Woolf's words made the White Knight feel very curious, he understood that the man in front of him was a great warrior, but a warrior was not necessarily a good general, and it was not easy to command a war, so leading the battle became the exclusive domain of nobles and knights.

"This is a waste of time, Your Highness, do you want to listen to the nonsense of a northern Gaelic barbarian?" The White Knight didn't come alone, Carlos came here with the White Knight.

"If he can help us to victory, why not listen to it, and do not forget that the Holy Code says to remain humble and learn from all that the Lord God has created." The White Knight said to Carlos, this was the first time he had directly refuted Carlos, who had been his teacher and important advisor until then.

"Your Highness." Carlos was also a little surprised, it was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

"I'll tell all my experience and advice." Woolf glanced at the White Knight, who took a step forward and said to the White Knight, whose face he couldn't see clearly.

In the castle of the Duke of Bemessi, the charismatic knights gathered in front of the church, and after they had participated in the collective prayers, they disbanded and returned to their own estates or churches, and when the charismatic knights left, in the dark corners of the church, the black butler came out like a ghost, not wearing his own magnificent black robe trimmed with gold wire, but wearing a gray ordinary monk's robe.

"My lord, you have successfully completed the task assigned by the Pope, and now those old monsters may not be able to say anything, right?" The priest noticed the appearance of the black butler, and he hurriedly walked down the sunlit altar to the pillar and said respectfully.

"Is it safe here?" The black butler was wearing a hood, and he said vigilantly.

"Don't worry, my lord, it's all my people here." The priest said hurriedly.

"What's the news from the White Knight?" The black butler asked the priest that he had actually just come to the castle secretly, and that he had a lot to do as a papal envoy, not to mention that the identity of the papal envoy was really sensitive, and if someone found out that he was here, then the black butler's political enemies would probably take the opportunity to attack him.

"They are still entrenched in the eastern part of the principality, and my spy says that they have gathered many serf rebels." Father Priest reports on the Black Butler.

"It is impossible for a serf to defeat the duke's army." The black butler frowned and said impatiently, according to the plan, the white knight should leave the territory of the Duke of Bemessi at this time.

"Then, I will send a letter to him to lead his army away from the Duke, but my men think that the White Knight is very aggressive, and he seems to have rejected Carlos' suggestion to escape." The priest bowed his head and said to the honorable black butler in front of him.

"Carlos, that King Blue's eagle dog, hum." The black butler pursed his lips disdainfully, he felt that King Blue did not have any good intentions at all, and he didn't know why His Majesty the Pope trusted this fox so much, maybe it was the Blue blood in his body that was causing trouble.

"I'm going to send someone to inform you that no matter what, you can't let the White Knight destroy the divine plan." The priest looked at the black butler, who had fallen silent, and he thought that the deacon had acquiesced in his actions, so he lowered his head and prepared to go to his men.

"No, maybe it's enough to make the Duke suffer a little more, I heard that the Duke's vassals embarrassed the Knights of Divine Grace at the banquet?" The black deacon, however, lowered his hood, looked at the priest's shaved head of St. Jom, and said to the priest.

"Yes, there is, but that doesn't prove that the Duke is not religious?" The priest said with some hesitation.

But he didn't stop him, did he? It seems that our lord still does not take the holy church to heart, and it is like training a hound, if he is obedient, he will be given a piece of meat to eat, and if he is disobedient, he will be taught a lesson with a whip. The black butler said to the priest.

"Is this what His Majesty the Pope meant?" The priest blinked, and he asked with some uncertainty, he didn't know what the Black Butler wanted to do in his heart?

"Do you think His Holiness the Pope will worry about such trivial matters? What's the use of us people? The black butler said to the priest in an angry tone, and the priest quickly bent down, the top of his head almost touching the tip of his shoe, and the top of his shaved head was sweating.

The Pope's order was to impose the tithes in the kingdoms as much as possible, but the Pope did not want this to lead to conflicts between the nobility and the Holy See, and the Black Butler understood this, but as an illegitimate child, he wanted more rights, so he would do much better than the other bishops.

"Mobilize our intelligence network, if the White Knight wants to teach Duke Bemessi a lesson, then let's help him!" The black butler faced the altar, and at this time, the sunlight shone on the altar through the colored glass window, as if the gods had descended into the world, and the black butler squinted his eyes at the dazzling altar.

"Yes, my lord." The priest bowed helplessly and turned to see that he was just a hunting dog raised by the black butler, and when the master let go of the rope, as a hunting dog, he could only desperately chase the prey.

The Duke's army marched mightily towards the Eastern Territory, and the nobles were in high spirits along the way, but Bruce's mood became more and more gloomy, he did not care about the vassals' ridicule of the Glinton militia, but was shocked by the degree of paralysis of the duke and the vassals.

"There were no scouting rangers, no pre-war meetings, did they think the other side was waiting to be slaughtered with their hands tied?" Bruce sat on his horse with a gloomy face, and he looked left and right at the dense forest along both sides of the path, imagining that if it were him, he would definitely lay an ambush here, as if there were a pair of eyes staring at them in the dense forest.

"Camp and rest." As expected, the duke's order to rest came from the front of the procession, and Bruce reluctantly dismounted.

"We're camping there." Bruce led his horse, and he looked left and right and said to Edward and the others.

"Good idea, but isn't it too far away from the others?" Stukov followed Bruce's finger to the location where the small mound near a stream was undoubtedly a good place to camp in the dense forest, both to obtain a precious source of water and to defend itself in the event of an enemy attack.

"Stukov, when is the best time to attack if you are an enemy?" After Bruce gave the order, he asked Stukov.

"If it were me, of course, it would be night, and the dark fog would be the best place to hide, but it would be a cautious enemy, but against this group of adults, I could even swagger in at noon." Stukov glanced at the duke's soldiers, who were randomly looking for a place to be stationed, and he said confidently.

"That's right, but why haven't we been attacked so far, and why?" Bruce nodded, he agreed with Stukov's words, but at the same time he was very puzzled, why didn't the White Knight take the opportunity to attack them?