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Chapter five hundred and ninety second dark battle

Flander won't attack him, at least not now.

"When Ballwin was just destroyed, I even thought of going south in one fell swoop, and taking all your land, the people, the army and the money tree." Flander raised his right hand and shook it, "But for a moment, I regret it. Losing the Earl of Wells, Wells Province is just a deserted valley for me."

"Yat, your ability is beyond my imagination. I never thought that you really dared to lead two or three thousand soldiers to step on Malumbadi, and captured such a large piece of land in just over a month. This allowed me to see the infinite potential of Welles Province, so I abandoned all the greedy selfish thoughts. I need you and those people under your command."

Yat was a little shocked. He didn't like the intriguing power struggles in the palace, but Fland's straightforward words tonight surprised him even more.

Since everyone had spoken out, Yat simply said frankly, "Mr., although I am a descendant of aristocrats, I have stood up in a tiny state. It is not easy to go all the way. If you say you have no ambition, it is absolutely not the truth. But the king has known me for several years. Have you ever seen me destroy my conscience in order to gain profit? Have I ever lost my trust in order to make profits? Even if it was the territory of the Lombardy Principality I had just occupied, I had plundered for the sake of gaining profits?"

"For me, both profit and righteousness cannot be abandoned."

"Since I raised an army and helped you sit on the iron throne, I will naturally not be distracted by you. As for the province of Wells and the marquis of Burgundy, it is like a small river and a large river. The river is full of water, and the river is full of water and the river is not dry. If the entire Burgundy marquis of Wells is as prosperous as the province of Wells, the worries of the monarch just now will naturally go with the wind; if the entire Burgundy marquis of Burgundy marquis will flourish, the province of Wells will naturally not suffer at night."

"It is precisely because of this kind of faith that I have never stretched out my hand to the size of Wells Province. Even if it is the Fort Marce and Bona, which already belong to me directly, I am just cautious in maintaining it. I believe that the Lord of the King understands my intentions."

"The river is full of water, and the river is full of water, and the river is full of water," Flander sighed and bowed slightly, "I am abrupt tonight, and I should apologize to you."

Yat quickly lowered his body, "I am deeply moved by the fact that Lord King can treat each other so honestly."

However, as soon as Flander's body was slightly straightened, he suddenly said, "When did the Paris King Ting stand behind you?"

This sentence made Yat confused again, "Monk, what do you mean?"

"At the end of September last year, you went to Paris to meet with the important ministers of the King of Dharma. Soon you borrowed five million Finneys from the treasury of the Paris Holy Regiment. Two days after you completed the loan, the King of Dharma ordered the annihilation of the Holy Regiment. Your million Finneys' loan instantly had no creditors."

"Also in the battle to destroy the Holy Regiment, the army of the King of Dharma used a weapon called "Thunder and Fire", which could instantly explode like thunder and destroy everything."
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