In Karen City, on the evening of the 11th, a few mercenaries on the quiet street jokingly pushed open the door of a tavern called 'Little Bee', apparently, they wanted to have a few drinks before the curfew.

The door opened, and the hot air waves blew in their faces, and the drowsiness and exhaustion of several people were swept away in an instant.

At this moment, inside the tavern and the quiet street outside, it is like two worlds...

The first thing you feel when you enter the tavern is the pungent smell of alcohol and the stench of vomit from some people, and countless torches and candles make the entire tavern hall as bright as day.

Almost half of the adventurers and mercenaries from all over the western part of the empire gathered here at this moment, and the noise of their revelry was comparable to that of the most prosperous and lively market in Karon City.

...

In a dark corner of the tavern hall, Ser Bradidley, the first order of the Cullen Lord, and a goblin merchant were talking in a whisper.

The quiet corner of the tavern hall was so quiet that Sir Bradidley and the goblin merchant seemed out of place in the noisy hall.

However, even if this was the case, there was no blind adventurer or mercenary approaching, on the contrary, those who accidentally walked in would involuntarily take a detour, because two goblin guards in steel plate armor and a human knight with a two-handed sword stood next to their seats, after all, the people who could show up in this tavern with weapons and equipment at such times could not be offended by those of them who lived by their lives.

"Ding... Ding..."

The goblin merchant shook the money bag he had just taken from Bradidley, and when the gold coins in the bag made a crisp sound, he picked up a wine glass about the size of his head and poured it down sharply before saying, "The orcs are mobilizing their entire clan for this war, and if you want to win this war, I personally suggest that you should hurry up and prepare." ”

"I need specific information!" Bradidley frowned.

"Hiccup... Ten million gold coins!" The goblin merchant held out his right index finger and gave a staggering price after burping.

"Are you kidding?" Braderidley's face turned ugly, "You should know what it costs to be an Imperial nobleman in the Empire." ”

"Ten million gold coins, not a single one is missing!" said the goblin merchant solemnly, putting down his glass, "I'm not kidding, it's a very formal offer. ”

Braderidley was stunned, looking at the other party's serious expression, his heart couldn't help but slowly sink to the bottom, he knew very well the temperament of the goblin, if this was not a joke, then, the other party's '10 million gold coins' would explain a lot of problems!

At the very least, the orcs offered the goblins no less than 10 million gold coins!

So, what do they deal with?

Thinking of this, Brady Dry realized the seriousness of the matter.

Ten million gold coins, not to mention the Karen Territory, even if the entire empire is combined, it may not be enough, but he still wants to continue to explore, so he said: "If I have 10 million gold coins, it will only take a month to arm a huge army of 500,000 people, and at that time, do you think I still need detailed information on the orc tribe's side?"

The goblin merchant only smiled and shook his head when he heard this, obviously, he was smart and didn't plan to speak again.

And Bradidley looked at the other party's appearance, and couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart, he even wanted to kidnap the goblin merchant for interrogation, but obviously, this was an extremely stupid thing to do.

So in the end, the young knight had no choice but to get up and leave.

...

The first thing Braderidley did when he returned to the castle was to ask the castle guards to wake up Viscount Clerens, who had come to ask for help, and the guards cleverly reminded the castle owner: "My lord, it's one o'clock in the morning, are you sure you want to wake up our guests at this time?"

The young knight immediately said coldly, "Are you questioning my orders?"

Perhaps Braderidley's anger played a role, Viscount Crelens, who came very quickly... Less than half an hour after the guards left, he appeared in the castle's drawing room.

"Sir, on behalf of my father, I agree to send reinforcements!" said Braderidley, who had no extra nonsense, as he had just walked into the drawing room and had not even had time to sit down.

The young viscount's reckless appearance made the steward on the side, Sir Hilbert, frown, but the old sir only frowned, and did not stop his young master's decision.

"You'll get the eternal friendship of Crane Territory, Sir!" said Viscount Clerens.

"My lord, we should inform the Duke who is far away in the imperial capital as quickly as possible. Sir Hilbert, the warden of the castle, reminded the young master.

"Oh! yes, send out the Blood Eagle immediately, no! let our magicians prepare, let them turn on the teleportation magic, I want my father to receive this news before dawn today. Braderidley walked around his desk, showing the impetuosity and nervousness of the young man.

"I'm going to contact the mage organization in the city. Sir Hilbert was very calm, he took two steps back and looked at Viscount Crelens, and said, "Viscount, perhaps you should go with me...", and then he said to the young master respectfully, "My lord, I think you should now explain all this to your mother. ”

...

Time flew by, and soon it came to five o'clock in the morning on the 12th, thousands of miles away in the inner city of the imperial capital, in the villa of Count Ron.

The Earls of Ron, the Duke of Ency, the Duke of Chester, and the Duke of Gna lay upright on the floor of the villa's hall, 'whirring' and snoring, while the maids and servants nearby had to lean against the wall and doze off without the master's orders.

"Bang... Bang... Bang..."

Suddenly, an eager knock on the door broke the silence of the villa, causing the middle-aged butler standing by the fireplace to tremble, and instantly woke up from his half-asleep state, his mind went blank, and he frowned as he looked at the messy hall.

"Bang... Bang... Bang..."

There was another knock on the door.

"Oh, damn it, anyone can make this sound disappear for me!" Duke Enshi rolled over and muttered aloud.

The middle-aged housekeeper looked at the four people lying on the ground and cursed secretly in the depths of his heart, and then walked quickly towards the gate, not forgetting to wake up the dozing maid and manservant along the way.

"Bang... Bang... Bang..."

The knock on the door rang out again, accompanied by the shouts of a young voice.

This time, the sleeping Duke of Chester suddenly opened his eyes, and he stood up while rubbing his temple with his right hand, and the bright light in the hall made his eyes half-squint, and his gaze rested on a delicate sofa beside him, and then he stepped forward and sat down without thinking.

"I'm Duke Chester's servant, this is Lord Jab, the magician professor of Cullen City, and we have something important to report now!" was about to ask, when a familiar voice suddenly came to his ears at the door.