"How are you doing?"

Heading down the trail towards the agreed meeting point, Nell, who was gradually recovering from his spirits, asked Vivien.

A shallow smile hung on his lips, only those eyes sparkled. The young man with low self-esteem and pride endured his shyness, and probably could only talk to the person he was thinking about in this way.

Before Vivien could answer, Lolita slapped her forehead in distress, "Come on, Nell, you've asked this guy no less than five times! This means that Vivien has a good personality, so if I were me, I wouldn't be too lazy to pay attention to you!"

"Lolita!" Vivien shook her fist at Lolita in disgust, and then showed a shy expression like a little girl, "It's all good, although the air in the underground world is not very good, and it has experienced a war of no small scale. But with the protection of the teacher, it can be regarded as a thrill. ”

She took the trouble to repeat the answer that she had said no less than five times, and added, "But you have suffered a lot." Those people didn't torture you, did they?"

"No!" Nell subconsciously covered the scar on his wrist and shook his head.

"Please, Vivien, you've asked this more than five times!" Lolita shouted exaggeratedly, "Teacher! I can't stand it anymore!

Charlotte, who was silently hurrying over there, glanced at Vivien and Nell, who were steaming pink, and glanced at Lolita, who was making trouble. A cold snort came out of his nose and he tugged on the reins hard.

"Hurry up!"

Even a fool knows the dissatisfaction in the mage's heart. Lolita stuck out her tongue and hurried to catch up with the silent mouse, leaving Nell and Vivien to catch up with the group in a panic.

With the blessing of Charlotte's various spells, the group finally arrived at the established meeting point near evening.

Approaching the west of Locente, the Gobi and plains replaced the undulating terrain, and the mountains became scarcer and scarcer. This is one of the hiding places that Viscount Austin has managed to find, and according to the plan, the rebels led by him should retreat from the granary last night, even if the march speed is far below that of Charlotte and his party, but they should be able to join Charlotte before dawn tomorrow.

Because of the convenient mansion technique, it saves the time for a group of people to set up camp. The rat silently arranged for his life to hunt with fire, and laid an elaborate trap in the manner of an assassin. Towards dinner, as the group sat down at the campfire to prepare for their meal, the rats sent out to inquire about the news returned.

It was a habit of their organization, and every place they went—even in the wilderness—they had to get the necessary information from nearby towns and villages. This rigorous approach has allowed them to avoid countless crises of destruction in the past, after all, before the war, this group of people lived a life of licking blood from the knife edge.

In a way, the nature of their work is more dangerous than that of the adventurers who roll around in the ruins of Steeu.

No, when Charlotte was just about to stuff the golden rabbit leg into her mouth, she saw the man in charge of finding out the news hurrying to the next few people.

Unlike the mundane-looking mouse, this guy has a bit of creamy charm. But don't underestimate this spy who specializes in intelligence investigation, this guy seems to be weak, but he has the ability to kill people with a silver needle.

The man, codenamed Fox, turned over and dismounted, and he didn't bother to tie up his horse, so he rushed to the side of the group and said, "Oh no! My lords! I just heard the news that the army led by Helrington passed through this area in the middle of the night last night!"

The group froze suddenly, Charlotte forgot to chew the rabbit meat in her mouth, and asked in a loud voice, "Is the news reliable?"

"My lord, the inhabitants of the neighborhood are unanimous, and they all say that they heard the noise of the army crossing the border last night!" ......The fox paused, he tried to persuade Charlotte to leave the area immediately, but he felt that he would be afraid to escape.

So everyone looked at Charlotte silently, waiting for the mage's decision. Even if Nell nominally has the inheritance of Rosente, at this moment, Charlotte, who is an absolute powerhouse, is obviously more reliable.

But Charlotte thought more.

The area they were in was north of the county capital of Gepman, while the rebels' granary was to the northeast. So the question is, why did Helrington lead a large army through here?

Unless he decided that this was the place where the rebels fled early on, he would deliberately march from here, trying to block the rebels' retreat.

Then, Charlotte thought of something even more terrifying, "You just said that Hellington's army passed through here last night?

"...... between about 10 and 11 p.m."

"Oh no! the rebels are afraid that something will happen!" Charlotte stood. As soon as he spoke, everyone's faces turned extremely pale!

Charlotte finally realizes what he's mistaken, confusing the Temple of Tyranny's main combat system with Hosant's professional soldiers.

That's right! At the speed of a professional army, it was simply impossible to reach the eastern granaries before the rebels retreated. But if it's the paladins and priests of the temple, this speed of the march is not a fantasy.

"So what should we do?" Nell stood up, his eyes resolute as he grasped the saber at his waist. It means that Charlotte can rush to the battlefield immediately after giving an order.

The fox swallowed and said in a dry voice, "That's Herrington, my lord!"

Charlotte looked at everyone present, except for Nell, who had a resolute expression and the tavernkeeper who looked indifferent, the rest of them, including Vivien and Lolita, had a look of uneasiness on their faces.

He had already made up his mind, "But that's the lives of tens of thousands of people!"

"Give me the map!" Charlotte's voice was sonorous, and her fingers pressed somewhere, "you guys stay and help Vivien and Lolita draw a spell position here!"

"Teacher!" Vivien and Lolita shouted.

"It's an order!" Charlotte said in a resolute tone, "Listen, I want you to help me map out the spell position, if things do get to the worst, I have to rely on the spell position to find a way to stop the army from getting out." ”

"As for Nell......"

"I'll go with you!" Nell, holding the hilt of his sword, said resolutely.

"Listen brother, I need you to help me protect Vivien and Lolita!"

Nell glanced at Vivien apologetically, and nodded in a look of understanding and concern.

Then he raised his head and looked at Charlotte with burning eyes, his voice sonorous and his eyes resolute, "Please remember, I'm also a Leslie!"

Charlotte suddenly saw the shadow of Vivien Leigh in him, for people like them, perhaps family, honor, and faith are more important than life, wealth, and power.

"You're going to die!" reminded the mage, "and I can't care about you on the battlefield." ”

"Your Highness, please remember that I am a man of the Leslie family!"

In the look of the rat and the others in disbelief at Nell's address to Charlotte, the mage patted him on the shoulder.

"Keep up!"

Nell, he thought, might be more like a Leslie than any member of the pure-blooded family, as his cousin Brent said.

(Cavinka wants to die lately, what should I do, I've even written the outline!)