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During these days, in the carriage, Fitney would talk to Bill about the Word of God and other things about the prophets, and more often than not—reading books and looking at maps.

"That's Rak City over there. Early in the morning, when Fitnät was rarely not in the carriage, but rode alongside Eureka on horse, she pointed to an old building not far away, and said, "It's an old town." ”

Not far away, Fitney saw the outline of a city—a monolithic building barely white, seemingly shrouded in sunlight.

The "old towns" that the people of the Kingdom of Luther spoke of were in fact places like Saratoga, that is, castles, which were the only ones that could hold off the Papal army, and ......

Eureka stopped the people behind her, and Fitnair took the lead, and she rode to a small hill, and saw clearly that there was a clear difference in elevation from the plain below, and that Lac City was a little farther away, and that she could see a camp not far from Lac City.

The size of the camp is tens of thousands of people.

"I could feel that Edward was there. Joan of Arc appeared behind Fitney with a serious expression, "However, it will be difficult for us to break through to the depths of that camp. ”

Fitney didn't speak, and she let the horse go back.

"Mr. Bill, how much garrison is there in Lark City?" she said, turning her head to see Bill stepping out of the carriage.

"There are about forty or fifty thousand people in Lac City. Bill replied.

"Fifty thousand? Eureka interjected.

"Part of it is the standing army in the castle, and part of it is the 'Shield of Dryden'. Bill pointed to Lac City, "There are also some people who have come out of the royal realm with His Majesty. ”

Fitney nodded: "However, there are more people in the Holy See than them, and it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat in terms of strength?"

"I'm afraid that the specific battle situation will have to go to the general. Bill shook his head apologetically.

At least the standoff has been going on for some time.

Fear...... This matter is far from being a matter of strength comparison, there are ...... I'm afraid that Misse is already burned.

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Misse is indeed burnt out.

In the command room of Lac City, which was similar to the room where Lawler and the people of Tashapol were discussing the situation, there were the coats of arms of the Midrus family and the coat of arms of the Kingdom of Luther hanging on either side, and on a large table in the middle, there were maps and sand tables.

Misse stood to one side, looking up, and his gaze fell on a tall man, who was already a certain age, and his temples were slightly white—he was Robert Middlerus, Misse's uncle, and the commander of the "Shield of Dryden."

"Your Majesty," Robert felt Misse's gaze, raised his head, and frowned, "...... go on like this"

"Of course I do, so I'm wondering, what did you all come up with?" Misse sighed.

There was a hint of dodginess in their eyes.

It's a troublesome thing - even if Misse is helpless, he can't blame it all on them.

"Your Majesty!" at this moment, a man in armor ran in.

"What's wrong?"

"A man who claimed to be the Count of Chaffrin came to the city gates, hoping to enter the city. The soldier said.

Count of Shevrin.

"Count Shevrin?Fitnair Freyton?" Robert had heard of the count, a year earlier, this woman had indeed caused a stir among the nobles of the Lutheran Kingdom, even if he was on the fringes of the nobility and did not like to dabble in such things.

"Your Majesty, she's back. "The one who spoke was Coriford.

It was not a reasonable thing for Corifo to stay in this place, as he was only a baron in his personal name, and he was not a man who knew military affairs, but he was valued for his outstanding contribution to saving Misse and helping him leave the royal domain.

"Let her in. "There is no need for a reminder from Corifo, Misse will not suspect Fitney.

"Does she understand military affairs?" the former Dryden garrison couldn't help but ask, "Otherwise, Your Majesty would have let her ...... in the lounge"

"The people of the Wyzdem family. "The one who spoke was Mommson Tok, who was a little surprised to hear him speak, for the garrison of Lac spoke very little, and was essentially a loyal but silent man, bearing some resemblance to Dick of Tashapol," she had the opportunity to bring hope. ”

Rak City belonged to the Lordship of Haywag, and the people of the Lordship regarded the House of Willidham as godlike beings—and Monson seemed to have this expectation from this confidence.

When Fitnair arrived, almost everyone's eyes fell on her immediately because of those words—they looked at the thin girl with white blond hair, whose pale face was partly due to the exhaustion of the journey.

But the blue-purple eyes were still bright.

"Your Majesty. Fitnäy did not notice this strange and bowed to Misé.

"You're finally here - I've heard that Shevrin's territory has been attacked, are you alright?" Misse waved at her.

"The Holy See wants to keep Shevrin in check, so that my servants do not find out about their tricks in the first place. Fitney explained succinctly.

Her words made Robert raise an eyebrow: "They turned out to be for this purpose. ”

"That's right. There are still some things I know, such as the fact that the Holy See has raised an army of longbowmen for this war. Fitney replied.

"There is no way that a bow and arrow can be so powerful. The Dryden garrison couldn't help but say.

In the kingdom of Luther, bows and arrows had always been a weapon of defense for the lower and middle classes, because the cost of making bows and arrows was not high, and the upper classes would train knights, whether they were horses or heavy armor, which only the upper classes could afford.

"This is an analysis of the Welsh longbow, although it is indeed a simple type of bow, but the range and wood use allow it to easily shoot through armor at a distance. Fitney handed over a scroll he had with him—Misse took it first, and unfolded it on the table—and the commanders were gathered together with great eagerness.

Fitnair looked at them and turned his gaze to Corifol, who was standing to the side, not very enthusiastic.

"Long time no see. Fitney walked towards him.

Corifo smiled at her, "I don't think you're just here to say hello to me. ”

"I've always thought you're clever - so, what's going on in Lac City?" Fitnair smiled too, not trying to beat around the bush.