In the oldest times, disabled people were once considered to have special abilities and were traces of touching by gods. However, as the times change, they were considered as burdens to society, and some were even abandoned or killed at birth. This may be because of the low social productivity. Ordinary families cannot bear the pressure of children without labor. However, the aristocratic family in which Dylan Matt grew up did not know what purpose the child suffered from rickets was left behind.

"Is it awkward to walk with me?" Dylan Matt walked in the palace with his staggering steps. The court officials and servants passing by looked at Arod, who was walking with him with surprise. He did not understand why the palace prince with a high status would walk with the monster Dylan Matt.

"I remember a saint once said that when God takes away something, he must give another gift." Arod heard rumors about Dylan Matt in the court. Many people believed that the devil had possessed him, and some people looked at this noble of pure blood in a way that looked at the clown.

"Haha, but it seems that God must have forgotten my gift." Dylan Matt said self-deprecatingly.

"No, your wisdom and insight are not what others do." Aruod said sincerely.

"Thank you for your appreciation, Count, please rest assured. I will do my best to persuade Baron Marcus, but if I were you, you should dispatch your Blood Drop Brotherhood members. The war in this palace is no worse than on the battlefield." Dylan Matt smiled slightly and suggested to Arod.

"How do you know?" Arod was shocked. How could Dylan Matt, who was far away in the court of the Principality of Mason, know about the Blood Drop Brotherhood, and how did he know that the Blood Drop Brotherhood is responsible for intelligence operations.

"I've actually been paying attention to you. I'm very interested in the effective intelligence network you have established. But you're too concerned about the Slavs in the Baltic. In my opinion, you should put the spy's attention in East Franklin, because a big storm is coming." Dylan Matt and Arod walked to the gate in front of the tower, and Dylan Matt whispered to Arod.

"The Great Storm?" Arod was a little surprised. Dylan Matt seemed to have mastered many things he didn't know, so he stopped and asked.

"The Duke of Saxony died, and the old duke with the title of lion died in an apple core. What a big joke God made, but the delicate political balance in the empire was broken. Poor Your Majesty must be very troublesome." Dylan Matt was not valued by anyone on weekdays. He believed that his mind was stronger than the nobles in the entire palace, and even in order to gain the recognition of Duke Mason and Embler Earl, he collected information that was closely related to the Duke of Mason. He analyzed and sorted out his attempt to find the diplomatic and internal affairs strategies that were most beneficial to the Principality, but everything he did was futile. No one cared about him, and no one cared about his suggestions. Year after year, suppressed Dylan. Matt was almost desperate, but God finally brought hope to him. So he couldn't help but talk.

"Mr. Dylan Matt thanks for your advice. When you come back from Baron Marcus, will I be lucky enough to invite you to dinner?"

"My honor, Lord Palace Prime Minister." Dylan Matt tried his best to suppress his almost ecstasy. He felt that he could hardly control his emotions. Fortunately, Count Earl Emble's carriage was led over at this time. Because of his size, Dylan Matt could not ride a horse and could only ride a carriage. He entered the carriage and ran out of the castle. There were several knights of Duke Mason who were also protecting him.

With Arod's mission, Dylan Matt traveled to Baron Marcus's territory with a starry night. At this time, the snow had begun to gradually merge, and the roads in the countryside were muddy. On the way, Dylan Matt saw some burned villages, the roofs of thatched houses had been burned, leaving only round walls made of mud, and the livestock in the wooden fence outside the house had long disappeared, and no one had to sort out the public arable land in the village in strips.

"Dylan Matt, the messenger of Duke Mason, came to visit Baron Marcus, please open the door." When Dylan Matt's carriage drove to Baron Marcus's fortress gate, the knight shouted to the guards above. After a while, the wooden door was opened, and the archers on the walls still did not relax their warnings. They were very afraid that this was the enemy's fraud. Dozens of family soldiers were arranged at the gate. Once a suspicious thing was discovered, they could rush forward to close the door again.

"Dylan Matt, why are you here?" Baron Marcus's fortress was a small fortress, building solid foundations with earth and stone on the flat ground, and then building watchtowers and walls. This small fortress can accommodate up to fifty or sixty people, but it is enough to guard the vital areas. Baron Marcus was a little surprised when he heard the reports from his subordinates. He walked out of his lord's wooden house and saw Dylan Matt who was coming out of the carriage. At first he thought his subordinates had false alarms, but looking at the nobleman with his staggering and raised back, Baron Marcus knew that it was indeed Dylan Matt himself.

"Oh, Baron Marcus, my God, the bumps along the way almost cost me my life." Dylan Matt slowly walked towards the Baron, his tired face also pale.

"I will prepare the servants for the room and food." Baron Marcus ordered to his servants.

"Don't worry, Lord Baron, I'm here to discuss with you on behalf of Earl Eble." Dylan Matt walked a few steps towards Baron Marcus and said, his bent over and looked like a strange animal, which made people in the fort laugh. Although Dylan Matt was a relative of Baron Marcus, he had never been to Baron's territory.

"If you want to have a love affair so that the army of the Earl of Mecklenburg outside can pass through my territory, then you'd better shut up." Baron Marcus said angrily.

"Tsk tsk, if you don't listen to what I say, then I'll come and see the last side of my father's connection." Dylan Matt's face showed sadness. He raised his head and looked around the fortress, as if he wanted to remember the grass and trees here deep in his heart. People in his eyes couldn't help but retreat, and they felt disgusted by the hunchbacked and staggering person.

"What do you mean?" Baron Marcus's face darkened and furious. He treated Dylan Matt as a guest, but he came to his fortress to speak such words.

"Please listen to the heartfelt words of me, the poor man." Dylan Matt stood in the open space of the fort. At this time, he was surrounded by soldiers and servants in the fortress. Of course, Baron Marcus's relatives also walked out of the Saxon Lord's house and looked curiously. Seeing his strange appearance attracted the attention of everyone in the fortress, Dylan Matt then began to preach, "I don't know what kind of misunderstanding happened to Lord Marcus's in the same palace, but it is unwise to make a decision to block the army of Lord Marcus's to Mason County. Why is it not wise? Please listen to me. When we refuse the army to pass, the Bohemia in the East is looting the territory of Count Lauzits. Every day, every day

There are rumors from somewhere, but we can only be sure that Bohemians are slaughtering people from where they are, burning their houses and fields. In comparison, what happened here is just a small conflict between neighbors. Do we really have to do this because of this small conflict that Lord Gong Prime Minister cannot organize his army and delay the expulsion of Bohemians? No, we cannot do this, why? Because the Bohemians burned in the territory of Earl Lauzits, and when they were robbed, those robbers would attack the lands of all the noble lords of Duke Mason like locusts. I would like to ask my relatives, who will bear this responsibility at that time?"

"Wow~~~." As soon as Dylan Matt finished speaking, people around him started to discuss. Although they also learned about the Bohemian attack through the travelers, they thought it was still very far away from their lives. However, Dylan Matt's narrative was as if they were immersive, as if the Bohemians riding horse were attacking with swords and swords, and they suddenly felt panic.

"Hmph, exaggerate, are you threatening me and my people?" Baron Marcus said disdainfully.

"This is by no means a threat, but a fact." Dylan Matt pointed his finger at the Baron. His face was full of majesty, and his tone became extremely powerful. But soon he softened his attitude again, put down his fingers, and then said to the Baron as if he was asking, "Okay okay, my Baron, even if it's not for yourself, please think about those people who are still ravaged by the Bohemian iron hooves. They need the army of Lord Gong and you need your help. You don't need to send troops to help, but you just need to let go generously."

"I~~~, Humph, well, I am not afraid of the Earl of Mecklenburg, but for the benefit of the entire principality, but the Earl of Mecklenburg must compensate my territory for the losses." Baron Marcus actually did not want to go against Arod, but if he could not give his subordinates and nobles an explanation, he would probably fall into a cowardly and unforgiving laughing stock. Now that Dylan Matt gave him a step, he would go down with the flow.

"Of course, Lord Gong Xiang will send the compensation soon." Dylan Matt bent down and almost touched the tip of his shoes, and when he bent down, he had a cunning look in his eyes.
Chapter completed!