After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King

  Chapter 169 Hands and eyes open to the sky?

   "Father, a letter from Mr. Ira."

The meticulously groomed little Novak with a long beard said so, and handed the letter in his hand to his father, and now...his father, who seems to be in his twenties, is seriously dealing with the War-related intelligence.

   "Read it to me... No, I'll see for myself."

  Grand Duke Novak said so, and immediately realized that it was a letter from Ira. He put the parchment aside and looked at Ira's letter... He always understood the priorities.

  Ira is really a pretty high priority.

   "Ira sent me a letter..."

   As he said so, Grand Duke Novak picked up the letter opener and jumped the wax seal away, and said nostalgicly: "The last time I had a letter conversation with him was a long time ago."

  “…

   Novak looked at the letter. He thought about it, then handed the letter to Novak Jr., and said, "It seems that Iraq is a little curious about the easy defeat of the Principality."

The words written by Ira are very beautiful. It may not be inappropriate to say that they are beautiful. Perhaps they should be called "elegant" and "noble". Every beginning, turning, and ending of a word and a word will have edges and corners. Clear and extraordinarily extended outline writing style.

   Arranged neatly like printing... although people in this world don't know what printing is.

  Most of the characters are valuable only when they are written, just like the characters that must be written on the leather of animals... This is a conceptual thing.

  Although some non-magical things don't matter, at least the priority is not so high.

   "Pretty words, but..."

  The first time I saw Ira’s letter, Novak Jr. said so. He looked at the fonts with a unique beauty in arrangement and combination, and commented: “However, it takes a lot of effort to read.”

Because of the possible outlines and bends, the lingua franca written by Ira is not the same as the lingua franca in the conventional sense... Although it does not hinder other people's understanding, in short it is [Gothic font], [Artistic The difference between word] and ordinary regular script.

   "That's the standard royal family font of the empire. Both King Uther and King Vortigern are written in this way, and King Isabella must be the same."

  Grand Duke Novak said so, he said very cold knowledge, and introduced to his son, who still needs to increase his knowledge: "Only the royal family is qualified to teach others."

  Royal?

   "But Al Callas is not royal."

Little Novak said so, he looked at Ira's letter, and said: "Who taught him? King Uther, or Isabella Arthur Mordred, or the court ceremonial officer ?”

  Ira's letter, in very polite and respectful terms, asked why their principality was defeated so easily... How should I answer it? Answer truthfully?

When Little Nock was thinking this way, Grand Duke Novak answered his question and said: "When Ira was active, King Isabella was not born yet, so it could only be King Uther...even, Isa King Bella's writing, on the contrary, has some traces of Iraq."

  In other words, rather than saying that Ira learned the royal family's fonts, it is better to say that Uther taught Ira how to write, and then Ira changed the fonts that the royal family should write into his own.

   "In other words, if Ira Alcaraz wants to, he can also be a royal?"

   Little Novak wondered.

"If King Isabella wasn't born, he would naturally be... At that time, the whole empire felt that she shouldn't be born, otherwise the empire would usher in the most terrifying leader in history, and even a leader who was abdicated. "

  Grand Duke Novak said so, he dipped the quill pen in his hand, dipped it in ink, handed it to his son, and said, "Please write a reply letter for me... just answer truthfully."

   "Yes, Father."

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   "Hey guys, look what I got?"

   A man with wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes said this with a smile. He put the small cloth bag in his hand on the table, and the crisp sound inside attracted the attention of the people playing cards around the table in this slum.

  The eyes were unambiguous, as he pulled the rope on the cloth bag, the small bag opened naturally, revealing a large number of violet gold coins inside, shining brightly into the eyes of the surrounding people.

   "Good guy, you can do it..."

  Another man said so, it seems that this man with sly eyebrows is really called sly eye, but before they could say anything, a woman with flowing red hair picked up the bag on the table with one hand.

   "Show me."

Such a woman is... a standard pirate image; it is troublesome to describe the scars and blindfolds on the other person's face, but in short, she is a female pirate image with a fairly hot figure. She picked up the gold coin bag happily and said, "Let me help you Check it out."

   "Big Sister! You can't do this..."

   "I'll give you some left over."

"No!!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

  In this slum of the port, there was a commotion, and then... this time, the redhead got hit in the head by something that fell from the sky.

   "Lying X!"

  After the subconscious exit became dirty, the woman grabbed the thing that hit her head. She looked up at the strange bat holding an umbrella, and looked down at the parchment in her hand.

   "Sister, are you okay? What the **** is this..."

"yes."

   "..."

   "..."

   "Slot X! It's a letter from Lord Ira! Ask us about details related to last night's battle... Do you know?"

Regarding what the eldest sister said, a man tilted his head in shock and said, "Ah? Wait, how do we know what happened on the front line? Did you tell us to write what we know? Then, elder sister, are you going to reply? I should write it reply?"

   "Stop talking nonsense, write quickly, I can't write."

  The eldest sister said so...

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"Well, the topic of war... It's really hard to answer. After all, I'm not the commander, but the principality obviously didn't send the main force? Little blood, wait a minute, let me write a letter and bring it to you go back."

   "Well, anyway, I can just write what I know. Let me drink while thinking... Do you drink? Ah, no, it's okay. I'm not going to give it to you anyway."

   "Haha, okay... After all, I need to use the smell of wine to cover up the smell of ink; okay, that's it, I can't write any secret information, send my regards to Uncle Ira~"

   "..."

   "..."

   "Xia La, ready to break the city... eh? You guys, are you actually drinking in the room? Forget it, anyway, after today, our position will advance... What's wrong?"

   "Nothing, let's go."

  (end of this chapter)