"Lord Baron, we have gained a lot in recent days." Looking at the warehouses of grain and supplies and the gold and silver goods looted from the rich squire lords everywhere, the adjutant beside Doyle smiled happily.

"Nick, take out five thousand pfennigs from here, take them down and distribute them to the brothers, everyone has worked hard these days. Find a place to eat and drink, and tell the brothers that as long as you follow me, they will be indispensable. Looking at the goods in front of him, Doyle was full of joy and generous.

"Yes, Lord Baron. Listen to you, brothers, you tell us to go east, and we will not go west. Nick flattered.

"Do you know why I brought you kid? It's not that you kid is interested. Doyle said, pointing at Nick.

"In the name of God, I am definitely the most faithful servant of adults." Nick raised his right hand in a sign of loyalty.

"Good!" Doyle laughed.

The squire, who was standing on the side, saw that the two were talking happily, so he stepped forward to talk. "Two adults."

Doyle turned around and said, "Knight Benson, is there anything wrong with you?" ”

"Lord Baron, how can this little thing in front of you fill your coffers?"

"Oh?" Doyle looked at the fat-faced guy in front of him and thought to himself that this guy must know about other places where the goods were hidden. "Tell me about it."

"Your Excellency, who do you think is the richest in all Tignats?" Benson's eyes were fixed on Doyle.

"Except for those wealthy squire aristocrats~ you mean that bastard of Art."

"That's right! Lord Baron, all the commercial taxes of Tignets are in the valley. Moreover, the bastard had taken possession of the richest of the estates, Wincheston Manor, as well as the South-West Farm and Lord Bazell's Ryan Manor. ”

"Wincheston Manor?" Doyle pondered for a moment and continued, "You mean the Dean family's Wincheston estate? ”

"Exactly, Lord Baron." Benson replied.

The Dean family was suppressed by all parties because of the revelation of Assasin's affairs, and they were originally rich and famous, but in the end, they were ruined and had no good ending. Doyle remembers it. As Bernard's henchman, he was in charge of contacting Assasin to use these heretic killers to kill Art. Unexpectedly, the matter was revealed, and he almost overturned Bernard in the gutter, and he himself was snubbed by Bernard, and the viscount title that was already in his hands was not known because of this matter.

"Okay, Art, let's count the old and new hatreds together!" Doyle roared.

"But, Lord Baron~"

"But what?" Doyle asked.

"The Valley Leader is the place where the mongrel started, I have sent someone to inquire, the main force of the Wells Legion and most of the Valley Garrison Legion have already gone out, but how many people are still in it, I don't know this. Ever since you captured Tinets, the valley has been on alert. The man I sent to inquire came back and told me that there must be no less than two hundred people inside. ”

"Two hundred?" Doyle was surprised. Even if the ones he chose this time were all elite soldiers from Thorne's army. But he had also heard of Art's Wells Legion, and those soldiers had experienced many battles, large and small, and their combat strength was by no means worse than the more than forty men under his command. Even if you add the squire lord's private soldiers who are currently on their side, there are only about a hundred people. If you really make a move, the outcome is unpredictable.

"What about Wincheston Manor?" Doyle had an idea and decided to test the valley's strength by harassing Art's direct territory.

"My lord, do you mean to attack Winchester Manor first, to test the reaction of those guys who are cowering in the valley?"

"Looks like you're not stupid." Doyle turned around and walked all the way towards the lord's hall, and the people around him followed along the way.

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According to yesterday's plan, after deliberation, the civil affairs officials decided to send Father Hamish, the chief priest of the valley, to Tignats to test the details of the other party. The church was not supposed to be influenced by these secular matters, but Hamish knew he was different from the rest of the clergy. He is both a priest of the territory of Ates and a defender of Ath's interests. The reason why Art kept him by his side was that he could move between church and secular affairs with ease, serving the interests of the lord.

Moreover, the status of the church is obvious to the world, even if the army enters the city, you will have to take a detour when you see the church. If you destroy every plant, tree, brick and tile of the church, you will definitely be condemned by God and pressured by the higher church.

When the civil magistrate, Cooper, told Hamish about the city of Tignatz and everything that had happened in recent days, the guy was furious. While condemning the heinous crimes committed by the bandits, he asks Cooper what he can do. Cooper whispered his plan to Hamish and instructed him to find out the origin and purpose of the gang under the cover of praying for the dead soldiers of Tignets and other undead who had died as a result of the disaster.

When everything was ready, Hamish took a young monk and drove in a carriage towards the city of Tiniez. After half a day of turbulence, we finally came to the south wall of Tignets.

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"Report to the Baron, there is a priest outside the city who says he wants to come into the city to pray for the dead spirits, and he is followed by a young monk." The soldiers in charge of guarding the southern gates of Tignac hurried to the lord's hall to report to Doyle, who was drinking with his lieutenant Nick.

"Priest?" Doyle asked with a look of disdain. "Where is he from?"

"Report to the Baron, who claims to be the presiding priest of the southern valley lord." The soldier replied.

"The valley to the south?" Doyle looked at Nick and continued, "It seems that the people of the valley are finally here. I'm going to see what the hell they're up to. ”

"Bring them here."

"Yes!"

As the southern gates of Tignatz opened, the two Hamish walked inside.

"Be careful! Father Hamish. The young monk who was following him squinted at the sight of something falling from the wall, and instantly grabbed Father Hamish's arm and took a few steps back. When the two of them looked down, a stench came over and almost knocked Father Hamish unconscious. It was the arm of a soldier hanging from the city wall, and after a few days of wind and rain, the flesh had turned black, and it was crawling with maggots, feasting on the host.

"Vomit ......" Looking at the disgusting thing in front of him, Hamish couldn't hold back after all, and spit out all the food and wine he ate before leaving.

"Father Hamish, are you alright?" The young monk quickly picked up Hamish and walked towards a stone on the inside of the gate. Hamish, who was sitting on the stone, looked his head towards the city wall as he cleaned his mouth of vomit. The corpses of the soldiers who resisted the bandits hung on it, and some of the corpses' arms were cut off by sharp swords and bones, leaving only the epidermis still attached to the body, and the flies buzzed in the rotten places, emitting a foul smell under the scorching afternoon sun......

"These demons are going to hell!" Watching those young lives pass away like this, Hamish cursed incessantly.

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"Are you alright, Priest?" Seeing Hamish walk into the hall of the lords, Doyle asked with a smirk.

"Thank you for your greetings, my lordship, I'm fine." Hamish also replied politely.

"You may be seated, Priest." Doyle beckoned Hamish to sit at the long table in the lord's hall. "I wonder why you're here?" Doyle asked straight to the point.

"All this is thanks to you, my noble lord." Hamish also made no secret of it.

"Oh, how dare a bandit in my mountains bother you, the chief priest of the valley lord." Doyle looked at the priest and then at Nick, the adjutant beside him.

"I have come this time to pray for the souls of the dead who have died at the hands of you and your "soldiers", that their souls may ascend to heaven and be redeemed by God. Hamish tested Doyle's reaction.

"Soldiers? I don't know what you mean, Priest, these brothers are just ordinary farmers who lived with me in the mountains by robbing passing merchants, how did they become soldiers in your mouth? Doyle obviously knew that the other party was testing his bottom line. As a baron leader, he couldn't be stupid enough not to know the true purpose of the other party's trip.

"The bandit groups around Tignets have been almost cleaned up by my family's Yate-sama, where did this lord make a living before?" Hamish asked rhetorically. "Could it be that you escaped from the north?"

"You!" Doyle yelled as he slapped the table. "I wonder what Priest means?" Doyle, who had a little composure, questioned Father Hamish.

"I think this adult should understand what I mean."

"Oh, is it? Then I would like to ask the priest if he has come here on behalf of the valley? Doyle asked with a sinister expression.

Faced with the murderous devil in front of him, Hamish paused and replied: "As the presiding priest of the valley lord, I am in charge of the affairs of the churches in Tinets in the absence of Father Robert, Bishop of Tinets. This time, I heard rumors from believers that a group of murderous demons captured the city of Tignac, killed more than a dozen county soldiers, and also went to the surrounding territories to kill people and set fire to loot goods, killing and injuring many people. As God's messenger to earth, it is necessary for me to pray in God's name for these lost beings to pray that their souls will ascend to heaven and be liberated. Hamish was already indignant at the moment.

"Then, Priest, if the people of the valley are in trouble, will you also curse those demons and pray for the dead lords and soldiers?" Doyle asked Father Hamish in an almost threatening tone.

"You dare!" Hamish let out a loud shout. A layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead. The monk behind him also took two steps back nervously.

"What would I not dare! The Welsh Legion has all gone on the march, and presumably those who are left behind are the old, weak, sick and disabled. I've heard that your valley is rich, and my brothers are already ready to move. Doyle looked at Hamish, expecting a hint of fear in his eyes to prove his judgment.

Hamish jumped to his feet, so frightened that Nick, who was behind Doyle, had already put his right hand on the hilt of his sword. "If you doubt the Valley Territory's determination to defend itself against foreign enemies, you can try it yourself!" Hamish tried to confuse the fierce but cerebral guy in front of him. With that, he led the young monk towards the door.

"Wait!" Doyle, who was following behind, shouted. Hamish's heart was so frightened that his throat trembled.

"Priest, I hope you will go back and tell the valley steward, I will definitely bring my brothers to visit!" Doyle threatened Hamish.

After Hamish and the young monk left, Nick whispered to Doyle, "Lord Baron, are you really going to do anything to the valley?" ”

"This damn guy, I'm underestimating him!"

"That~"

"Shut up," Doyle yelled as Nick spoke, "the situation is unclear now, it seems that the plan to attack the valley first will not work, and the only way to do it is to take Wincheston Manor......"

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"Father Hamish, do you think those robbers are really going to attack the valley?" The young monk, who had just walked out of Tinets with the priest, hurriedly asked, hoping to hear something useful from the wise priest's mouth.

"It's hard to say, this guy is anything but simple. We immediately rushed back to the valley to tell Master Cooper about the situation, so that the valley could take precautions. Oh my God, this damn war! ”

With that, the two sat in the carriage and whipped their whips and headed south.