"Mr. Ansel, His Highness Jeffrey's subordinates have begun to act." One of the subordinates pushed the door and walked into the private room, whispering to report.

"Oh, go and arrange it, I'm going to visit Sir Ander tomorrow."

"As for orders." The subordinate stepped back and left the private room.

"Mr. Wenden, you can rest assured now that His Highness Jeffrey will not sacrifice everyone's interests in vain."

The actors below are still performing hard, and the fancy singing styles are accompanied by fierce fighting, which makes the audience who watch the play look unblocked.

The frost dragon projected through illusion roared and spit out the overwhelming dragon breath; the knights in a strict array sang fierce and high battle songs, gathering the fighting spirit into a magic gun that pierced the sky.

This is the battle to kill the dragon, an epic battle that the Kingdom of Gilt is proud of.

However, none of the five people in the box looked at the stage. What they were going to discuss was much more important than this drama.

"Haha, His Highness Jeffrey is quite responsible, it seems that we should act as well."

There are not only Ansel in the private room, including him, there are a total of five people.

"But before that, I need to make sure again - Mr. Ansel, are you sure that Sir Ander can pass the second assessment with the Leicester family? If we are not sure, we'd better find another way."

"Of course I'm sure. It would be fine if Sir Ander refused to take the second assessment. As long as he agreed, the Leicester family would definitely pass this assessment."

Ansel reached out and picked up the wine glass, leaned on the back of the chair and took a leisurely sip, and said in a sure tone.

Although Ansel looks like a handsome young man in his twenties, in fact, he is over thirty-five years old - this is a characteristic brought by the bloodline of the Ice Banshee, which others cannot envy.

It was not the first time he met and cooperated with the four people in this box.

Although his elder brother Betrick Otto was originally responsible for the Kalantuo area, some time ago, according to the three-family agreement at the time of founding, Betrick Otto had to follow the king to fight the south, so he would take over here.

"Since Mr. Ansel said so, we will implement the plan based on this. I think His Highness Greg's rebellious actions have seriously damaged everyone's interests, and we need a more suitable candidate for the country." said a man sitting in the corner.

His face was a little blurry, and his figure was even more faint, as if he would sink into the shadow at any time.

"I agree, but we should first confirm who is the most suitable person to serve as the new supervisor."

"Are we not discussing the Third Prince, His Highness Jeffrey?" another person questioned.

"His Highness Jeffrey has worked with us happily over the years, but it is precisely because of this that he knows too much - if he serves as the governor and bites back, it will cause greater damage to everyone's interests."

The five people here represent five different forces. The reason why Prince Geoffrey was elected as the spokesperson was because Prince Geoffrey had a special status and had almost no possibility of inheriting the throne.

This determines that His Highness, the Third Prince, will not stand 100% on the position of the Kingdom of Gilt, but will pay more attention to his own interests - which will give him room to cooperate with everyone.

But position determines the position. If one day, Prince Geoffrey has the opportunity to ascend the throne, will he smuggle with everyone, evade taxes, take advantage of various loopholes and royal privileges to seek high benefits for everyone?

If the third prince ascends the throne of the regent and bites his back, the threat he poses to everyone will be far more than His Highness Greg - because this third prince is the most important link in the entire gray interest chain. He knows the entire industrial chain well and is naturally more targeted.

"Then do you have any other candidates?" The other four, including Ansel, stared at the old man who raised his objections.

"Of course, Princess Heloise is a devout believer of my Lord. For us, she is a more suitable candidate than His Highness Jeffrey." The old man said calmly.

Everyone fell silent.

Theocratic interference in the royal power is a taboo for aristocratic rulers, but this kind of thing is inevitable in any country. Generally, no one will support a believer of a god to control state power except for the believer of the religion.

However, the old man has a unique identity - he is the bishop of the business goddess Woking.

In fact, everyone is trying to make a fortune. No one really wants to overthrow the dominance of the Gilt royal family. If they really want to overthrow the Gilt royal family, the first thing they do is to control the six mage towers in the royal capital Kalantuo.

Although these six mage towers are used by different forces, their highest authority has always been in the hands of the Gilt royal family.

It seems that it is not unacceptable to let the believer of this goddess, His Highness Heloise, take the position of regent.

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the next day.

"End, I'm here to see you. Is it okay to live here?"

Ansel carelessly broke into Ander's villa and greeted loudly.

"Arsel, you are here, we are saying we are going to see you." Amilia came out.

In Kalantuo, Ansel was one of their few friends, and Emilya was quite happy to see him coming to her.

"I guess you're going to settle down two days ago, so I didn't disturb you. Are you settled down now?"

Ansel asked as he walked in, took Ansel's coat and hung it on the hanger.

"Well, I've basically settled down, where are you?"

"I just need to listen to some supervisor reports, and don't worry about it yourself. By the way, where is Ende?"

"He is in the practice room, I'll take you there." Amilia said with a smile.

The door of the practice room was closed, and Amilia pushed open the door directly, and the two walked into the practice room.

There was a sound of weapons breaking through the air in the practice room, and the sound of "whimpering" sounded.

Ander was waving a long weapon, stinging and slashing in the room, and practicing with his slashing left and right.

"End, what weapon is this?" Ansel was shocked.

There are many weapons in this world, with many strange shapes, but with Ansel's knowledge, there are not many weapons that have never been seen before.

Moreover, Ande clearly deserves his swordsmanship, so why did he suddenly create such a big guy?

"This is called Fang Tian Hua Ji. Ansel, why are you free to come today?" Ander asked while waving Fang Tian Hua Ji casually.

The wind whistles, and the cold light flashes on the crescent blade of the long halberd.

Ender's voice was as usual, not like he was in intense exercise at all.

"Aren't you heard you're going to participate in the second Leicester family's assessment? I'll come and see what can help." Anselle pulled a chair and sat down, saying.

This habit of being invisible was cultivated by Anselle in a few months along the way. What's more, this place was originally his place. Although it was given to Anselle, Ander and Emilia did not make any major changes (and there was no money to change), so Anselle was very familiar with the decorations of the things. Entering here was like returning to his own home.

"You are not easy to interfere in this matter. I will solve this matter. I will be entrusted to be loyal to others. When I help Leicester's family finish this matter, I will not owe them."

The long halberd danced faster and faster. The sound of the "Whoowuwu" wind began to bring out a hissing sound like a poisonous snake spitting out the letter, which was the sound of a sharp crescent blade splitting the air.

"Are you going to fight on a horse? This - yes, how heavy is the weapon called Fang Tian Huaji?"

The wind caused by ordinary weapons is like "whip-woo". Only particularly heavy weapons will cause "whip-woo" wind. This weapon has both. Ansel is not a real warrior, so it is difficult to judge for a while.

"Forty-three kilograms, it is said that a lot of gold is added to it." Ander said casually.

While speaking, Ander suddenly withdrew his long halberd in his hand. The long halberd that was spiraled back suddenly spit forward when it reached its peak. With a "sniff" sound, a white mark left in the air, which did not dissipate for a long time.

"I laugh at you and laugh at you and practice casually. I just got this weapon and I'm not familiar with it, so I just play around with it." Ander put the long halberd flat on the ground, walked over and pulled a chair away, and sat opposite Ansel.

"———If you still play with such martial arts, everyone else will die." Ansel sighed.

I have never eaten pork and seen pigs running. Most of them know what it should be like for middle-level professionals or even high-level professionals to take action.

The halberd just now could leave white marks in the air that had not yet dissipated, indicating that the thorn had smashed the tiny water droplets in the air and formed a short vacuum to leave such traces.

To do this, the most important thing is that the speed of the sting must be temporarily created to create a vacuum - this is the famous trace-retaining sting, which is the ability that only the top characters among the palace swordsmen have.

For example, Master Hayz, who died under Ender, once performed this amazing sword technique in public.

The problem is that doing this with a thin sword less than half a pound is completely different concepts!

Ansel walked over without believing in the evil spirit and reached out to bring up the strange weapon named Fang Tian Huaji.

This square sky painting halberd is more than four meters long. The body is as thick as a duck egg. On the dark long handle, there are gold edges as thick as a little finger, which makes the body of the halberd slightly uneven and facilitates increasing friction.

It was a halberd body made of black iron and pure gold.

In the front section, the tip of the one-foot-long halberd is triangular, and there is a crescent-shaped blade below, which is supported in the air by two short pieces.

This unique structure makes this extremely heavy weapon look quite light and agile - of course it is compared with the long-handled battle axe.

"I said, Ender, such a heavy weapon, do you actually want to use it to fight on horseback?"

Although the weapon looks amazing, Ansel does not agree with Ender's use of this weapon to fight on horseback.

"It's nothing to use this weapon on the flat ground, but on the horse's back, it will definitely disrupt the balance of the war horse. It's better to use a rifle." Ansel advised.

The traditional weapon of the knights is riding a rifle, which is a weapon proven by thousands of years of practical combat.

It's like riding a bicycle to lead people. If the guy behind him keeps twisting left and right, it will be difficult for the car to maintain balance, not to mention that the war horse is galloping wildly off the ground with four hooves. At this time, you are on the horse's back, carrying a weapon of more than 40 kilograms. Can the horse still land smoothly?

There are similar weapons in this world. Axes and guns are also long-handled weapons that can stab, chop and hook, but they are advanced weapons for spearmen and are used on the ground. No one will take turns to fight on horseback.

After hearing what Ansel said, Ander was also surprised - Fang Tian's painting halberd is famous on earth, and who doesn't know that anyone who has seen the Romance of the Three Kingdoms?

Ender had preconceived ideas and thought that this weapon must be particularly suitable for horseback combat, so he asked Mrs. Delia to help build it - although this Fangtian Painting Hydrograph was not made by master-level figures, it was very solid in materials.

Even the worst black iron foundation is relatively expensive for ordinary weapons, not to mention fine gold, silver alloy and Mir steel. The material cost alone is more than 1,500 gold coins.

In order to create this long halberd, Mrs. Delia spent a lot of money. If she turned around and told her that this thing could not be used and wasted, Mrs. Delia would not have fainted.

"Well-I think I can still give it a try."

Ander is stubborn, but at worst he can jump off the horse and fight on the ground.

"Since you persist, I won't say much - you are a hundred times better than me in martial arts, maybe you have a way to solve this problem."

"I'm here to tell you that the second test is a military confrontation. Both sides can carry various props, or there can be a spellcaster to come out - Ender, you have no experience in fighting the spellcaster and adding military formations, right?"

"And I guess the Baroness can't come up with any decent casters. The four northern leaders are blank in this regard. At that time, you may have to fight with various spells yourself - do you have experience in this regard?"

Ansel is not an exaggeration. The first competition was about force, but the second competition was about comprehensive combat capabilities. The battle formation with the caster's support and the battle formation without the caster's support are completely different things.

"Common battle formation spells include ground sting, slow stimulation, spider web, greasy syrup, fireball, wind and sand, ice fog, blinding technique, etc. If you don't have a countermeasure here, these spells alone will be troublesome, not to mention that the Second Prince also has a palace mage group, even if they prepare one or two advanced spells, it is possible."

"What should I do?"

Ander hadn't said anything, but Amilia was already shocked when she heard it.

The power of spells is deeply rooted in people's hearts, not to mention that the four northern divisions are the deserts of spells, and you will envy whatever you lack. In the four northern divisions, the power of spells is even blown to the sky.

"There are three ways. One is to find a spellcaster of sufficient level to restrain the opponent's spellcaster; the other is to get a ranged weapon with enough power to suppress the opponent's spellcaster and cannot cast spells smoothly - but this is very difficult. Just a few shields can protect the spellcaster from the threat of bows and arrows. As for the last way, it is to find equipment that increases magic resistance."

Speaking of this, Ansel shook his head: "Even if there is equipment that increases magic resistance, it is not completely safe. There are many types of spells, and it is impossible to defend against them."
Chapter completed!