Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 22 The Adult World is All About Calculation
"Um?

Cough cough cough cough~
What did you say? "

Earl Morley stared blankly at Haven.

Startled by Earl Morrie's strong reaction, Haven whispered...
"That's what I read in the book: send your son over to bewitch the king."

Then the king thought nothing was wrong, but the one who sent his son secretly developed, and on an auspicious day, he made a vow and smashed his wine cup.

By the time the king realized what was happening, the enemy had already reached the city walls, and the son died a horrible death.

I'm still so young, I haven't even had a spontaneous trip yet, it would be such a shame to die~

After listening to Haven's whispered ramblings, the two exchanged a glance, then burst into thunderous laughter.
Hahahahahahahahahahahaha

Kevin! Kevin! This kid, this kid really has a vivid imagination!

Count Hyland walked directly behind Hyland and slapped him on the back of the head.

"Hahahaha~ We nobles have the dignity of nobles, how could we do something that would dishonor the spirit of chivalry?"

Stop reading those bards' storybooks; you're just wasting your time all day.

Haven rubbed his throbbing head, which was still sore from being slapped, and muttered to himself.
"You two bumpkins, what do you know? This kind of thing was common back in the last century."

Earl Maurice laughed for quite a while before stopping.

"It's not as complicated as you think. Okay, let's get serious. Now you probably understand what's going on."

Who's being indecent?
I silently gave this sleazy, bald, and gloomy old man a look of contempt.

"I think I understand. It's just that since the founding of the empire, the church has been constantly strengthening its influence and almost became the leader, but then it was sniped by our brother, Li Jin.

Finally, through the efforts of his two elder brothers, he successfully became the leader of England. However, the Sleeping King, having taken over this promising situation, became infatuated and naively trusted the Church. The Church's desire to seize power was rekindled.

Then the southern lords were bribed, and our current leader's position became unstable, while we in the North are loyal to him and will not allow him to step down.

Isn't that how it is? I know this plot well.

Count Morrie scratched his beard. Although he felt that what Haven meant was correct, it sounded a bit strange.

"Hmm~ That's about right. That's the current situation. Although things seem calm on the surface."

In reality, the empire has been divided into three factions: currently, we and the central lords' royalist camp, and the eastern, western, and neutral camps.

And the church camp in the south, while the lords in the southwest region are currently leaning towards the church camp.

According to intelligence reports from the capital, three-fifths of the southwestern lords have received assistance from the church in various forms.

It was nearly one o'clock in the morning, and the entire city of Whiteman was quiet except for the occasional bark of a dog.

"So what are you planning to do? I don't think we have much of a chance to resist."

Look at that church, they have money and manpower, tsk tsk, what a great image of a leader...

"Hey! Why did you hit me again?"

Haven turned around and glared at Earl Hyland, who had slapped him on the back of the head again.

Count Hyland completely ignored Havent's murderous glare and reached out to roughly rub Havent's head a few times.

"Son, good things often hide deadly dangers. When you become someone without any freedom or thought, and the most important thing you do every day is pray to God."

Haven irritably pushed the old man's hand away; although it felt nice, he wouldn't allow it.

"I was just joking, how could I possibly believe the church is good? That Aurelion, with his grinning face, doesn't look like a good person."

Haven absolutely loathed the Dawnguard leader who kept bothering him; his smile was so charming, it was a waste that he wasn't a gigolo.
"As you know from the sentry's report, although the Church of the Death has gone to the border of the Orcish Empire, there are still a large number of undead remaining within its territory. Your father and I discussed it and decided to take advantage of the current crisis of the Church of the Death in the North to recall some of the troops stationed at the Ammar Line."

"Aren't the troops that were supposed to be rotated back supposed to come back? Do we have to move them back as well?"

Count Morrie chuckled, then said in a chilling tone.

“80% of our troops are stationed on the Arma Line. We Northerners have borne too much for decades.”

If we use the remaining troops in our territory to clear out the enemy, we will probably pay a heavy price.

Now, the lords in the south have two choices: either pay them money or send soldiers to garrison the Arma defense line.

Listening to Earl Morrie's description, Haven asked, somewhat puzzled.
"The Arma defense line is so far from the southern lords, would they care?"

At this moment, Earl Hyland walked to the window and opened it a crack. The October night in the North was already quite cold, and the cold wind blowing in through the crack made Haven shiver involuntarily.

"It's not far. A cavalry unit fleeing at full speed can reach Anfumo Province from the Amma Line in a month at most."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

I don't quite understand why they were talking about money one minute and then suddenly started talking about something else the next.

"Before, the Orc Empire's southward invasions were basically once every five years, but in the last twenty years, they were basically once every three years, and in the last five years, they have already come three times."

At this point, Haven seemed to see tears welling up in the eyes of the elderly Earl Morrie.

"Too many children are dying in the North, and they are dying faster and faster."

According to incomplete statistics, approximately six of our territories were reduced to ashes, and the total population of these six territories was about 190,000.

Each time we resisted the orcs' southward invasion, we would lose or be wounded tens of thousands of soldiers.

Hearing this data, Haven felt a pang of sadness. Looking at his father standing by the window, he could see a deep sorrow in his eyes.
"So, my child, you need to go to the capital. Lord Charlton has returned from the Arma Line."

When the time comes, a letter will be delivered to His Majesty. You only need to give this letter to His Majesty, and His Majesty will naturally know what to do.

Of course, besides that, if you'd like, you could help Kubant in the capital; he's struggling to make ends meet alone there.

"Kuban?"

A look of guilt rose on Count Morley's face.

“My son has been living in the capital on his own for five years now, and he’s three years older than you.”

"Oh, I see."

Haven glanced at Earl Morrie discreetly; the old fellow seemed to be more than twenty years older than his father.

Wow! Still going strong for his age!
"What can I do to help him?"

"We adults have our struggles, and you children have yours."

The struggle among nobles begins from childhood. If you outmaneuver other noble heirs when you are young, you will naturally have an advantage over them when you grow up.

In recent years, we have not had many outstanding young people in the North, and the nobles in the North have changed frequently. In addition, the North has been dragged down by the Arma Line.

Therefore, the support for children became increasingly insufficient, and many children, unable to bear the pressure from the sons of nobles in other places, returned home dejectedly.

Then, a few years later, he died at the Arma Line.

Uncle Mori has seen your intelligence. If you go to the capital, please help Kuban. He's a stubborn boy who has suffered a lot for the honor of the North.

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