"Astorfo, your belief is useless.

The evidence we need."

Another general stood up, this...the mustache general was named Ganilon, who was considered a royal family, but just a sideline.

"Are you also suspicious of Bradamante, Ganilon."

Ah Fu continued to maintain his friend.

"Of course I don't want to doubt the loyalty of the White Feather Knight.

But, just like what Namo said, the previous events, plus the handwriting of the letter is like her, make us have to doubt.

No one wants to be careful behind his back when he is on the battlefield. All I want is a result."

Ganilon said a problem that everyone is worried about.

The battlefield itself is very dangerous, and if you have to consider the dark arrow behind yourself, it is almost equal to death.

No one wants to die.

"I really don't know what that letter is about, and I haven't seen it before."

Bradamante had no idea what to say at this time.

She herself is not good at this kind of rhetorical things.

"Is it really"

Na Mo's eyes were still suspicious.

"That's it."

"Yes, yes! Besides, isn't it just a letter?

There was nothing, it was not a letter written by Bradamante, maybe it was something that someone left in her room deliberately.

we......"

Ah Fu said at this time that the problem is the key.

This letter was found in Bradamante's room, but the problem is that it was written by the other party.

In this way, Bradamante's suspicion will be much smaller.

However, just as Ah Fu and everyone else thought so, a soldier's report continued to be heard outside the door.

"Report to the marshal, found a letter in Bradamante."

The moment this voice appeared, the scene, fell into a fascinating silence.

The words are also completely dumb.

When the soldiers sent the letter, Charlemagne did not, but opened it on the spot.

This time Bradman wrote the letter to the other party, and the recipient's signature was Caesar.

The letter stated that Bradmante missed, and will continue to work hard to kill one or two twelve knights.

Most importantly, the handwriting on the letter belongs to Bradamante.

Everyone looked at the letter and fell into complete silence, and Bradamante looked at the letter in astonishment.

It was her handwriting that was correct, but she was sure she had never written such a thing.

The atmosphere on the scene became: very suppressed, and for a while everyone seemed to look suspicious.

Except for one person.

"Fraud! This letter is a trap, and Rome wants to use it to weaken our combat power.

We cannot be fooled."

Archbishop Richelieu stood up, and he directly pointed out the problem.

The reason why he didn't stand up just now was because he believed that Charlemagne would be able to handle this kind of trivial matter and let the doubt disappear.

But now it seems that if he doesn't... stand up, the problem will become: serious.

At that time, even if it was to give everyone an explanation, Charlemagne could only delegate Bradamante.

"What about the handwriting"

Ganilon continued to ask.

"Handwriting can be imitated."

"Imitate! Mr. Archbishop, do you know what this means?

If someone imitates it, it means that we have a senior spy so that we can put the letter in her room.

At the same time, that person is very familiar with her, so he can imitate her handwriting."

Ganilon continued.

Intentionally or unconsciously, he expanded the problem a lot.

There is a contradiction before our eyes.

If Bradamante is not an inner ghost, it proves that there is another inner ghost between them.

This person may also be an acquaintance of everyone.

Otherwise it doesn't make sense.

All of a sudden, the way people look at each other's eyes has also changed.

Suspicion fills people's hearts.

Seeing this scene before him, Richelieu felt that the situation was a little bad.

When Ganilon said these words, it meant that an inner ghost must be ``stand up'', otherwise the matter would not end.

Compared with other people who don't know, more people present want to put this crime on the ready-made people.This is human nature.

"Let's talk about handwriting first.

In order to prevent the handwriting from being imitated, people with magical powers usually leave their own magical powers in themselves and their handwriting.

Everyone's magic fluctuates differently, and this cannot be imitated.

But neither of these letters has such a magic mark.

Suffice it to say that they are just fakes."

"Your Excellency, you are really leisurely.

But have you forgotten that Bradamante is not a magician."

Ganilon continued sarcastically.

"I don't know if I am leisurely, but Lord Ganilon, are you too targeted at the White Feather Knight."

"Targeting! I won't target anyone, I'm just stating a fact.

Since stepping onto the battlefield, I have long been prepared to die for the country, and I am not afraid of death.

It's the same even if someone is assassinated from behind.

I'm just an ordinary general, and it doesn't matter if I die.

But the twelve knights are different, and the front line depends on them.

In the unlikely event that there are heavy casualties among them, leading to the defeat of France, who will bear the result."

Ganilon's seemingly righteous words won the favor of most people present.

After all, a knight who is so righteous and awe-inspiring can be used as an example.

Especially since he is still thinking about other people, but also for the sake of the country.

But his words were also caught by Richelieu.

"That's right, the twelve knights are an important combat power, and you can't lose.

Therefore, it should not be blamed on Bradamante when this situation is unknown.

Otherwise, it’s just that we lose our combat power."

"Leave her without losing combat power"

Ganilon asked immediately.

no.313 not handsome way

At this time, Namo, who admired Ganilon very much, also stood up and continued to speak.

"Your Excellency, I want to ask you a question.

Are you serious about saying these things now?

You can guarantee that she will not aim the sword at her compatriots in the future."

This is the biggest problem at the moment.

If you can't trust Bradamante, other people won't worry about going out with her.

Maybe it's a small problem, but she has done things to attack her comrades before.

"Bradamante wouldn't do such a despicable thing."

Ah Fu continued to firmly support his friend.

"You can't guarantee this round, Astorfo."

"What do you mean"

"You all know what I mean.

I can't give her my back, that's what I mean.

Speaking of it, it suddenly occurred to me that her ancestors had the blood of Britain and Rome, and now betrayal is entirely possible."

Na Mo was talking and contacting the bloodline.

"Nonsense! As you say, I also have the blood of Britain, am I also a betrayer?"

"I don't rule out this possibility."

Seeing that Namo and Ah Fu exchanged fire again, Dion also couldn't stand it.

"Mr. Mo, you said too much."

He took the initiative to speak.

"You think I'm too much"

"Yes! The identities of the two of them are determined by the king, and your current behavior is equivalent to doubting the king's decision."

"you......"

Unconsciously, signs of division began to appear in this conference room.

Richelieu looked at everything in front of him, feeling a little bad.

But the problem is that his prestige is not enough... to suppress these arrogant soldiers, he can only look at Charlemagne.

In fact, Charlemagne is also thinking about current issues.

What happened before him clearly represented a ghost in the meeting.

But he didn't know who that person was.

In order to make the battle smooth afterwards, he decided to find a way to find this inner ghost.

But before that, we must save Bradamante.

"Everyone! Please be quiet, this time things are a bit complicated.

The twelve knights are involved.

Although I am a prince, I have no right to deal with the twelve knights.

So I decided to ask Bradamante to return to the king's city to explain why.

During this period of time, we temporarily contracted our offensive, focusing on defense, and waited until the father's side had a response before we started to act.