Chapter 438 7.92 Alfred's Doubts

In terms of combat power, vision, way of thinking, and even knowledge, Alfred, who received the best education since childhood, is undoubtedly the leader among young people.

But don't forget that he is only 15 years old.

He was born in the palace of Wessex and grew up under the service of hundreds of servants. When he showed his outstanding mind and fighting talent, Ecbert spent a lot of money to send him to the Pantheon in Constantinople to receive the best education in the Western Continent.

In the Pantheon, Alfred met rulers and celebrities who would stand at the top of the pyramid in the future.

In school, all teachers served them diligently.

This was too much for Alfred.

After Alfred submitted his name card, he was left in the reception room by Mohrandin for a whole day. He began to doubt whether he had overestimated the important identity of "Duke Loki's adopted son".

Among the seven countries in England, relying on Ecbert's strong hand, the rulers of the other six countries all had to give him some face. Don't say it's difficult to meet after submitting the name card

Just hearing the news that he is coming, the kings will start preparing several days in advance, and send envoys to greet him on the official road.

He has never been wronged.

Even if Wessex lost the war with Loki in the future, he was adopted by Loki as his son, and his treatment was not reduced at all.

Loki asked his most powerful ally, Barkanbusi, to personally lead him into Asgard to improve his fighting and survival skills.

It is not difficult to see that this is a crown prince who has never had the experience of "asking for help" in his life.

When Normandy was in trouble, he was able to use his own experience to keenly see that what Normandy needed most at this time was reinforcements. He also knew that when no one went out to ask for help, he had to stand up and find a chance for the Normandy to turn the tables.

But people can't complete something they have never done before.

When it comes to wielding a sword to kill people, Alfred is already a good player under the training of Barkanbusi. But let a crown prince who has never asked for help in his life take on the duties of a diplomat, and ask for reinforcements with just his sweet words when he is in trouble

The rejection outside the door of Mohrandin was the first time since he was born.

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In the Conqueror's Fortress, should I force my way into the Viking Queen's reception room and force her to meet me?

With her firm alliance with her adoptive father, she should help.

But this is like tearing off one's face like a commoner, forcing one's allies to put down their ongoing work and only care about oneself.

Is it really right to do this?

Drinking the coffee in his hand mouthful by mouthful, Alfred didn't know how to answer this question. At this time, he couldn't help but admire the group of diplomats and socialites who make a living by socializing every day.

Their work seems to be easy and comfortable. Every day, they just wear exquisite dresses and appear in the palaces of the nobles, drinking time-honored fine wines in their mouths and talking about seemingly irrelevant romances.

However, it is this group of people who can finalize orders that are difficult for the king to succeed, and can resolve crises before a war breaks out.

"Your Highness, you have done everything you can for these northerners. The queen may not see you because they have many contradictions among themselves."

Alfred looked at the sunset that was approaching the sea level again, picked up the coffee in his hand and took a big sip. The bitterness of coffee without honey and milk is far greater than its fragrance.

Being able to drink coffee in the hotel of the Conqueror's Fortress is beyond his imagination of this wild land.

He needs to drink this bitter refreshing drink to think about what went wrong.

Am I too conservative?

Could it be that in the "Land of Fire", I should have ignored their battle, interrupted them shamelessly, and asked the master to bring troops to reinforce Normandy?

Or

"300 dragons soared into the sky, washing from south to north with flames, tut tut, all the 'giants' and 'berserkers' will be reduced to ashes!"

"Didn't you see that the English farmers who had received the news of the war before we set out had even started to prepare to run away! This time, no matter what anyone advised, it would be useless!"

"Haha! If it were me, I would run away immediately instead of staying and waiting to be roasted by the dragons."

"As long as the green mountains are there, there will be no worry about lack of firewood. It doesn't matter if the house and land are gone, the most important thing is to hold on to your life!"

Alfred ignored the muttering from Tuhart.

One of them is a nobleman and the other is a mercenary. On this road, the two people think about problems in completely different ways.

Sitting opposite Alfred is Tuhart, the "Sky Knight" who once rescued Alfred from the siege of tens of thousands of parasites in the "Cloud Province".

As the chief mercenary of Wessex, he is more like Alfred's personal bodyguard at this time, accompanying him no matter what he does.

"Hey, how about reconsidering our proposal to hide in the New World for a few years?"

"I know you nobles value your reputation, but please forgive me for being frank. Without reinforcements, relying solely on the thousands of Vikings in Normandy is not enough to fill the teeth of those French beasts!"

Tuhart, who came from the market, is a complete survivalist.

Alfred racked his brains and tried his best to think of allies who might help him.

(I have made many friends in the Pantheon, but the oldest of these guys is only 16 years old, and they are not old enough to take power)

Do you want to go to the capital of the Visigothic Free City-State, 'Sevia', to take a look? Perhaps Horst Talley can provide some help?

No, it's too far away!

(Can the Celts exiled to the Northern Islands be trusted?)

No, these guys who believe in the god of agriculture have no fighting ability at all

The coffee in the cup has become cold, and overusing the brain has made Alfred feel like needles in his temples, making him feel drowsy. The fatigue of continuous running around and waiting in the reception room for two days seemed to burst out at this moment.

As long as he is alive, has money, women, and material things, he will be very happy.

However, Alfred's pursuit is much higher than his. Since entering the Pantheon in Constantinople, Roman scholars have taught him that the mission of the king is to protect the lives of his subjects and continue the glory of civilization.

He has a vague feeling in his heart.

Perhaps this conflict is the only chance for Wessex to get out of the control of the Illuminati. If we lose it, the next chance may not come for hundreds of years.

I can't give up yet!

But what else can I do in this situation?

Where can I find new allies? !

He gently pressed his hot face against the cold marble table, and soon, fatigue came over him.

Before he completely lost consciousness, the last picture from his almost completely closed eyes was Tuhart waving a knife and fork and feasting.

"Haha, these French people are really amazing. They can turn local ingredients into works of art wherever they go!"

"I didn't expect that this black antelope would be so delicious when cooked. Your Highness, if you don't eat it, I will eat it all."