and the actions of the king will be affected."
Tyres frowned.
"So the suspicion of the Regent's regency is the fact that the civil strife of the Freedom League is related to Rumba, and may even be the ghost he is behind the scenes," the prince said faintly: "Pray far away from the backyard and Ronnie's grandfather stopped step by step. Forced footsteps, rescued the black sand collar from the national condemnation of the burning ass."
Putilai raised an eyebrow: "Who knows."
However, Tyres stopped again and complained: "But I still can't figure out: If this is just a game between the king and Ronny, why did King Chaman send Cambida to Longcheng? Why did the class say that Long Yucheng was sent to the center of the storm?"

Why is it Longyan City?

Puttier also stopped, he smiled slightly, his eyes gave off a strange light:
"You found the point, little prince."
Taylors moved his eyebrows.
(End of this chapter)