Chapter 36 Prince Alis's Aid

Lanlie returned to the Marquis' Mansion with a stomach full of breath.

He is not stupid, how could he not understand that he was used as a gun this time!

To put it nicely, what is "the interests of the kingdom are above everything else" and what is "no one except you can be competent for this important position with far-reaching significance"!

In fact, I just said one thing in the end: "Go and show me the door!"

Lanlie was 100% sure that both the old king, the prime minister and the duke were all aiming at his so-called demonic pet - Shadow Fang!

It is obvious that in the eyes of these people, Shadow Lane is an existence with the power of a super-level monster. If it is not used for military purposes, it would be the biggest waste! And at present, it is undoubtedly the most useful thing to deal with Molson, who has been eyeing Rogani in the south. What is suitable cannot be more suitable!

Even if he cannot control a war, it will at least cause a powerful deterrence to the enemy. To take a step back ten thousand steps, even if he fails to succeed, the kingdom will not suffer any losses. In the eyes of most people, he, a bottomless outsider, is simply dispensable!

"Master, Your Highness the Prince has been waiting for you for a long time!" The elf maid Lena helped Lanlie take off her outer robe and said softly.

Lanley was stunned at first, and then realized that it was Alis who came because he had no intersection with the eldest prince at all.

When he walked into the living room, he was sure that the handsome second prince was crossing his legs, looking leisurely and contented.

"What? Come and have a drink with me again!" Lan Lie sat on the chair, and a squeak suddenly sounded in the living room.

"I know you are unhappy, so don't have to take the chair to vent your anger!" Alice's smile on his face was very worthy of beating, and his eyes were still faintly clear. It was Lanley's masterpiece yesterday.

"How do you know I'm not happy?" Lanlie asked angrily.

"I knew this morning that you were exiled. Oh no, you were entrusted by the kingdom as the important task of a frontier official. Congratulations! Lord Marquis!" Alis looked gloating.

"Believe it or not, I will fly over and hit you with a wine pot and your face is full of blooming flowers!" Lanlie was angry and picked up the wine pot and intimidated.

"It's just enough for me to fill it!" Alis handed the cup without fear.

"Why don't you see your servant? No one can protect you, be careful of any trouble!" Lan Lie glared at the other party, but still filled the other party with wine.

"I'll let Beaver do some private work!" The second prince said with his eyes flashing: "As for my safety, don't worry, that person is not that stupid!"

Lanlei has already had a vague idea of ​​the ‘that person’ mentioned by Alice. After all, this kind of thing has been too common throughout history.

"Tell me what kind of place is Celtan!?" This is the question that Lanley is most concerned about at the moment.

"A bad place cannot be worse!" His Highness the Prince looked at the Marquis with a sympathetic look on his face.

Although he was mentally prepared, Lanlie couldn't help but feel disappointed when he heard the other party say this, and he forced himself to ask, "Can you say more in detail?"

"Well! You should know that in recent years, the Kingdom has been tolerant towards Molsons in the South!" Alis coughed and said, "From south of Clinton to the junction with Molson, the Kingdom's troops have very few troops in place. This is the fundamental reason why the Molson army can quickly push to the city of Clinton as soon as the war breaks out!"

"Why do you need this??" Lanley asked depressedly.

"Most of Celtan is a wasteland. Not to mention the barren land, but because of its open terrain, it is simply a natural battlefield tailored for Molson's elite camel cavalry. The kingdom learned lessons from several defeated wars and believed that there was no need to waste the army on this land without any profit! The mobile contraction of strategic defense is the wise choice!" His Highness shrugged, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"Since that's the case, just give Celtan to Molson!" Lanley said with some anger.

"No matter what, it is the territory of the kingdom. It has been since the founding of Rogani! The kingdom can ignore Celtan's life and death, but it will never cede Celtan to Molson. This is a matter of face!" His Highness the prince smiled slightly and said, "The interests of the kingdom are above everything else, and the face of the kingdom is above everything else!"

"Oh, by the way, I have to remind you after this!" His Highness the Prince looked at the Marquis with a teasing look. "Because of the Kingdom's approach, the Celtans have extremely lacked trust in the officials sent by the Kingdom. It can even be said that these Celtans have adopted a resistant and opposition attitude towards the Kingdom's officials! When you get there, you will find that the first thing that makes you worry is not the threat from Molson, but the uncooperational attitude of the local civilians!"

"It's so deadly!" Lanlie moaned and collapsed softly in the chair.

"The news that Lao Katon originally gave you was not wrong, but his father changed his mind temporarily. If you want to blame you, blame the two old guys Pecron and Bruno. Oh, of course, my dear brother also added a fire to you!" Alice looked at the silver cup in his hand attentively, and the wine was as red as blood: "So, Lanlie, we both have the same illness!"

"So! We should form an alliance!? Oh no, I should say I will join your camp! Alis!?" Lanlie said with his eyes staring at the other party.

"Is there anything wrong with it?" Alistar calmly met the other party's gaze: "For you who are unscrupulous, isn't it the best choice to find an ally that can help you?"

"Can you help me!" Lanley smiled and said, "Can you make His Majesty the King change your mind?"

"No!" Alis shook his head and said regretfully: "I believe you understand that what they value is your superb magic pet!"

"Will His Majesty the King, the Prime Minister and the Duke really think that a super-level monster can change a war? I can change the status quo there after I go to Celtan!?" Lanley asked angrily.

"How can you know the answer if you don't try it?" Alice replied with a smile: "My father was not sure of his own idea, but because Duke Pecron insisted that the Prime Minister was accompanied by the fire, so...!"

"Why!? I don't want to participate in any struggle. I just want to be a lord comfortably. Why is it so difficult??" Lanley was very depressed. He thought this might be a side effect caused by the dream being realized too quickly!

"Prince Alis said a very incisive sentence in the palace.

"Okay, I'll be the unlucky border lord, Alis, what can you do, or, if you have any good suggestions!" Lanley asked in a puffy breath.

"I appreciate your humility!" His Highness the prince looked very pleased, which made the Marquis have the urge to beat the other party again.

"In the name of private, I will provide you with 50,000 gold coins!" Alis stretched out three fingers and said, "This is the first one!"

"I have selected two very excellent and reliable assistants for you. They will help you very much in terms of territory construction! This is the second one!"

"Old Carlton's caravan will become your most reliable supplier of food and other daily necessities. You can temporarily solve the most urgent food shortage problem in Celtan through caravan trading. This is the most fundamental condition for calming the grievances of local civilians and allowing you to gain a foothold in Celtan! But please remember that this is only temporary. If you can't think of a self-sufficiency road to getting rich, it will be useless for many gold coins I provide you!"

After listening to Prince Alis quietly, Ranlie was silent for a while, and slowly spoke: "I don't understand. Regarding the lack of money and food, does the kingdom have no assistance at all, and I only rely on myself to go there and rely on myself to rely on myself?"

"Do you know how far Celtan is from the king?" Alis looked at the other party with an idiot-looking look: "Two months back and forth! Let's make a bet. In addition to the first time you will receive a symbolic assistance when your convoy arrives at Celtan, in the future, don't think about even a copper and a grain of food from the kingdom! Do you want to know why? In order to quell the northern rebellion and the attack of the Morson Kingdom, the three additional armies organized by the kingdom not only emptied the national treasury, but also owed hundreds of thousands of gold coins to more than a dozen nobles! If the war continues, the current Minister of Finance, Old Jack, may even have the desire to hang himself and die!"

"What does this have to do with the distance between Celtan and the capital?" Lanlie frowned and interrupted the other party's words.

"I'm going to say it soon!" Alis sneered: "Even if the kingdom's treasury is deficient, the aid you need is reasonable and legal. As long as you speak, the kingdom will express it more or less. Unfortunately, even if my father personally approves it, this aid will never reach your pocket!"

"Why!?" Lanley felt a little painful in his head, and the royal water was deeper than he thought.

"My dear brother will detain this batch of aid with all kinds of clarity. If you want to return to the capital theory, well, he will tell you that the aid will be issued soon, so that you can wait with peace of mind when you return to Celtan. When you return to Celtan, you will find that the aid you are looking forward to is delayed, and then what, do you go to the capital again? If you are meticulous, then unfortunately, in the future, you will spend most of your time on the way back to the capital!" Alis took a sip of wine and said so much in one breath. He was indeed a little dry.

"Why did he target me?" Lanlie shook his head helplessly, looking very confused.

"In his heart, I'm afraid I'll have already tied you and me together!" As he said this, anger flashed across Alis' handsome face.

After seeing off the second prince, Lan Lie fell into deep thought.

From some of Alis's words, he could hear something.

For example, in the matchup with Alec, Alice is at a disadvantage!

For example, Alec has always valued the family's bloodline and history, and most of the people who support him are large families with a long history. He is disdainful of nouveau riche like Old Carlton who made his fortune by doing business.

Think about it, I may also be classified as a nouveau riche by this big prince.

He really lacks goodwill towards this big prince. He takes a step back and even if he is used, he will choose someone who looks comfortable!

Of course, this is not the main reason why he agreed to join Alis's camp. The reason he chose Alis in the end was because of the assassination that happened a few days ago.

‘The enemy’s enemy is a friend!’ It is obvious that Alec is an enemy, and an enemy who wants his own life.

‘Avenge you will be revenged!’ ‘Treat your enemies kindness is cruel to yourself!’ ‘Tolerance should never be put on your enemies!’ This is the teachings of Frank over the past decade, and it is also the life creed that has convinced Lan Leh deeply!

And being an enemy of the eldest prince Alec gave Lanle the opportunity to truly practice these creeds.

After thinking for a whole day and midnight, the next morning, the confident Marquis came to the palace in a carriage.

First, I paid homage to the respected, great king!

Lanlie patted his chest and promised him with confidence that he would live up to the entrustedness of His Majesty the King, the Prime Minister, the Duke, and take on the responsibility of defending the border of the kingdom and build Celtan into an iron barrel. Not to mention the Molson army, even a fly would not fly in.

Finally, the Marquis talked about the issue of aid and, without any hesitation, reached out to His Majesty the King for money.

Lanlie's intention is obvious. Don't treat me as a fool. You can ask me to go to the place where birds do not lay eggs. You can use me as a gun to deal with the Molsons, but you must give me what you should give!

"How much does it take!" His Majesty the King asked calmly.

"Preliminary plan, 200,000 gold coins should be almost the same!" Lanlie lion spoke up. This was almost the income of a prosperous marquis' territory for two years.

Two hundred thousand gold coins!? It’s just a preliminary plan!? His Majesty the King was obviously not mentally prepared and subconsciously frowned.

Lanlie looked up at His Majesty the King with innocent eyes. There seemed to be countless stars shining in his black eyes, making His Majesty the King feel dizzy.

"Well! This, go and discuss with Bruno and ask him to take you to see Jack! Oh, I slept late last night and needed some sleep!" The old king decided to push the matter to the prime minister and found an excuse to flash his mind.

"Thank you for your support. I believe that with your support, Prime Minister and Jack will be happy to help!" Lanlie respectfully saluted the king's back.
Chapter completed!