After browsing the content of the title written by Martin quickly, a thick look of shock flashed in the count's eyes when he looked at Martin.

It is obvious that although he had seen Martin's ability in mathematics before, the Count still did not expect that his wife and nephew had studied these logical problems to such a level.

But no matter how surprised he was, what made him even more curious was that Martin and Bishop Aslan came together and asked himself to help print these things?

The Count nodded: "It's okay to print. But... what's the use of printing these things?"

No wonder he had this question.

After all, before that, copying these things has always been given to Gress.

"The more, the better!" Bishop Aslan's expression was unprecedentedly serious, "Don't ask any extra questions. This matter is very urgent. Otherwise, there will be a big mess in Farelinburg."

"Also!" Martin added quickly, "After printing it, let the newspaper boys distribute these flyers as quickly as possible along the streets and alleys, so as to ensure that more people can see this thing, especially the streets near the East District."

Martin and Bishop Aslan discovered that the targets of the ceremony were all rich people.

Of course, they and Doriani and those selected prisoners are exceptions.

All three of them came to the door by themselves.

Of course, for those prisoners, it is an unintentional disaster.

"Let more people see it?" The Count was not very able to understand this request.

"The more quantity, the better, the faster the speed, the better!" Martin nodded and repeated again.

The count also saw the anxiety of the two, so he stopped asking too much, nodded and said, "Then I'll go there myself."

The Count personally urged this matter, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

The Count's printing factory is located in the west of the city, and it is very far away, and it spans most of the city.

So this time the Count also experienced a manpower plane with the assistance of Bishop Aslan.

With one more person, Bishop Aslan's speed was not only not affected, but also accelerated.

In less than four minutes, the three of them landed on a street in the west of the city.

The count sorted out his appearance and was able to keep his face unchanged.

In contrast, Martin was a little embarrassed.

After landing, he even retching twice, his face slightly pale.

All are signs of airsickness.

There were several witnesses on the street, but after seeing the three of them’s clothes, they didn’t even point fingers or whisper in their eyes except for the look of admiration.

Tao means someone makes a prayer statement and whispers a word.

There is no doubt that these believers should have a little more pious belief in the temple.

The west of the city is an area where factories gather and the place with the most poor people.

The printing factory is filled with the smell of ink, and the environment is not very good.

The Count took Martin and the Bishop to find the manager of the factory.

The administrator named John seemed to be at a loss when he saw the count coming in person and received him tremblingly.

The Count's order is simple: "Stop all tasks first and print the contents on this piece of paper with all their might. The faster the better."

John took the paper with both hands and went to do it immediately.

During this period, Martin talked to the count about the discoveries before and after the ceremony, as well as the real purpose of printing these things at present, which can also be regarded as resolving his doubts.

Although the doubts were resolved, more worries filled the count's heart.

As one of the most important powerhouses in Farelinburg, the Count was quite responsible.

This situation occurred within his jurisdiction, but he was only aware of it and was undoubtedly a dereliction of duty.

At present, I can only try my best to make up for it.

Just as Martin was busy telling the Count, the south of Annu Fortress...

On the coastal location, there is a small harbor town.

This is the place to provide supplies to merchant ships.

Occasionally, there are some goods that cannot be seen, and they will be unloaded here quietly and complete the transaction in secret.

The routes along the east and west coasts are very safe and require very low ships.

In order to load more cargo, many captains will choose to reduce the number of crew members.

On a high slope beside the town, a tower of rocks stands.

There is a specially made fluorescent lamp on the spire of the tower, which can point the way for merchant ships coming and going at night.

Such a lighthouse will be built at ports along the coast.

The sea surface was covered with mist in the early morning. The night watchman stood up and turned off the fluorescent lights, and looked at the sea habitually.

It was very windy last night, and the waves on the sea were more than before. It hit the shore and made such a deafening sound.

More than a dozen sailboats were sailing westward on the distant sea.

However, the night watchman on the lighthouse soon discovered some abnormalities.

The distance between these ships is too close.

In the past, fleets would try to keep some distances as far as possible to avoid collisions.

But, what does this have to do with him being a vigil?

He rubbed his eyes and muttered a few words, took out the breakfast that he had hidden in his arms, and had body temperature, and started eating the cold water in the kettle one by one.

Not long after, a ship was docked on the dock.

Its mainmast was broken, and it seemed to be from the same caravan as the ships just now.

There was a boat approaching, and the night watchman was quite dedicated. He watched the sailors walking down the boat through the lookout and parked the boat.

Then, he widened his eyes, and the dark and hard bread slag slipped from his mouth, but he didn't realize it.

Hundreds of people suddenly appeared in the cabin!

They were all wearing light armor and entered the few three streets of the town separately.

On this morning different from the past, a bloody massacre began!

From the houses near the seaside in the town, heart-wrenching screams came.

These desperate screams pierced the morning mist and woke the night watchmen up.

That's Lance's soldier!

He hurriedly went down the stairs inside the lighthouse, trying to escape.

But as soon as the door opened, I saw a black armored jacket, and with a grim smile, I raised the sharp blade in my hand.

As the severe pain slashed the cheeks, the field of vision was first covered by red, and then everything was swallowed by darkness.

Ding, ding, ding...

The armored guard walked in a hurry and walked through the courtyard at a nearly jogging speed, and came to the hall.

"Your Highness, Shura Town discovered that Lance's soldiers were unknown and had lost contact!"

The prince sat in front of the sand table, motionless, as if he had not heard the guards.

"Your Highness! Shure Town discovered Lance..."

After a few seconds, the guard repeated again.

"I see!"

A cold voice interrupted the guard's anxious words.

"Your Highness, then do we want to send troops?" asked the guard.

Vita raised his head from the sand table, his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse: "Did you know, the king passed away, just last night."

The guard opened his eyes wide, his eyes filled with shock.

His Highness the Third Prince never jokes, and this is not something that can be joked about.

After following this highness for many years, he also understood what that actually means.

"Your Highness, do you want to raise an army to return to Coretta?" He came back from the shock and the guard asked quickly.

Vita shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Isn't that the plot of the Lance people? Annu is the land of Gapher, and I can't give it to them for nothing! I must not bear the infamous reputation of losing my territory!"

"But the throne..."

The guard wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Vita.

Vita said coldly: "Shut up! No need to say about going back. I don't want to be the sinner in the mouths of my two brothers."

The guard quickly shut up and looked at him with some trepidation.

His Highness, the Third Prince, acts thrillingly and has his own ideas.
To be continued...