Fuztel didn't know when he walked to the embassy.

The coolness was always there, and Feldra's minions followed him without his permission. Fuztel expressed his "goodwill" to the teachers, thanked them for their assistance, and said that he was ready to go to the "Envoy"

"Guan" and Hetkra Bian to discuss this matter.

Just pretending to be normal, I came here.

His back was already wet with sweat, hidden under his gorgeous clothes. When he saw the solemn-looking knights of the Lemu family stationed in the embassy, ​​he saw the idle-looking soldiers staring at the sky in a daze.

, looking at the secret sentry arranged here as usual.

The chill behind Fuztel's back became deeper, but he also breathed a sigh of relief.

The careful teacher Feldra would never let the guards remain in their normal state when discovering an abnormal situation.

He will remove the guard and kill your opportunity when you think it is the most relaxed. Although it is quite difficult now, it still retains the opportunity.

If there is anyone who is absolutely impossible to stand on Feldera's side, it must be the Marquis of Waverley, who always openly shows Feldera's hostility. The reason is very simple.

A portion of the revenue needs to be allocated to Waverley's army, and this revenue needs to be borne by the Lemu family, because Archduke Tobias usually sets a quota for the amount collected, and the excess is borne by the Lemu family.

The Mu family earns.

Disputes of interests are often cruel, and because of this, the relationship between Grove and Feldera cannot be good.

Now Grover Waverley has passed away, but his subordinate Hetkel Bian is still there. A famous fifth-level knight, coupled with his special identity, he is the only survivor of the army led by Waverley.

, he will be the commander of the new army in the short term. Such a new force will definitely infringe on the interests of the Lemu family.

The relationship between the two will definitely not be familiar, and even if they are familiar, it is just an illusion. But this is the best target for him to "save himself" with a dagger.

Fuzdiel thought so, he knocked on the door and pushed it open.

What appeared in front of me was a somewhat ambiguous scene...

A man was mingling with several women on a patchwork of soft sofas.

"Hetkra Bian?" Fuzdiel asked with the greatest courage.

He remembered... Hetkra Bian was a self-disciplined soldier of the kingdom. His reputation was second only to Waverly. It was possible that the demise of the army made him give up on himself.

If so, then all his plans will have to be restarted.

"Foztel Tobias?" A voice came from the connected room, and the tall and tall Hetkra Bian walked out of the room.

Hetkra directly said Fuztel's name, which was not in line with etiquette. Although Fuztel was the son of the Grand Duke and the heir to the Duke's title, before the Grand Duke actually gave him the title, it was just an empty name.

A noble with a noble status but without any title. In other words, there is nothing wrong with the title Hetekla.

It's just that this way of addressing people is often used only when they are expressing unkindness to the person coming to them.

Furztel did not pay attention to his attitude, but asked: "Is he...?"

"Alfried...a friend of mine." Hetekla replied. He did not intend to reveal Alfred's identity. Once the identity of the devil is revealed, he will be pursued by the Stine Theocracy.

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"A kind of... special... friend." Fuztel could only say this, because he really couldn't think of other words. When Hetkela was cultivating, the way of making friends was to bring multiple women here to hang out.

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"They have enough friends." If it was Foztel's own friend, he thought he could break off the friendship, or add a curse at the end, "It's best to use too much force and break it directly."

"Do you think he is a friend enough?" Alfred asked a strange question, and then said to himself: "He is really not a friend enough. At such a critical moment, he actually let his friend stay on the sofa.

But he didn't want to give up his bed."

Fuztel could only show an embarrassed smile.

"I came to you about the mission." Fuztel rounded up the topic and got straight to the point.

He deliberately observed the few people standing behind him, acting as his assistants, without showing too many expressions.

This fleeting glance caused a smile to appear on Alfred's lips.

"Before this, the Marquis of Fidella Lemu has already discussed with me. He hopes that I can cultivate a decent army within seven days."

"It's just a superficial deterrent." Fuzdiel looked as if he was stunned.

"So how many more days are there?"

"Six days." Hetekla replied.

"Time is a little tight." Fuztel said flatly, but when you think about it with words, these words are more like a condemnation without scolding. With only six days left, you are still envoys

Rest inside the library and hang out with friends.

"I also know that time is tight, but the priest I invited asked me to rest for two days. In the army, only when you are strong can you control others." Hetkela retorted.

The two created an atmosphere of discord.

When no one was paying attention, Fuzdiel noticed the difference in Hetkra's gesture. His flat palms were pressed against the legs of his trousers, like a normal standing posture of a soldier. However, if you look closely, you can see that he is bent.

Put your index finger on the seam belt at the corner of the pants, and then tap it twice.

The redundant movements made Fuzteler suspicious.

He tried to match the aggressive momentum contained in Hetekla's words, "retorted" his words, and tried his best to create opportunities for solitude while speaking.

"Can I, under your leadership, see the army that has been trained for a day? Knight Hetkla."

"...Okay." Hetekla looked reluctant, "But it's best to have fewer people. I don't want the army that has just improved to be disturbed and have any impact."

More people interpreted his words as saying that he didn't want too many people to see such a shameful army, which would harm his reputation.

But Fuztel smiled slightly, and it was clear that Hetkra Bian understood what he meant.

"Go and help me prepare the dinner. I will entertain Knight Hetekla at the palace tonight." Fuztel ordered, and he followed Hetkla away.

The new recruits who had just been mobilized were full of a chaotic atmosphere, and they calmed down a little after Hetkela appeared.

Hetekela found a relatively quiet environment and asked, "What do you want from me?"

"kill.."
Chapter completed!