Chapter 175 The Second Day Demon Emperor Hoss

The iron door slammed shut, locking out Drolt's screams.

Barniforth and Mizam came to a reception room in the castle, and several servants immediately brought wine.

After drinking a large glass of wine, Barneyfors sat down on a chair and said dejectedly, "This is a complete failure. It's completely a failure."

"What's broken?" asked Mizam, Prince Conde's personal chaplain, with a smile.

"Can you still laugh? We have captured these peasants who followed Saint Sun Horn in the uprising. Bishop Constance is not a fool. He will only think that we have returned in defeat."

"But we were defeated. We let those refugees escape. Isn't that also a defeat?" Mizam took a sip of wine. "But defeat doesn't mean losing."

"Mr. Mizam, what do you mean by this?"

"You don't understand this." Mizam bent down and asked Barnifors to bend down as well, and the two began to whisper.

"You haven't experienced anything like this before, so it's normal that you don't know. I'll teach you one.

In a war, you don’t have to win to be credited. You have to be able to speak. If you can speak, you can still be considered a winner whether you lose. If you can’t speak, you can still be considered a loser whether you win or not.”

"Oh?" Barniforth immediately stood up, closed the door of the small study, and asked in a low voice, "I know this trick, but can it still be used at this time?"

"Why can't it be used? Don't you know how to use it? How did you get the position of bishop?" Mizam was horrified.

Although he knew everything from other things he had done, facing this large-scale war, Barnifors still grumbled, "But we should at least have some results? We didn't even catch a leader."

After suppressing his surprise, Mizam rested his chin on the back of his hand with a mysterious expression: "We have this."

"This really doesn't exist."

"You can have this!"

"...You mean to find someone to impersonate me?" Barniforth covered his mouth to suppress his exclamation. "If this is exposed, then it will be over, right?"

"Who said that?" Mizam laughed proudly, "You have to report to Archbishop Constance, Archbishop Constance has to report to the Pope, and the Pope has to report to the many believers in the empire.

Otherwise, where is the dignity of the church? Where is the dignity of Myrcella? Especially after the blue blood was exposed, a short-haired senior official is even more needed.

Everyone is in a hurry and has no time to check, so we can just find someone who not many people know and who looks like the person."

Standing up and pacing around the room for a while, Barnifors continued to ask suspiciously: "But what if the short-haired side doesn't recognize it?"

"Who will admit it if the top brass is arrested?" Mizam spread his hands. "If they don't admit it, it means we arrested the right person. If they admit it, it means we arrested the right person even more."

"But the question is, where can we find such people?" Barneyforth's voice was still hesitant. "The ones we caught were all small thugs and farmers. You can tell at a glance that they are not short-haired high-ranking officials. They are too fake."

Mizam suddenly pointed outside, in the direction of Drolt: "What do you think of him?"

"He?" Barniforth was shocked. "He is a knight."

"I have investigated him. He has a muscular body and a dignified face. If we just grab a commoner, it would be inappropriate." Mizam opened his pocket and pulled out a roll of paper and threw it to Barneyforth. "His family declined a hundred years ago. He is alone now. He has no wife, is not interested in women, has a withdrawn personality, and spends most of his time guarding the castle and not going out.

The most important thing is that the demon grandson and his men had come to the Duke's castle many times before, and he was the one who received and led them.

He has seen the demon grandson himself and even talked with him. He is more familiar with these short-haired high-ranking officials than we are. When asked, he can tell us everything. "

"But he is the Duke's Knight Commander, responsible for the protection of the Duke and the castle. He should lead the way and monitor the visitors."

"Then how come he is alive while the Duke is dead?" Mizam sneered, "It was because he betrayed the Duke that the Duke was captured."

Barneyforth was stunned.

Mizam pulled out a piece of paper and quickly wrote a draft on it: "Our wise and brave Duke should have been able to defeat the enemy quickly, but the enemy has ambushed a short-haired spy beside the Duke.

This spy was Knight Commander Droult. Droult secretly gave a strand of the Duke's curly hair to the Demon Sun Horn, who used the voodoo doll technique to curse the Duke to death.

If it wasn't for Drolte, how could the Duke die?

The knights were leaderless, but still bravely faced the enemy. They were first blown into the river by the devil's wind, and then fought with the ghosts in the river.

When it seemed that he was about to be killed, we led our army to the scene. The Shorthair was terrified and retreated step by step, all the way to the Wild Spider Forest. He suffered heavy casualties and had to abandon Drolt and escape.

After our investigation, we found that Drolt’s real identity is the uncle of Demon Sun Horn, Demon Sun Horn’s deputy, the next day Demon King Segar Hos Galar, even Demon Sun Horn has to kneel down and salute him every day..."

"Wait wait, I have a few questions." Barneyforth covered his forehead.

Stopping writing, Mizam raised his head and said, "Please go ahead." "Why should we clear the Duke's identity? Now that the Blue Blood incident has been exposed, wouldn't it be better to beat him up and dispel the anger of the people?
Secondly, why do we need curly hair? What is the purpose of this?

Finally, didn't Segar escape with the help of the Grocers Guild? How did he end up here again? "

Putting down the pen, Mizam began to explain to Barneyforth slowly: "First of all, we must never acknowledge the Blue Blood Orphanage. All relevant evidence must be destroyed, and those who know about it must keep their mouths shut.

The Duke cooperated with the church to sell blue blood wine. If the Duke is not clean, then wouldn't Horn and his people be right? Then how should we deal with it?

Second, we need the Duke to be innocent in this matter, but his character must be unclean and he must have brought it upon himself, so that it will be easier for us to take over the Duke's property and prevent any relatives from asking for money.

The purpose of making the hair curly is to imply that his orientation is not normal, that he has violated the doctrine, and that he deserves to be exploited and killed.

At the same time, he had an affair with the uncle of Demon Sun Horn. This kind of bizarre rumor was what people loved to talk about the most, diverting the attention of the common people away from Blue Blood.

Third, Sehgal ran away and no one else knew about it. We needed a character who was important enough and real enough, otherwise how could we deal with some small fish and shrimp?

Let's give him a middle name, Hoss, so that he has a similar name to his nephew. People who don't know might think we have caught Horn.

Even if he is exposed, we can still say that we never said he was Horn. Do you have any other questions? "

Looking at Mizam’s peaceful smiling face, Barnifors shuddered: “No, there’s no problem.

………………

"The next day, Demon King Segar?"

Prince Kongdai threw the letter in his hand away with a helpless look and looked at the wild spider forest in front of him. Dozens of jumping spiders and seven or eight bull spiders fell in front of him.

The remaining giant spiders were still fighting with the infantry, as if it was endless.

"Where do these spiders come from?" Prince Conde shook off the disgusting slime on his sword.

A man dressed in a scholar's outfit and wearing a blue embroidered cape replied, "Giant spiders are said to live in caves in the mountains. They have only gradually appeared in the past hundred years, and not many naturalists have recorded them."

This scholar was hired by Prince Kongdai from the Salin Scholars Society as his daily advisor.

Prince Conde shook his head. He had tried to break through by force, but it was difficult to walk in the woods and it was also difficult to form a charging formation.

The most disgusting thing is that the giant spiders that come to attack will spit out spider silk, which will entangle the hooves and legs of the war horses. Although it will not cause any damage, it does force them to dismount from time to time to clean the spider silk.

Thinking of the swamps and mountains behind the woods, Prince Kongdai felt a rare sense of tiredness.

If he had known it would be so troublesome, he should not have gone to Xiaochi City in the first place, but should have suppressed this group of refugees personally.

"Forget it, let's go back." Controlling the horse and turning away, Prince Kongdai said with a dull look, "There's no need to waste time here. Go ask the church and find out how to lure away the guarding monsters of this Blue Blood Monastery."

"As ordered, Your Highness."

After the scholar left, Bogliu chased after him on horseback: "Your Highness, are we going to Chateau Jeanne d'Arc now?"

"Yes." Prince Condé said without turning his head. "Let's go to Jeanne d'Arc to replenish supplies first. Then I'll leave a few imperial companies to guard the castle. The rest of you will accompany me to Flying Castle to meet Archbishop Constance."

"I understand." Bo Aoluo nodded, but his breathing suddenly quickened. "Your Highness, regarding the Kingdom of Leia, do you want to..."

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask." Prince Conde's voice was emotionless, but Bogliuo was completely tense.

"Yes, yes, my lord."

Prince Conde and Bioliu led the extraordinary knights and walked back silently, but halfway through, Prince Conde stopped again.

He turned around and looked at the mountains behind the Wild Spider Forest, frowning: "What's that sound? What are they shouting?"

When Bo Aoluo tilted his ear, he heard a faint shouting sound echoing among the mountains, but he didn't know who was shouting.

A strong winter wind blew through the wild spider forest before my eyes. All the trees rustled, and amidst the noise, the sounds in the distance became clearer.

Prince Condé straightened his back.

It sounded like one person was yelling, but also like many people were yelling.

"If you are not fair, please come forward and listen——"

"Kill all the injustices——Fang Taiping——"

(End of this chapter)