According to past practice, receiving envoys from other kingdoms was usually arranged in the Azure Sky Hall, but it had only just been cleared of the collapsed ceiling rubble, and its repair was nowhere in sight. Thinking of this, Tyfico's resentment towards Roland grew even more.

"Take them to my room," he pondered for a moment, finally deciding to receive them at the palace. Receiving envoys in the basement would be impolite, no matter what.

As for their intentions, most likely they were seeking assistance—either in food or cold-weather supplies. There was a saying among nobles that friends contact you in the summer, and enemies contact you in the winter. This saying also held true between kingdoms. Tyfico shook his head secretly, he had many things to attend to and wanted to dismiss the envoys as soon as possible.

Back in his room, the two envoy members were already waiting with Sir Brint. Upon seeing His Majesty, the two stood up together and bowed. "Your Majesty, Wimbledon IV, King of Graycastle, the King of Dawn, Misala IV, sends his greetings."

"Give him my regards as well," Tyfico nodded nonchalantly. "Please, sit."

He noticed that both the man and the woman were very young, with similar features, and their house sigil on their chest was a stag's antler scepter. If he remembered correctly, they should be from the renowned Locksi family of the Kingdom of Dawn.

What exactly was Misala IV, the King of Dawn, thinking? Sending such inexperienced individuals as "begging" negotiators? Tyfico was slightly surprised, nobles of this age were mostly arrogant, far inferior to those old fellows who shamelessly begged for aid at the negotiating table.

"You are both members of the Great Stag family, correct?" Tyfico pointed at their chests. "I once had the pleasure of meeting Duke Locksi."

"Indeed, Your Majesty," the young man smiled. "My name is Otto Locksi, and this is my sister, Belinda Locksi."

So they were siblings, he raised an eyebrow. In that case, he need not beat around the bush with them.

"Now is the time when the Evil Moon is raging. I wonder why the King of Dawn has sent you here?" Tyfico spoke first. "If you urgently need grain, cotton, or linen, I can only take out a few things from my palace to show my goodwill. You should know that the King's Edict has thrown the kingdom into chaos, many places are paralyzed, and just providing relief to the refugees has left the royal capital with very little grain. It is difficult to spare more supplies."

"I deeply regret this matter," Otto said, placing a hand on his chest. "However, Misala IV sent us here not to plead for aid, but to deal with a greater threat."

His words made Tyfico slightly startled. "What threat?"

"The Church, Your Majesty," Belinda replied. "Now the Church's army has occupied Everwinter and Wolfheart, and a large number of refugees are pouring into the Dawn territory. According to the news they brought, the Church's methods are extremely bad, seriously violating the rules of engagement between nobles. They hang or exile those who resist, and only nobles who completely side with them can barely survive."

"This approach is entirely intended to eliminate the nobles and completely incorporate the territory under the control of the Church." Otto's tone was quite heavy. "Misala IV believes that Wolfheart will not be their final goal, Dawn and Graycastle are now in a precarious situation. By next year, the Church is likely to launch a new war and bring the flames of war to our lands. The King of Dawn hopes that the two countries can unite and work together against the Church."

"Are you sure Wolfheart City has been captured?" He frowned after hearing their statement.

"Absolutely, Your Majesty." The two nodded.

Tyfico had heard a little about the Church's war of aggression, but he did not expect that they would capture two major kingdoms in such a short period of time. If they were not lying, the strength displayed by the Church was too alarming.

Of course, this still had to be confirmed with the Minister of Intelligence. The premature arrival of the Month of Demons hindered the trade caravans, and he had not received any news from the Kingdom of Wolfheart for a long time.

After a long silence, Tyfico asked, "What is the specific plan?"

Otto licked his lips, took out a map from his arms, and spread it out in front of Tyfico. "If the Church launches an attack on Dawn or Graycastle from the Holy City, then the other country will lead its troops north to attack Hermes Holy City, in order to contain the Church's offensive and prevent them from attending to both ends."

"A mutual defense agreement?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," the envoy replied. "Whether starting from Graycastle's Coldwind Ridge, or from Dawn's Northern County, it is possible to reach Hermes Holy City within a week. As long as the main forces are stationed in these two towns, the Church may retreat in the face of difficulties—if this war can be avoided, it will be a blessing for both countries."

In this way, he wouldn't be able to buy pills from the Church either, Tyfico thought secretly. Without the pills, how could he drive Roland Wimbledon out of the Western Territory?

But the Church was also an object that must be guarded against. It would be best to reach an agreement with the Kingdom of Dawn after purchasing enough pills and unifying the entire territory of Graycastle.

"This matter is of great importance, I need to discuss it with the ministers before making a decision. You can stay in the palace for now and wait for news."

"Of course, Your Majesty."

"In addition, I would also like to ask, how much do you know about the situation in the Kingdoms of Everwinter and Wolfheart? Is all the news from the mouths of refugees?"

"There are also some reports from scouts, but not many... The Church also blockaded the roads around the towns while besieging Broken Tooth Fort and Wolfheart City, so we don't know much about the process of the battle," Otto replied. "Refugees say that the Church used a terrible siege weapon that destroyed the walls of Wolfheart City in just one day."

That was probably also the snow powder weapon, probably leaked from his third sister. "I'm not asking about that," Tyfico waved his hand, "Have you heard any news about the Black Sail Fleet and Garcia Wimbledon?"

"This..." The two looked at each other, and Belinda cautiously said, "It is said that she and the Wolf King were killed by the Church's random arrows while escaping the royal city."

"Garcia was with the Wolf King?" His heart skipped a beat, "Did you see the bodies?"

"No, no, but judging from the Church's subsequent publicity and Wolfheart's silence, their chances of escaping are indeed slim."

"Is that so..." Tyfico exhaled. Although it was a pity, it could be regarded as one of the few good news since the beginning of winter. He hoped they were right. "Alright, you can go down first."

Otto hesitated for a while, "Uh... There's one more small thing, the personal aid you mentioned, some food and cloth, can you..."

Sure enough, all the contacts in winter were troubles. He shrugged, oh well, just consider it a reward for the intelligence about Garcia's death. "I will arrange for people to implement it."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The two bowed happily.

Watching the envoys leave, Tyfico couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. Roland Wimbledon, did you hear that? This is the fate of the rebels, and you will end up like this.