After the rebellion in the eastern part of the duchy ended, the Duke of Bemessi disbanded his entire army and let the vassals lead their armies back to their own territory, and soon only corpses and traces of war remained in this otherwise peaceful land.

"Kevin, Sr." As the county warden of Theodore, Bruce was the last to leave, but before leaving, he called Kevin Sr., the merchant of the battlefield.

"Lord Baron." Old Kevin stood respectfully in front of Bruce, he looked at the young baron in front of him, originally thought that Bruce asked him to contract the so-called task of cleaning up the battlefield, but it was just a means to blackmail himself, but after the implementation of these days, he found that he had made a lot of money in it.

"I'm now the county guard of Theodore County, so in addition to the task of cleaning up the remaining supplies on the entire battlefield, I want to add another task to you." Bruce said to the balding businessman in front of him.

"Of course, my lordship." Old Kevin hurriedly lowered his head, he was ready to listen.

"All the corpses on the battlefield must be buried, and they must be buried deeply, and they must not be discarded in this way." Bruce said to Kevin Sr.

"Are you going to bury everybody?" Old Kevin was a little worried, the nobles' own soldiers must have taken care of themselves, but those rebel serfs were not so lucky, and the corpses were left to be discarded in the wilderness, for crows and eagles to peck at.

"Yes, bury them all, or there will be a plague." Bruce knew that these rotten corpses were easy to breed bacteria, and there were many examples of plague after the Great War.

"Plague?" Kevin Sr. didn't know about this kind of thing, but he didn't dare to disobey Bruce's order, so he had to agree.

Bruce rode on his horse accompanied by Annie and others, and led the Greenton militia to leave, looking at the back of the army, Kevin Sr. was a little worried, Bruce handed over the entire battlefield cleaning to him, which meant that he could have a lot of income, but to bury the corpse, he needed to hire people.

The Duke of Bemessi sent messengers to spread the news of the rebellion to the county guards and nobles throughout his domain, and the corpse of the White Knight was also tied to a carriage, and as the army marched, the local nobles and commoners flocked to each territory, all wanting to see what the leader of the rebel army, who had turned the entire duchy upside down, looked like.

"Dead?" The Black Butler was now in a house near the sea, dressed in a silk nightgown from the Far East, with only four domed columns in the empty drawing-room, and a few marble sculptures in the corners.

"Yes, the Duke of Bemessi has already brought the body back to the castle, and the nobles and commoners along the way have seen it." The confessor priest, who received the news of the death of the White Knight, hurriedly rode to this coastal mansion belonging to the church.

"This useless bastard." The black butler was furious when he heard this, and he threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground, and suddenly the red wine in the silver cup spilled out, and the beautiful glass cracked.

"Anything can happen on the battlefield, and with an army of serfs, it is not easy to hold on for so long." The confessor looked at the angry Black Butler, who did not dare to come out as he stood in the spacious living room.

"The money I gave him, and the money for King Blue's support, is enough to hire an elite army, but this bastard has to gather serfs, although the momentum is huge, but it will definitely attract the jealousy of the duke." The black deacon put his hand on his forehead, and the death of the white knight had deprived him of a chip that he could control, and he had to put a lot of effort into cultivating it.

"But fortunately, the task assigned by His Majesty the Pope has been completed, and the annual cardinal election is about to begin, what are your plans?" The confession priest frowned and said to the black butler.

"Hmph, this matter is nothing more than a matter of spending money, and those old foxes can't do it without a lot of money." The black butler sighed, since the white knight was dead, although he felt sorry, it was useless to continue to be angry.

"The election of cardinals is extremely important, and without the support of the cardinals, the grand plans of His Majesty the Pope could be hampered." The confessor said to the black butler with some concern.

"Of course, don't worry, the Holy See has already sent me a few right-hand men, they should be on their way!" The black butler pulled over an applewood chair, sat on it, and said to the confessor priest.

"Right man?" The confessor was a little hesitant, what the black butler lacked most at the moment was money, could these assistants help the black butler gather money in the shortest possible time?

"Hey, they'll do it for me." The black butler seemed to see the confession priest's doubts, and he said with a smile.

"Crunch~~." At this moment, the side door of the living room opened, and a maid with a beautiful face in a white and white apron walked in with a plate, she had brown hair, her facial features were like the work of the most skillful carvers, her skin was as white as milk, and her lips were ruddy and small, she was a dignified and beautiful girl.

The maid put the plate on the wooden table in front of the black deacon, the crystal clear grapes in the plate were very tempting, after putting down the plate, the maid respectfully stepped back and prepared to turn away, the confession priest looked at the dignified girl, and said in his heart that this must be a maid with noble blood, and only a noble adult like the black butler would have such a well-trained and noble maid by his side.

"Serena. Tracy waits. Just as the maid was about to leave, the black butler stopped her.

"Your Excellency." The maid Serena turned and bowed her head to face the Black Butler.

"Your brother is dead, I am a generous master, today you can rest for half a day and pray to the Lord God to forgive the soul of your poor humble brother." The Black Butler said to the maid Serena.

"Huh?" When the confessor heard this, he was very surprised, he did not expect that this maid was actually the sister of the White Knight.

"Woo~~." Serena's body trembled slightly, her face turned pale, and her lips began to turn white.

Bruce's army followed the winding path toward their territory, and this time they marched much slower, not only with a few wagons of trophies, but also with a few wounded soldiers.

"Move more slowly." Bruce rode on his horse and watched the wounded soldiers limping with the group, although Anne and Mavis bandaged their wounds with clean linen and herbs, but the lack of carriages meant that only some of the seriously wounded soldiers could ride in the carriages.

"Don't worry, Lord Baron, Mavis's herbs are very effective, I didn't expect her to be so skilled in herbal knowledge." Stukov came to Bruce and said to him.

"Well, next time we should prepare more carriages." Bruce sighed with emotion, it seems that not only the war of the industrial age, but also the need for special coordination for logistics, and even this era of low productivity also tests logistics support.

"Ah~~." Suddenly, a scream sounded, which made the Grinton militia, who had been marching calmly, nervous, and some of the wounded soldiers who had experienced the bloody battlefield even panicked screamed.

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