Chapter 562: ideas from all sides
Compared with the happy atmosphere in the workshop, the other places related to today's wedding were not so relaxed and happy.
At the residence of the Molai Mission, Ambassador Brave Sellers frowned and sat alone in silence.
The servants knew that he hated being disturbed when he was thinking about things, and avoided the study when he walked or did things, but the deputies in the mission were not as careful as the servants, and broke in directly to ask what was going on.
"General Cyrus, the one I saw today who gave slimes and threw throwing knives...is that Aaron Sage?" A deputy asked bluntly.
Most of them are from military backgrounds, and they don't like to go around the world, so they ask questions directly.
Brave sighed and nodded.
"That's weird, shouldn't the sage Aaron be in retreat to study new synthetic beasts?" The deputy also contacted Aaron and asked suspiciously, "After the victory in the Iron Chain Fortress, he once said that this time around During the battle, I found that there are big problems with synthetic beasts, the most important thing is the lack of attacking power, and we have to study the type that is good at attacking... Why did you come to Treyla to attend the wedding now?"
Brave smiled bitterly: "I don't understand either. As far as I know, he should concentrate on research in that secret research institute."
"So... do you want to ask?" a deputy asked.
Brave glanced at him: "I don't have a way to contact Sage Aaron. In the entire Federation, only my father knows how to contact him."
"Then... please ask the marshal?"
Brave sneered: "What? Why did he leave the institute? Or how did he leave the secret institute?"
He shook his head and sighed: "Sage Aaron is not from us, nor is he a soldier, we have no constraints on him. The reason why he is willing to help us is not because he owes us anything, nor because he needs to get What do we get here, it's just that he thinks it's fun to do it...he's a free-spirited guy, and there's nothing to restrain him."
"But . . . if he goes to Treyra . . . " said one of the lieutenants worriedly.
Brave smiled: "Don't worry, he won't go to Treyla. For him, the most interesting thing is to do research. And for his research, apart from us, no other country should be able to support him. If he comes to Terrera, I am afraid that he will be regarded as a demon. At that time, let alone research with peace of mind, it may be difficult to save his life. "
A deputy who had seen Aaron's laboratory suddenly remembered the scene he had seen, and his face was pale.
"That's right! What he did... It's disgusting! It's terrifying! If it weren't for Mo Lai's precarious situation right now, in order to defend the country, all morals and humanity would have to be thrown aside, and I would even have the idea of hacking him to death! "
"Yeah, even we can't stand him a little bit, let alone the people of Trella?" Brave nodded and said, "Anyway, everyone relax and don't worry. I'll visit the Prett workshop tomorrow and ask him by the way. Still not there."
"What if he was there?"
"If he's here, I'll be talking to him about the research plan for new synthetic beasts. If he's not there, he'll probably go back to the research institute." Brave thought for a while and said, "But one thing is for sure, Prett. The relationship between the master and him is so good that he is willing to leave the institute in order to celebrate the other party's wedding, and came all the way to the city of Trela to send gifts and congratulations. This means that we should also have a good relationship with Master Pret, and in the future Whether it is to win over the armor master, or to enhance the cooperation with the sage Aaron, it is not a bad thing."
The deputies nodded, and the matter was settled.
On the other side, in the Morning Star Palace of the Trellara Palace, Prince Zion frowned as he listened to the report of his staff.
"Failed." The staff sighed. "The two dead men dedicated their souls to the devil before leaving to ensure that they would not be traced to any possibility. As a result, before the bride could go out, they were caught by someone who didn't know where they came from. The natural energy was completely destroyed and turned to ashes. Our people arrived after the event, and even their ashes and clothes were not found.”
"What did the Watchers say?" asked Prince Zion.
"Those two monitors are completely ignorant thieves. Through round-the-clock inquiries, they learned that they only saw two demon believers destroyed by magic power that may have come from the Marquis of Wesquith. Besides, what did they do? I didn't see it."
"Possibly?" Prince Zion's tone increased.
The staff lowered their heads in panic: "Yes, it's just 'maybe'. In fact, they didn't see what was going on. They just saw a large number of flowers blooming inside the fence of the Marquis of Weskers, and then the two A dead man suddenly turned to ashes."
Prince Zion was silent for a while, and asked, "Do you think...is this the work of Pratt's friends, or is it Weske's own ability?"
"It must be those friends who did it!" the staff said without hesitation, "If Weskes really has such ability, how could it be possible that he has been invisible all these years? Among the royal capital's nobles, there is a great need for a real Master!"
Prince Zion nodded: "Although the number of nobles in the royal capital is large and the seats they occupy are crucial, they are still not good in terms of personal force - after all, most of them are only clerical workers, and they are busy dealing with documents and forms every day, and they have no time to practice. Growth. Weskes's strength is not bad among them. But compared with the strong among the local nobles, he is not really a powerful person."
He didn't say anything - this situation was deliberately created by the Royal Family of Terrera. For the Terrera royal family, their own mastery of force and their loyal servants master political power, with clear priorities, is the ruling order they pursue.
The aide asked, "So, should we continue to test?"
"No need, let's suspend it for now." Prince Zion waved his hand, "Anyway, when the exhibition hall is built, there will be more cannon fodder sent to the door by ourselves. At that time, we can easily get the information we need, without the need for Waste of your own strength. This matter, just leave it like this."
"...This matter is no trivial matter!" In the magical communication, King Richard of Thrace said solemnly, "Find out to me, is that bear man with a black and white complexion really Panda himself? If so, follow the vine and find out the other people for me!"
The Thracian ambassador nodded again and again.
"I know you don't have enough manpower on your side, and will send support as soon as possible. But you have to drag them to Terrera before the support arrives." Richard said coldly, without saying "try your best" or anything else. .
The Thracian ambassador's face froze. Of course he understood what the king meant - if he couldn't do this, the time when the support came would also be the end of his political career.
The Lion King of Thrace has never been a generous character!
On this night, among the bigwigs who knew the inside story, only Eldest Princess Feisna of the New Moon Palace could sleep peacefully.
"I don't know what that exhibition hall will look like when it is built..." She lay on the bed, looking at the moonlight outside the window, and couldn't help laughing, "When I get married, I must borrow that exhibition hall!"