On 12 September, heavy rains fell in the central part of the Jamici steppe and parts of Hallensburg.

In the midst of thunderous and lightning storms, Harrensburg, located at the mouth of the gorge where the Garmic Plains and Harrence Heights meet, seemed to be in a misty cloud.

The torrential rain made the people of this area cheer, and the land that had been baked by the scorching sun for more than two months needed this land to be saved. The two great lords of Beenburg and Harrensburg even almost gathered their armies for a war over the water supply.

The small town outside Harrens Castle is home to post-war ruins and newly built houses, and the traces of last year's war are gradually disappearing, and the scars in the hearts of the citizens are slowly healing as they build their homes.

When the rain fell, cheers resounded over the old town... Soon, the rain and thunder were swept away by heavy clouds and thunder and reached Harlensburg on the high ground.

The young lord, Viscount Geberk Donna, stood in the attic of the castle near the direction of the town, and at this moment he was wearing a short-sleeved practice uniform, his face, neck, arms, legs, and clothes were covered with sweat. His hair had been magically shaved for two months, and a pitch-black wolf-like war pattern covered the left side of his face and the back of his head.

When the rain fell, he had no interest in continuing to exercise, and he stood by the largest stone window in the attic, looking out at the rain that was pouring out like a giant in the sky, with no look of joy on his face.

"Could it be that even the goddess is helping the despicable Jackfu?"

'Bang!' Jebwick Donner slammed his fist into the steel ball next to the stone window, and the rain splashed on the window drenched his face and chest in a matter of moments.

"The goddess won't help Borg. Sir Winley, dressed in knightly leather armor, leaned against the weapon rack in the attic, and played with an iron hammer specially designed to break the knight's helmet, and said: "She will not help us, she will only watch her people kill each other with playful eyes." ”

Maybe she'll make a bet with the other gods on who will win. The white-haired old man next to him humorously took over the topic, "The bets of the gods, guess what they are?"

"The goddess will not participate in gambling because she is the god of gods. Sir Winley suddenly said solemnly, "She will preside over the gambling, and preside over the games of the gods with her fair and strict noble qualities." ”

The old man said with disdain: "If I can participate in the game of the gods, I will definitely bet on your mouth." ”

Sir Winley shrugged, "Baron Pupton-Vedter, I have to warn you first, if you're going to bet on my mouth, you'll have to pay for mine first. ”

"I'll give you a copper coin. ”

"That's no way. Sir Winley smiled, "If you can let your little daughter have dinner with me, don't talk about my mouth, I'll give it to you to dispose of." ”

"Dreaming. Puton-Vader's withered palm picked up a meteor hammer from the weapon rack, "If you want to soak my daughter, beat me first." ”

"Hey, my friend, come on. Wen Li pouted, "Let me fight you, your daughter will only hate me to death!" he grinned, "You little body, I can kill you with one punch." ”

"Last year's war made you conceited. Purton-Witt and Winley, who had been twenty years younger than him, looked at each other, "A losing battle that has made you talk for almost a whole year." ”

"Haha!" Sir Winley said, glancing at the lord who was watching the heavy rain by the window, and said in a very nasal voice, "The orcs now work like slaves on the Garmici grasslands. ”

"That's Baron Pedi's work, and without his reinforcements, Harensburg would have been in ruins. ”

"If it weren't for Harensburg's early efforts, the entire Kru Territory would be in ruins!"

"You don't understand what war is. Purton-Witt changed into an elder and said, "Don't let your past exploits affect your current decision-making, you are the captain of the Harrensburg Knights' Guard, and you should consider whether to wage war against whom." His voice grew quieter and quieter, and finally admonished, "That's what the lord should think about, and what you should think about is how to strengthen the armament of Harrensburg." ”

"I asked him to think about it. Jebwick Donner, who was next to the window, came over, "Tick-tock," the rain from his body splashed down on the ironwood attic.

Ignoring the rain, Jebcock looked at Pupton-Witt, "This is something we have to think about, my father could have died in battle in the Battle of the Gula Mountains last year. His rain-soaked face turned hideous, and the hatred in his eyes seemed to overflow, "I must end's life with my own hands and send his soul to seven layers of hell forever." ”

"But after this heavy rain, the lords will no longer heed our orders. Purton-Witt frowned, last year's war had cost the Harrensburg area, and he didn't want to continue fighting, even if it was a small battle.

Sir Winley subconsciously said, "We can fight this war ourselves..."

Purton Witt immediately interrupted, "But Jackf-Borg of the Byan Territory has the support of the nobles, and he also has his back to this town of Balan, which gives him the trade resources of the entire continent. ”

"It is precisely because of these natural advantages that this war should be fought. Geerbock Donner looked solemnly at his court prime minister, "If I give them a few more years, I don't have the strength to avenge my father at all." ”

After thinking for a few seconds, the young lord continued: "The Byan Lords are now in a state of exhaustion due to last year's war, and the Borgs can only sell their territories to support the family's expenses now, and Jackf-Borg himself is busy fighting with the nobles of his domain. His face hardened, "This is an opportunity... Moreover, it is my duty to avenge my father!"

But his court prime minister shook his head and said coldly: "Without the support of the nobles, it will be difficult for us to win." ”

Gerbeck-Donner's tone froze, he turned his eyes and squinted out the window at the pouring rain and gritted his teeth and said, "I can give the nobles who participate in the war the right to plunder the war!" His magic war streak all over his body glowed red because of his killing intent, "The Byan Territory is now full of supplies, and the nobles are definitely not willing to let go of this opportunity, after all, they suffered heavy losses in last year's war." ”

Puton-Witt sighed when he heard this, he was well aware of Geerbick Donner's attachment to hatred, which stemmed from their family motto: family, territory, oath!

In the traditional concept of the Dunna family, family always occupies the first place. As the court chancellor of the House of Donna, Puton-Witt is also eager to help his lord win the war. But a war is not won by lips alone.

Purton-Witt had to continue pouring cold water on him, ignoring the look in Sir Winley's eyes next to him, and said again: "The nobles may be happy with your proposal, but there is one person who certainly won't!"

"Who?"

"Baron Pedy Reagan of Fort Cavall. ”

"Why wouldn't he want to!" Gerbeck-Donner's voice became high-pitched, but his tone became less certain.

Putton-Witt looked helpless, "The War Plunder Order will plunge all the realms north of the Garmic Prairie back into chaos, which will be detrimental to Baron Peddy Reagan's ongoing trade reforms..."

"Master Pedy is now confronting Bane Lockton in Fort Herien, and he has no time to pay attention to what is going on in the Jamici Meadows. Sir Winley shrugged and said, "One of the two legions that Baron Pedy was originally stationed in the Jamic Meadows has been withdrawn, which means that the Lord does not care about our side now. ”

"Yes, Lord Pedi doesn't care about us right now, but if we follow the example of that fool of Bane Lockton and disrupting the trade routes of the Benn Territory, that Lord will not only keep an eye on us, but will also send an army to spy on us!" Pupton-Witt gestured with a route in his hand, "The trade routes that pass through our territory are now not only at stake with Fort Kavar, but with the safety of the entire Empire. ”

"Bane Lockton has been occupying this supply line for more than four months, and he has earned at least 100,000 gold coins from this line. Wen Li said disapprehantly, "Now, he continues to count the gold coins, and then looks at us with the eyes of a fool. ”

"Whose money was originally owned?" Purton-Witt held out his hand, "there are goblins, dwarves, Kavalburgs, Tkawa Ling, orcs and the Middle Empire." He gestured with his fingers as he spoke, "What Bane Lockton did was the equivalent of robbing these men with a knife on their necks!"

"But he's safe and sound now!"

"This is the wisdom of Mistress Pedi, who has brought all the contradictions to Bane Lockton... The longer this matter drags on, the deeper the grudge of the various forces against Fort Herien will become, and the more crazy they will be when they ask for the account!" Purton-Witt said coldly: "Four months ago, all the nobles were discussing the war of Lord Pedi, but now, four months later, everyone has to curse Bane Lockton for blocking their financial route!"

"No!" Sir Winley shook his head, "in the first place, it was the people you said asked Earl Bane to stop Lord Pedy's trade reforms, and then the trade routes were blocked!"

That's the irony of it. ”

"You mean that Lord Pedi will eventually use the army at Fort Herien?" said Geerbock Donner, who had heard something else from the words of the Prime Minister of his court, and his expression became serious.

"It's possible, but it's not absolute. ”

"That..."

There was a dull sound on the wooden staircase of the attic with a loud voice, "My lord, a messenger has arrived from Lord Peidi of Kavalburg. ”

The three of them were stunned when they heard this.