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Ten days later, however, a letter from Horcente shattered the adjutant's illusions, making Truman, who had spread out the letter, seem to be more than ten years old.

The general content of the letter is as follows:

To Truman:

I'm sorry that I can't enjoy your old age because of my plan, but you must know that even though there have been many outstanding young generals in Hoscent in recent years, in my heart, you are still the commander I rely on the most!

I've heard that Locente's gentleman has caused you some trouble in County Yarrow?, and though I'm sure you've thought about it, I still hope you're the great general on a par with Lawrence. I'm sure that a hairy boy won't keep my best Legion Commander up and down all night.

Of course, if you're really feeling low on energy, I'm not incomprehensible. After all, you are old, and you have fought for the Hornen family for more than 50 years, and your military exploits for the Griffin family are known to the world.

Again, I have no intention of questioning your competence, but if you need to, I can send a general from home to take your place, so that you can spend your old age with your grandson.

If you think about it, it's not a bad time for us to spend time drinking and talking about current affairs in the courtyard of the palace, isn't it?

The decision of all this is still yours, you are my most trusted lieutenant and the most trusted minister of the country. I await your reply, whatever that reply is, you are my best friend and teacher.

- Your trusty friend Marcus Griffin

It seems that the letter is full of friendship, which perfectly reflects the care and love of a lord to his subordinates and a student to his teacher. But Truman, who was familiar with Marcus's character, broke out in a cold sweat like falling into an ice cave.

Marcus is suspicious and cautious, and this letter is both a condolence and a warning!

As the commander of the legion personally appointed by Marcus, Truman had the vast majority of power in the territory of Locente, and he could mobilize the military deployment of nearly 80,000 troops at will, and even had a certain say in the appointment of wartime noble domains.

This is simply a diminished version of the Grand Duke! And a Grand Duke whose power has grown over time, gradually becoming more and more inaccessible to Marcus!

Truman's strategy is a well-established one, but unlike Lawrence, the Lion of the North, who doesn't have to care about anyone's doubts, he has to take Marcus' concerns into account.

And now, the concern has come true! Marcus has become suspicious of his motives for delaying the warplane!

"Legion Commander......" the adjutant asked hesitantly, "what does the letter say?"

Truman didn't have the heart to answer, he pinched the gilded manuscript of the letter, and sighed, "What a Brent! What a Locente gentleman—"

He was right, and at about the same time, Brent was making confident assertions to his officers!

The senior officers of Rosente were grieved by Truman's inaction, even though the provocations and attacks had been carried out seven times in the past ten days. But Hostend's side had only strengthened its garrison, so such provocations did not seem to have any effect at all, except to make the attacking troops more difficult and the losses greater.

But Brent was still confident, "I know you're wondering that Truman has absolute control over that legion, and he wants to avoid it so that he can use this winter to drag us down!"

This is exactly what the officers feared.

"But I'm sure it's just the calm before the storm. His relationship with Hairington had definitely become more strained and delicate, and perhaps he would be able to control the situation and suppress the voices of the aliens. However, there is a human voice that he absolutely cannot disobey!"

Brent smugly touched the green stubble on his chin, which he had only deliberately accumulated after becoming king. You know, until then, he had been mingling among the flowers as a clean and neat beautiful man.

The officers looked at their king suspiciously, and even Charlotte and Edie looked thoughtful, wondering where his confidence came from.

So Brent glanced at his intelligence chief, who coughed dryly, cleared his throat, and looked up at the new king of Locente with admiration.

"In fact, as early as a month ago, our wise Grand Duke used his spies in Hoscent to bribe some of the enemy's ministers. You know, even though Truman is very prestigious, he still has a lot of political enemies!"

Charlotte suddenly brightened, he looked at this cousin who had gone up the mountain to touch birds and fish in the sea with him, and felt that he was so strange for the first time.

It was so strange that it would make the mage think—ah! Is this still the level of Brent who only knows how to mess with flowers?—— degree?

Brent's plan was simple and effective.

As early as he was thinking about this plan, he sent someone to bribe Hossen's ministers to slander the suspicious Marcus. And as Brent had predicted, no king could stand his power being stolen, and Marcus had become suspicious of Truman.

"So I dare to assert!" said Brent, "ten days at the latest, three days at the earliest, and the Hostents will definitely make a systematic counterattack." The plan will remain unchanged, and the attacking troops will continue to provoke as usual, but they must not fight to the death with the other side! Once the other side cannot hold back, the attacking troops will not be defeated or won, and we must lure them to the battlefield we have chosen!

"Victory with me—"

The slogan of the oath of victory came from the tent!

Charlotte knew that the war that would determine the fortunes of the country was coming. After the meeting, he kept thinking about the blueprint of the spell position in his head, and came to a tent on the side of the barracks.

Unlike the rest of the camps, which were inhabited by the rest of the soldiers, this one was noticeably more neat and orderly, and a closer look reveals that each camp was actually inhabited by only one person.

Charlotte thought as she walked to the largest council camp in the area. The guards on either side of the tent door saw the mage coming, and saluted him respectfully.

Charlotte smiled at the two of them, and before she could push open the tent, she heard a lively discussion coming from inside.

Vivien and Lolita stood at one end of the large square table, surrounded by a dozen mages on the other three sides. Each of these mages is above the Five Rings, and they are also all the high-level mages that the broken Locente can summon at this time.

However, these mages were faintly led by Vivian and Lolita, nodding their heads from time to time, occasionally raising their hands to interrupt the conversation between the two women, and asking some detailed questions.

This is the difference between an excellent mage and an ordinary mage, although in terms of surface strength, these mages have a higher ring level, but in terms of the coverage and depth of knowledge and secret methods, they are actually far inferior to the two fifteen-year-old mage girls in front of them.

In fact, if it weren't for Charlotte who was in charge of the spell camp this time, at least half of the dozen or so mages in front of her would not have dragged their families into this troubled water. Almost everyone wanted to take the opportunity to build a good relationship with Charlotte, and even if they couldn't join the other's mage tower, they would at least learn some valuable knowledge from this famous master.

Seeing Charlotte enter, the mages quickly stopped talking, and everyone saluted the master spellcaster of Icewind Castle, led by Vivien and Lolita.

Charlotte replied with a salute and said straight to the point, "Guys, I have some new ideas about the layout of the spell array. I'm sorry to make your job difficult, but I ask for your careful attention for the sake of the next big battle. ”

Everyone had no objection to this, but their eyes lit up, looking forward to the endless genius ideas of this young spellcaster.