Clamping his fists, Prince Bernard said angrily: "Send troops to Luxirong area."

"Your Highness, then they..." the soldier pointed at Juan II and others and asked in a low voice.

"When is it now? Is there still time to care about them?" Prince Bernard turned over and said, "Where do they go, we will now meet the Portuguese as soon as possible and take back our territory."

"Yes." The soldiers agreed, and then followed Prince Bernard toward Lucirong.

Looking at the army that was leaving, Juan II sighed: "The Iberian Peninsula has changed. I didn't expect that the Kingdom of Portugal would last until the end. Let's go!"

No matter how unwilling Juan II was, he was already a lonely man at this moment. No matter how the Iberian Peninsula develops in the future, it has nothing to do with him. What he can do now is to leave here as soon as possible and start a new life.

After several days of marching, the French finally arrived at Luciron. Perhaps Tim had predicted the arrival of the French, so at this moment, there were already lined up at Luciron's gate to welcome him.

Tim greeted him with a smile: "His Royal Highness Prince Bernard must have worked hard along the way. Come in and rest."

No matter how angry Prince Bernard was, now seeing Tim's enthusiastic attitude, he could only grit his teeth and swallow his anger back into his stomach.

"No need to go in, we'll make some things clear here."

Prince Bernard refused Tim's invitation without hesitation, and only fools would enter. Now Rosillon is already a Portuguese territory. If he goes in, who knows if there are heavy troops lying in the castle, maybe it will be gone forever.

Tim didn't care about his cold attitude and said with a smile: "Okay, you can be wherever you say."

After saying that, he ordered people to carry out the table and stool from the castle, and then Tim sat down with Prince Bernard.

"His Majesty Tim, your Portugal Kingdom has done too unkindly this time." Before Tim could speak, Prince Bernard had already taken the lead in attacking: "The Kingdom of Portugal openly robs our land. Are you going to tear the covenant between the two countries and declare war on us?"

When Prince Bernard felt so heartbroken that he could not breathe as soon as he thought that the Iberian Peninsula was occupied by the Portuguese. According to the original plan, these lands should belong to France.

Tim asked slowly as he tapped the table slightly, "When did I steal your land?"

"It's all happening, are you still planning not to admit it?" Prince Bernard pointed at Tim's nose and scolded loudly: "We took the three places of Lucirong from the Kingdom of Aragon, and it belongs to us. Now that you have sent troops to occupy Lucirong and other places, isn't this still robbed?"

"O." Tim said carelessly: "I ask a question. From a geographical point of view, what region does Lucirong and other places belong to?"

"It belongs to the Iberian Peninsula." Although it was not clear about Tim's purpose, Prince Bernard blurted out.

"Then which region do you France's Kingdom belong to?" Tim asked again.

Prince Bernard was stunned: "Western European plains."

"Then where does our Kingdom of Portugal belong?" Tim's words became more and more kind.

"Iberian Peninsula." Prince Bernard thoughtful.

"So, our Kingdom of Portugal belongs to the Iberian Peninsula, and your Kingdom of France belongs to the Western European plains. You don't object to this conclusion, right?" Tim raised his eyebrows and induced Prince Bernard in sequence.

“Yes, but….”

Tim slapped his thigh and said with a smile: "Look, this is a matter of a grave. Since your Kingdom of France does not belong to the Iberian Peninsula, then the places such as Lucirong should not belong to you, so how can we get the snatch?"

"Thank you to my dear allies for helping us temporarily take care of Lucirong and other places. We will never forget this kindness." Tim emphasized these two words for the time being.

"You..., absurd." Prince Bernard was so angry that he was angry: "Who made the rules? It's simply a fallacy. I tell you, no one has ever dared to make rules about our Kingdom of France."

"Your Highness the Prince may be embarrassed because you haven't heard of this rule before." Tim's smile suddenly dropped: "You may feel uncomfortable now, but it doesn't matter, because you will slowly adapt."

Prince Bernard punched the table: "I think your majesty's tone is going to go against my Kingdom of France?"

"The Kingdom of Portugal does not want to oppose the Kingdom of France, but it will never allow any inch of territory to be lost!" Tim also stood up and glared at Prince Bernard.

Tim is 180 cm tall and Prince Bernard is 171 cm tall. The two stand together and compare each other, and in an instant, the height is immediately judged.

Tim looked down at Prince Bernard and smiled coldly: "If Prince Bernard considers withdrawing his troops and returning to you France now, then the relationship between the Kingdom of Portugal and the Kingdom of France will remain the same; if His Highness insists on fighting with us, then we will not be afraid of any war."

"Is that so? It seems that His Majesty Tim is very confident? That's right, let's test each other." Prince Bernard lost a bit in momentum, but he never gave up in language: "Since we can destroy the Kingdom of Castile and the Kingdom of Aragon in succession, then your Kingdom of Portugal is naturally no problem."

"The reason why you can defeat the Kingdom of Castile and the Kingdom of Aragon is not because these two countries suffered huge disasters and their strength was greatly damaged." At this point, Tim curled his lips and whispered to Prince Bernard: "Except for the Kingdom of Portugal, other areas of the Iberian Peninsula have suffered disasters. Do you know why this is?"

"Why?" Prince Bernard was shocked.

"That's because I had predicted this disaster long ago, so I came up with a solution in time." Tim's voice became even lower: "Unfortunately, the source of this disaster is in the hands of our Kingdom of Portugal. As long as I want, I can spread the disaster to any other area. Do you believe it?"

"What do you mean?" Prince Bernard's breathing was a little rapid: "This disaster is you..."

Tim smiled and said, "Yes, this disaster is one part of my imagination. The purpose is to destroy the power of the Kingdom of Castile and the Kingdom of Aragon. Now that the purpose has been achieved, how do you feel this power?"
Chapter completed!