Chapter 474 2000 Gold Pounds
"It's been a month since we spent 2000 gold pounds, and why hasn't the demon hunter made any response yet?"

While opening the wax letter handed over by the family intelligence chief, Putsilio Osla complained to his father behind the desk.

"It's only been a month." Duke Omes had a gloomy face, reading the letters in his hand one by one, and comparing them from time to time. "Don't worry, although I made some small mistakes, there will be results."

Sitting at the luxurious carved desk, Putsilio was helping his father sort out letters from nobles and relatives from all over the world.

Seeing that his father was unhappy, Putsilio did not say anything else, but continued to sort out the letters in his hand.

"The two descendants of the Changge nobles are asking for support from us northerners?" Duke Omes snorted coldly after opening a new letter. "What a wishful thinking! Let's give the envoy a good meal and send him away."

Although he said he did not want to provide support to the two royal dukes, Omes was secretly giving them blood transfusions in the form of "gift money" and his chamber of commerce.

It was all about the Blue Bee Family and the Long Song Nobles, and he was happy to see them bleed a little more.

"Father, why don't we teach these messengers a lesson and avenge our uncle."

"Arguing with the messenger will only make others think you are timid. Don't do unnecessary things."

The Duke of Omes tapped the paper with his quill pen: "Be at ease. Now is not the time to gamble."

"Those shameful bastards, the Osla family will take revenge, just wait and see." Although he was just performing in front of his father, Putsilio was really sincere.

The feud between them and the royal family is more complicated than what Bonard said.

After the death of King Ferginiuman, who founded the Kingdom of Leia, he passed on the throne and the richest fiefdoms to his second son Tormund Ghis, born to his first wife, and his two younger sons Luel and Neidbach, born to his second wife.

Andagis, the eldest son of the legal wife of the Osra family and the elder brother of Tormund Ghis, only received an empty duke title and a piece of land almost as big as an earldom in the division of inheritance.

The reason was that he had been excommunicated by the church for three years because of his divorce.

The final result, of course, was that Andakis died of depression without leaving any offspring, and the Osra family's bloodline in the royal family was completely cut off.

After this incident, the two families still maintained a friendly attitude on the surface, but they both knew privately that there was no possibility of reconciliation between the two sides.

But Andakis' death was not the result of the royal family's deliberate killing of the only member of the royal family with Osra bloodline. He died in the great plague of Windmill Land in 1414.

At that time, even the old King Tormund Ghis almost died of illness, let alone Andargis, whose fief was in the windmill land?

Both of Andakis' sons died of the plague, leaving only his daughter Gabrielle to visit her relatives in the tribe.

This resulted in the Osra family not being able to provide sufficient legal support in the civil war in Leia.

Unless all the adult males with the right of inheritance died, Gabriel Brumby would not be eligible to sit at the table.

This cousin of the Duke of Omes still lives in the family land. She is 45 years old this year and still unmarried.

Thinking of Aunt Gabriel's plump, hot and soft body and her unrestrained and crazy demands, Putsilio could not help but bend down and close his legs.

"Puni (Putsilio's nickname), what's wrong with you?"

"Ah? Nothing, I was just thinking about the issue of the Thousand Valley Savior Army." Putsilio quickly raised his face and explained.

Duke Omes had no doubts. He looked at his youngest son’s face and said slowly, “For an Osra, you must remember that we use money to solve problems, but money is never a problem.

You entrusted the church to hire witchers with the 2000 gold pounds. I guess only 500 gold pounds will fall into the hands of the lower-level witchers.

But so what, the money is spent, don’t regret it or dwell on it.”

"Yes, father." Putsilio quickly agreed, then coughed and said, "I was thinking, should we take the opportunity to get involved in the Thousand River Valley? After all, Prince Conde has already expressed his position." "Now? I don't want to get involved for the time being." Duke Omes stood up, walked to the tea table, and poured himself a cup of sobering black tea with an exquisite bone china teapot.

"Are you very familiar with Marika? Why are you so obsessed with this?"

Putsilio felt a few drops of cold sweat on the back of his neck. It was not he who was familiar with Countess Marika, but Cousin Gabriel and Countess Marika who were familiar with each other.

Last night when the two of them were bathing together, he had promised his cousin Gabriel that once the words were spoken, the water would be ejected. He could only reply with difficulty and persistence:

"It's mainly because I heard some rumors that the shepherds in Gravel Plains are dissatisfied with the Inossen Dam incident. This is a good opportunity to use up the strength of the local nobles."

"They have objections, how come I don't know? Call the intelligence chief and the finance minister..."

"No, no, no... No need to call you two uncles..."

Duke Omes frowned and looked at his uneasy youngest son with a little confusion. Unlike his brothers, this youngest son has always been calm and capable. What happened today?
Being stared at by his father's piercing gaze, Putsilio remained calm but his heart was beating like a drum. He said without thinking, "Father, I am 24 years old this year, my child is 8 years old, and Horn from the Salvation Army is only 19 years old this year..."

Duke Omes blinked his eyes, and suddenly a light bulb went off in his head and he understood.

You can't usually tell from this youngest son, but unexpectedly, he actually has such a hint of pride in his heart.

Duke of Omes believes that Putsilio's biggest shortcoming is that he is content with his small fortune, is easily influenced by others and easily loses his own opinion.

He now understood that it was because there was no one among his peers who could inspire him.

The eldest son is a fat coward who can't even ride a horse. The second son runs around in a colorful backless skirt every day. The third son is like a pig except for fighting.

If you are surrounded by a bunch of losers, you will naturally have no motivation to move forward.

Although it was unclear why Horn would inspire Putsilio, Putsilio, who never thought about taking the initiative to attack, really changed.

Although he still showed signs of being submissive, the Duke of Omes was still very pleased that he was able to contradict himself and insist on being able to lead independently.

"Not bad."

Looking at the Duke of Omes with a relieved smile in front of him, Putsilio was a little confused. Wasn't he just trying to express that Horn was too young and had great potential and needed to be suppressed early?

What's good about it?
"Since you want to make a name for yourself on the battlefield, I, Omes, have the courage to do it." Duke Omes took out a bottle of wine from the cupboard, poured himself a glass, and poured another glass for Putsilio.

Putsilio took the glass with both hands in a daze: "Father, I..."

"Drink it. I'm really happy that you have the courage to take this step." Duke Omes stared at Putsilio with the eyes of a grown-up child, forcing Putsilio to drink the wine in one gulp.

"I have to discuss what you want to do with your uncles, and you will get what you want." Omes patted Putsilio's shoulder, "Work harder, your brothers are not in good health."

Although he didn't understand what was going on, Putsilio understood that Omes meant to send troops to the Thousand River Valley.

But he also knew that his father would never launch a large-scale offensive against Qianhe Valley, as that would disrupt the original plan.

It is estimated that they will just send a group of noble troops from the Stonehenge region southwards, passing through Hotam County, to attack a group of Salvation Army troops from Langsander County.

As for the head coach, it is most likely his third brother.

In any case, he had completed his cousin Gabriel's mission.

After closing the door of his father's study, Putsilio said to the servant as if relieved: "Let's go and visit our dear cousin Gabriel."

(End of this chapter)