Miss Wang Weina, my cousin can't do it either!

Drake....

Werner immediately realized the seriousness of the matter. He stood up, took out his mobile phone, and wanted to call Kanter, but his reason stopped him.

This is just one side of Hamilton's story, and it is not enough to believe it all.Moreover, His Royal Highness Wayne warned them not to make rash judgments before departure.

There was a reason for the rebellion of the Tara people. People were fed, clothed, and life could go on, so no one would think of rebelling.As mentioned in Hamilton's words, mobs even attacked soldiers with scythes for harvesting wheat ears.What made them so miserable that they had to riot with farm tools?

This matter remains to be investigated.For those rebellious Tara thugs, Werner has already sentenced them to death in his heart, but if the remaining Tara people are still saved, Werner doesn't want to go on a killing spree, and he believes His Royal Highness Wayne will not either. .

The war may have started silently.Werner also thought it would be best to let it end silently.

Let Kanter continue the investigation, there is still one day before the third day of reporting.Hope it's all in time.

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Victoria, Downs, agricultural block.

Mandela wandered boredly on the farmland, which has become a barren land in the deep winter.Mandela kicked over a mound of soil, not caring whether the ears of wheat wrapped in it would be frozen and unable to germinate.

The dirt didn't stick to her toes. As a ferret manipulating dirt and stone, he cherished his feathers very much and would never allow dirty dirt to stain his clothes.

"How long before we can launch an attack?"

Without turning her head, Mandela asked Ahmoni, whose clothes were soiled by the mound of dirt she "unintentionally" kicked over behind her.

Ahmoni ignored it, and while patting the dust on her clothes, she looked at the reeds that bent down and put the ears of wheat into the soil, and said with a light smile:

"Leader, don't let the soldiers in Shenchi see you like this, it will lose your prestige."

As soon as Mandela heard about the leader, she immediately turned her head. Seeing that Weicao was actually squatting on the ground to bury the seeds, her face suddenly turned bad.

"Get up, who will allow you to do such a thing in the face of the leader!"

"You think this is humble?" Weicao patted the dirt, stood up, flicked his tail twice, and asked expressionlessly.

Mandela hesitated for no reason, but immediately retorted with a stiff neck:

"Of course, isn't it?"

Wei Cao flatly denied it, as if stating a fact: "This is not mean, my brother has said it before."

"Brother?" These words seemed to ignite Mandela's explosive keg. She took a step forward and said viciously: "It's just an Aslan nobleman, a waste who relies on blood rather than ability to rise to the top. Your name is His brother? Why do you call him brother in the face of the leader."

Weicao's eyes turned cold, she turned her head away, and replied disdainfully:

"You are not qualified to bear this face, nor are you qualified to be called Brother Wayne."

Real damage is the most real damage in this world, and Wei Cao almost broke Mandela's defense with a word.

"you!"

She took a step forward, looking like she was about to make a move, but fortunately Ahmeni caught her in time.

Mandela is a stupid cat, Raphshine is absolutely right.If she were to stand in the position of Raphshine, the deep pool would probably be discovered by the Victoria Army within two days, and they would be able to celebrate their own funeral today in the second year.

"Okay, the time to start the plan is coming soon. With the blessing of Colonel Hamilton, it is much easier for us to incite the local Tara people."

Ahmoni changed the topic in time and talked about the progress of the current plan,

"Leader, there are already quite a few local nobles who have begun to contact us. Accepting our existence, the nobleman Baron Bolton of Hill County even provided us with a place to work so that our people can infiltrate in Hill County. He A Christmas dinner is also planned, and many nobles and big businessmen from Xiaoqiu County and the surrounding counties will come. Among them are the steel merchants and powerful nobles that we need very much."

"I discovered this man!" Mandela immediately jumped out to express his merit.It's a pity that Celtic is not here, otherwise she would probably be able to raise her tail to the sky.

Ahmoni gave the stupid cat a blank look, and nodded: "Yes, it's you. But we also encountered a little trouble."

Ahmoni looked at Weicao and said:

"The trouble comes from Londinium, from your elder brother. Lady Raphshine."

"Brother?" Weicao became interested, recovered from the state of waiting to fiddle with the ears of wheat, and looked at Ahmoni.

"Yes, your brother." Ahmoney nodded, "Our biggest supporter, the Duke of Champagne, has sent us news that the Prince of Wales attaches great importance to the anomaly in Hillshire, and has sent an investigation team into it. Xiaoqiu County, the investigation team has now investigated the riot in Xiaoqiu County. This is very dangerous and beyond our expectations."

Ahmoni bit her lips, and nodded her hands with some unease:

"We didn't realize that an Aslan nobleman would pay so much attention to a trivial riot in a medium-sized mobile city. Under normal circumstances, Lentinium would not even cast half of his attention on this kind of thing. But this time We miscalculated, the investigative mission is a destabilizing factor. It may well affect our plans."

Ahmani looked at Mandela:

"So, here comes your mission, Mandela, I need you to secretly remove this unstable factor."

Mandela frowned: "Clear the secret? Aren't you embarrassing me?"

"If you want our banquet to be ruined, if the plan goes wrong, and the deep pool is discovered in advance, then it should be cleaned up openly. Then you can go to the leader yourself to plead guilty. Or we will visit your grave next year."

Ahmoni said mercilessly.Mandela turned his face, curled his lips, and nodded:

"I see, I'll find a way."

She glared at Weicao again indignantly, then turned and left quickly.

Ahmoni looked at Weicao and found that her expression was a bit wrong, so she asked:

"what happened?"

Weicao glanced at her, shook her head, and sighed:

"I don't think it's a good idea. Something very bad could happen."

Shenchi is inherently weak. Compared with Victoria, it is even more like a mayfly shaking a tree, and a mantis is like a car.But Shen Chi was so arrogant to Victoria...

What is their reliance?Just because they got a Duke of Champagne as an ally?Just because my sister's magic is very strong?Just because there are a lot of Tara people supporting them?

How many dukes does Victoria have? What is a duke?My sister's spells are very strong, but my brother's spells are even more terrifying, and Victoria's powerful warlocks are countless.Many Tara people support them, but the Tara people are still just a few people, more people, or Victorians.

But Weicao couldn't stop all of this, she was just a stand-in puppet, her sister treated her extremely badly in front of outsiders, and Mandela and Akhmoni turned a blind eye to her opinions.She couldn't affect Shenchi, and was even threatened with her life all the time.

She can only deal with tasks with a negative attitude, never do what she can not do, and suppress what she can suppress, and try her best to make Shenchi less murderous and forbidden.

But this is limited after all.

"Something bad happened?" Ahmani smiled, "Then let it happen, isn't this our purpose?"

"The worse the better, the better. I just wanted to see the newborn after Victoria's order collapsed, so I followed the leader and Shenchi."

Weicao turned her head away, no longer looking at the self-excited Ahmony, but turned her gaze to the south, in the direction of Londinium.

"Ahmoney, can you tell me the time and place of the meeting?"

"No, Lord Raphshine. You want to save those two envoys, right? That's why you can't."

Ahmani replied:

"Don't worry, the fire in the deep pool will burn away Victoria's decay and usher in victory."

Chapter 6 The War Begins (5000 words)

"Miss Saoirse, hello."

Colonel Cantor stretched out his hand and introduced himself to the timid Tara woman in front of him,

"I am the special envoy of Londinium for the investigation of the Hill County incident, appointed by His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales. Miss Willow said that you know a lot. Is it true? If you know something, please do me a favor. Can you tell me about the situation at that time?"

Saoirse opened her mouth, and glanced fearfully at the small hill county garrison behind Kanter. Kanter noticed her eyes, turned his head, and pushed back the guards around him:

"An unarmed Tara woman, what are you trying to get so close with weapons? Go away!"

Adjutant Hill smiled and wanted to explain: "No, Mr. Special Envoy, you know, we—"

But halfway through the conversation, Kanter interrupted:

"I give you an order as a Colonel of the Victorian Empire, leave this room, and do not enter without my permission! This is a military order!"

Hill's face froze, he gritted his teeth, and nodded helplessly: "Understood. Come out with me, you guys."

It wasn't until he left the room with the guards that Kanter turned his head and looked at Saoirse and Miss Willow who was sitting beside her, putting her hands on Saoirse's and comforting her:

"Don't be afraid, Miss Saoirse. I am a soldier of Victoria. You can tell me what you know boldly. I promise that I will tell the truth to the public. I swear as a soldier."

Jane also echoed: "That's right, Colonel Kantor came from Londinium, that Londinium, there are many, many clock towers, there are many castles, and under Aslan's palace there are Londinium of knights, nobles, roses, and wine, where the treasures of the old King Drak are buried. You can trust him!"

Kanter glanced at Miss Willow in surprise.He really wanted to say that Londinium was not as old-fashioned as he said.As Terra's city of ten thousand cities, Lentinium's modernization on the land has already reached its peak, and those castles that have more ornamental value than use value have long been demolished and built factories.As for King Drake's treasure...he really didn't know about it, but as far as he knew, the royal family of Aslan had never heard anything about Drake's treasure through the ages.

However, what Miss Willow said seems to have had an inexplicable positive effect. Saoirse's expression relaxed a little when she heard the flaunting tone, and she looked at Jenny with a bit of a smile on her face. very firm.

He pursed his lips, stood up, walked to the dining table, lifted the decorative vase on it, took out a small business card from under the vase, and handed it to Kanter.

"My lord, that's all I can say. I believe you. Whether you plan to hand this over to a certain lord in Londinium or the garrison officer, please stop their madness."

"Crazy?" Kanter thought of the bloody lives of more than 20 garrison soldiers when he checked the information about the riot in the barracks yesterday, and his face was a little dignified, "You mean, those incidents caused 20 Was the riot in which many soldiers died really the work of the Tara?"

Saoirse was stunned, and her breathing seemed to have stopped for a moment.Jane paid attention to her suddenly trembling body, patted her on the back worriedly, leaned her head against her face, and comforted her in a soft voice: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, this has nothing to do with you."

It took a few minutes for Saoirse to recover, as if to cheer herself up, she clenched Janey's hand tightly, and said decisively:

"Yeah, crazy, I know people are asking about us, but I really don't know the whole thing, I'm just passing on some information, a few sticky notes in the book, a few hidden in the knoll The code in the evening paper, I thought it would make everyone safer, because the garrison always bullies us... But I didn't think they were planning such a horrible thing. Until I just heard the reason for your visit to Hillshire. "

"Yes. I don't want them to be wrong anymore. At first, I thought they were just wanting to carry out an ordinary protest. Later, their behavior became more and more extreme. They kept mentioning [Shenchi] and [Leader]. I don't know who they are but...20+ lives of soldiers....too much. There are good people among the soldiers too...Jane is good and she is my best Friend, I don't want her to get hurt, so I give this to you."

As she spoke, she carefully glanced at Willow beside her.Miss Jane squeezed out a distressed smile and nodded to her:

"I've always felt that there is no difference between Tara and Victorians. No, there are no Tara people at all. We are all Victorians. You are right, Saoirse."

"And behind this is someone deliberately provoking."

Kanter silently memorized the words [deep pool] and [leader].to Saoirse,

"Are you going back to the garrison camp with me? The special envoy has his own living area, and the garrison will not threaten you. You met with us today, and if you continue to stay here, you may be in danger."

The source of the danger, Kanter, didn't say it clearly, but both Jane and Saoirse knew it well.Saoirse hesitated, as if she couldn't believe that her compatriots would do evil to her, and so did Janet.

Young children think too well of rebels and separatists.They all dare to split and rebel under the nose of the most powerful country on earth, so there is nothing they dare not do.They dared to incite a group of Tara people to blast the garrison's garrison, and there was nothing impossible to do.

Since Saoirse couldn't make up her mind, Kanter could only help her make a decision. He took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the entourage of the embassy:

"Bring some people over. I have a witness here who needs protection. 33 Fulton Street, Tara. As soon as possible. By the way, inform Mr. Weinert for me."

Kanter lowered his head and looked at the thin yellow piece of paper in his hand, with only an address and a time on it.

"109 Dam Street, 8 o'clock tonight."

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Victoria, Hills, 109 Dam Street, 8:00 pm

The two special envoy partners, Sir Weinert and Colonel Kantor, met in front of the three-story building on time.Compared with Colonel Kantor who found the key clue and was in a good mood, Weinert's face was serious, as if he was preoccupied.

Kanter asked curiously as he went upstairs:

"What's the matter, why this expression. Isn't our mission almost finished?"

"It's not that simple, Kanter, it's not that simple, we just caught the surface." Weinert took a deep breath, looked at Kanter's eyes full of helplessness and sadness, "Before I went out, I had I finished writing the report to be handed over to Londinium tomorrow, and I will talk to you in detail when I go back at night, it is not convenient here."

Kanter raised his eyebrows in doubt, but since Weinert had said so, he didn't ask any further. After all, this is also the center of the origin of the riot. Kanter was very curious that he could see him at this banquet. The unexpected ones.

"What is more shocking than the fact that this building, the private property of Lord Bolton, has been used for a banquet of rebellion and subversion is that it was attended by so many people."

Weinert pushed open the door, and the uninvited guests stepped into the resplendent banquet hall while whispering to themselves.Luxurious chandeliers, melodious dance music, elegantly dressed nobles, and attendants. If he didn't know the purpose of this banquet, Weinert would be very interested in participating in it, so as to relax his tired body and tense spirit.But now, not only did he lose his leisure and elegance, but when he looked at the nobles in front of him, his heart was filled with contempt and pity.

They despise their hereditary nobles, enjoy their privileges, but don't worry about their country, and even stab a knife in the back of the thriving empire.Pity that they have been seen by me, and they are destined to be recorded in the report sent to Londinium tomorrow, and it will be time for the unicorns to check the water meters one by one.

A waiter noticed the two people standing at the door, stepped forward to salute them enthusiastically and asked, "Hi, guest, tonight is the ball hosted by Baron Bolton. Do you have an invitation card?"

"I am Weinert, Earl, Envoy of Londinium. He is Kantor, Colonel, Envoy of Londinium."

Without invitations, how could they have invitations? Can the family conspire to rebel and send invitations to the imperial envoy?Not everyone is qualified to engage in Hongmen banquets.But the current waiter didn't know what the real purpose of Baron Bolton's banquet was, and thought it was just an ordinary gathering of rich people.Hearing that an earl and a colonel had come, both of them had the title of special envoy of Londinium, they were immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly welcomed them into the hall, and summoned two servants to wait on them, while he quickly step away:

"Please wait a moment, both of you, I will go to the baron right now."

Weinert nodded, without words, and Kanter, who was not good at dealing with this kind of aristocratic communication, kept silent. If he hadn't been introduced, he would have looked like Weinert's bodyguard.

Soon, a fat middle-aged man followed the waiter back here.Baron Bolton is over 40 years old this year. With some hair loss, he wears a tall top hat regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter. When he saw the two of them, he immediately saluted:

"The two special envoys, you are far away. I thought that the two adults were busy with official duties and would not bother to attend a small banquet like mine, so I didn't send invitations to the two adults rashly."

"It's one thing for us to participate or not, but you have to send it. If you don't send it, how can you know that I won't participate? If you don't send it and I refuse, how can I show that I am hardworking and don't have fun? This is a matter of attitude .” Weinert mercilessly made things difficult, and Baron Bolton could only keep apologizing.

"Of course, we didn't come here to play. You have something to hide from us, don't you, Mr. Baron."

Weinert's slender eyebrows were deeply frowned, and his squinted eyes looked quite intimidating. The smile on the corner of Baron Bolton's mouth trembled, and he quickly denied:

"What am I hiding from my lord special envoy? I really don't remember it. Tell me, I must know everything!"

Kanter glared at him and said coldly:

"Don't pretend to be confused, we must have evidence to be here, what is your purpose for holding this banquet, to be honest!"