The capital of Rockente Gpenr, the military appearance outside the city is neat, and the heads of people in the city are clustered, which is a prosperous scene. The only fly in the ointment was that the flag of Hocente was planted at the head of the city.

A month earlier, at the Battle of Fagado, Horcente had completely defeated the Leslie family. Since Herbert, King of Lotsunte, was beheaded by Helrington, the Chosen One of Bane, the god of tyranny, and the Leslie family blood was almost wiped out, the expeditionary force has been in its passing, and with the exception of a few hard bones, the Lesser strategy has been nearly successful.

However, after the revelry, the Horcente Expeditionary Force faced a new crisis. The offensive in Yarrow County in the front was blocked, the rebels in the rear were in chaos, and the people of Locente who had suffered from the war were in ruins. After making significant military progress, Hoscent faced a new challenge.

Faced with the current situation, Truman, the commander of the Horcente Expeditionary Force, and Helrington, the leader of the Temple of Tyranny, are at odds.

With the Sarrow offensive thwarted, the veteran Truman believed that he should consolidate the rear, manage the newly occupied territory, and fight the rebels, while continuing to put military pressure on Sarrow County. Coupled with the implementation of the economic blockade, in just a year and a half, the Losente army, which had fought against the power of two countries with one county, was bound to fail.

In contrast, Hairington suggested that the rear should be consolidated after a complete defeat of Yarrow County, so as to snuff out any hint of threat, and not give Rosente a chance to breathe.

Strategic differences have strained the two military leaders who had teamed up to defeat Locente. The former, as the front-line commander appointed by Archduke Marcus of Hostend, has a high say in the appointment of troops and officials in the Locente region, while the latter, as the chosen person of the god of tyranny Bane and an ally of Archduke Marcus, has absolute dominion over the priests and paladins of the Temple of Tyranny.

In order to ensure victory in the war, Marcus had allied with the Temple of Tyranny, agreeing that the Temple of Tyranny in his territory would be the state religion, and that preaching would not be restricted by royal power. Marcus did achieve what he wanted, but he also lost something precious – the inevitable conflict between kingship and divine power.

Now, however, the future conflict is beginning to take shape.

Truman set up his legionary command post in a lavish estate, the property of the former Earl Griff, and was naturally taken over by Truman after the surrender.

Truman is nearly 70 years old this year, and even judging by the average life expectancy of the Steeus and the physical fitness of his five-ring warriors, he can be considered to be entering the end of his life. His skin was no longer firm and vibrant, and he couldn't charge on the battlefield like he did when he was younger, and the black age spots that spread on his skin were a sign of the man's aging.

But no one dared to underestimate this old man, who was the best general and the best strategist in Horcent. He has broken the ambitions of the Helm Empire countless times, and strangled the Red Dragon Family's ambition to rule the Valcam continent in the cradle.

Now, in the living room of this luxurious estate. The tall, emaciated old man was looking at the man on the sofa opposite him with his age-inappropriate black pupils, shrewd, and boundlessly energetic.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in aristocratic casual clothes, with medium-long brown hair and a shawl, and a short beard on his lips that was sexy and mature. Instead of buttoning his collar properly, he unbuttoned the top two buttons for comfort.

The middle-aged man with Erlang's legs crossed shook the mellow red wine with one hand and patted the armrest of the sofa with the other, looking like a cynical middle-aged aristocrat full of extraordinary charm.

Behind him stood a waitress carrying a silver tray on which expensive red wine and delicate glasses rested. The maid seemed nervous, and if you looked closely, you could see that her slender fingers dragging the tray were trembling slightly.

This is not what a well-trained waitress should look like.

Truman wouldn't blame her, for the middle-aged man in front of him seemed cynical, but had a terrifying reputation for making a child cry.

He is the chosen person of the dead Herrington, the god of tyranny Bane, the paladin who admires the rule of power and violence, and the bloody butcher who is privately called the 'executioner'.

What kind of terrifying soul is hidden under Herrington's cynical exterior, it is estimated that only the god Bane he serves will know.

Among the rest, even Truman, known for his wisdom and calmness, could only be glimpsed in Helrington's brown pupils that longed for power and killing.

The old man, who had experienced many bloody killings, had to admit that even as a comrade-in-arms and ally, he was full of fear and vigilance against the man in front of him.

But in order to make the next Rosente strategy go smoothly, the old man had to patiently discuss with him.

"Lord Hrington, you've probably heard of it. In recent days, there have been several incidents of murder of mages and priests in the southern city. This caused panic among the army, who agreed that the resistance was not as weak as we thought. ”

Herrington shook her wine glass, watched the bright red wine streak across the glass, and looked at the old man across from her with a smile.

"Commander Truman, you and I both know that it's not necessarily the Rebels who would do such a thing. Now that the world is in chaos, all cows, ghosts, snakes and gods want to run out and get involved. But they don't know that when we have solved the really urgent business, we can easily break those restless legs when we have our hands free. ”

Neither of them directly mentioned the issue of the next Rosente Raiders, but they used the murder incident thousands of miles away as a sharp point, expressing their different opinions.

- It seems that this time it is useless again.

Truman lamented in his heart.

The so-called "easy to invite God" and difficult to send God refers to the current state of affairs. Truman could imagine that in the coming years, even tens or centuries, the confrontation between royal power and divine power would become the main theme in the sky over Hocent.

"But in any case, Viscount Austin's side cannot be ignored. Truman decided to put the dispute aside for the time being and make a breakthrough from where both sides agreed, "I know him, and if he learns of the difficulties we face, he will definitely take the initiative to lead the rebels towards Yarrow County with his loyalty to the Leslies." And that's our chance. ”

"You mean?"

It is worth mentioning that although Helrington admires power and killing, it does not mean that he has a low IQ. On the contrary, when he lowered his sword, he considered himself a gentleman who was polite and respectful.

For example, for the old man in front of him, although the two are in a delicate relationship because of political disagreements and the inevitable conflict between theocracy and royal power. But for his part, Hairington still recognizes his wisdom and means.

You know, there aren't many people in this world who can be recognized by Hellington. Before coming into contact with Truman, looking at the San Lorenzo Empire, the only people he could admire were Lawrence, the king of the North, and a few others.

"I mean, what would Austin do if we took the initiative to let out the news and let Austin know that Nell was in our hands?" said Truman, slowly, but with a sparkle in his eyes.

Touching her sexy short beard, Hellington raised her eyebrows with interest, "Now that the Leslie family is almost wiped out, even if it is an illegitimate child, that man must try his best to save Herbert's bloodline!"

"So you agreed to my plan?"

"Why not?"

Herington drank the wine in one gulp and licked the foam from his mouth, which looked like a beast before the hunt. He rested his glass on the maid's tray, patted the maid who was trembling with his movements, and said with a smile and raised his eyebrows.

"Thank you for the wine!, but Legionnaire, once we have dealt with Austin, we can go all out for our Arro County Raiders!"

With that, he waved his hand and walked out of the living room in style.

Truman, who was sitting upright, sunk into the sofa and couldn't help but rub his brow bitterly with his hands.

"You still don't understand, Helrington. It's not Austin that really bothers me. How could violence and power alone rule a newly conquered country? ”

And at the time of this meeting, thousands of miles away, Charlotte and his party, led by the proprietress Linda, approached the basin where the rebels were located.

At this time, Truman and Harrington did not know that a real threat was imminent in places they did not realize.