Charles had received accurate information only three weeks after the fall of Gammichburg, as several exhausted messengers rode into Djerkhara on the galloping horses that were almost ready to die. It was almost inevitable, and everyone knew it, that the war had really begun!

Soon, King Griffos' orders were well communicated to his former favored retainer in Djerkhara. And after a short day of preparation, Count Atlas's orders were accurately and efficiently delivered to each of his vassals. Charles was ordered to do so in view of his noble origins and the fact that he had done a good job of exterminating the bandits a month earlier. Count Atlas granted Charles permission to select twenty infantry from the barracks, in addition to the fifteen cavalrymen of the third cavalry of the city guard, who had his original subordinates, to rush to Ameraburg to support the local defenders.

After accepting the assignment and a period of excitement, Charles fell into deep thought. Eventually, he selected Joseph and his party, a group of twelve spearmen whom he had known well before, as well as his friend Luzius, whom he had met at the athletic convention, and several of his more loyal and upright soldiers. In this way, he has at his disposal thirty-four experienced and close-knit warriors, which is already a force to be reckoned with for a fledgling nobleman.

Perhaps before this, Charles had begun to become disillusioned with his current situation, and had already discussed elopement with Elena. But it was obvious that the war in front of him, full of opportunities and challenges, had made his young heart beat violently again. He was so excited that he could hardly restrain himself, and in his mind, he could almost foresee what kind of glory and wealth he would gain if he succeeded in this war. In that case, perhaps he wouldn't have to be with Elena in such an immoral way as elopement.

So, in his spare time, Charles asked Elena's personal maid Amanda to send the bracelet she had carefully selected as a token and a love letter full of love to Elena. After this, Charles didn't even have time to wait for his lover's reply, but hastily asked an attendant to deliver a message to Jessica at home on his behalf, and hurriedly set off with his men to follow Count Atlas's troops to Epdellasburg.

Filled with longing and anticipation for the unknown, after two days of arduous trekking, Charles and his party finally arrived at Eppartersburg with Count Atlas's army, and successfully joined the coalition of other lords in the kingdom. But before they could begin their pledge, news of the fall of Fort Amera, on the border of Rhodok, was already widely spread among the soldiers. The bad news greatly weakened the morale of the army, and the lords had to work hard to get them back together.

After that, a series of orders were issued forbidding discussion of the fall of Fort Amera, and after the execution of several conspiracy spies. An emergency meeting within the nobility was announced by King Griffos. All the nobles present were in an uproar, and some nobles with ulterior motives came forward to accuse the defenders of Ameraburg and Garmici for negligence, and then began to lash out at the lords of the two castles in front of King Graves.

Of course, in a sense, the nobles who are the lords of a territory naturally have an unshirkable responsibility for the loss of a territory. Especially in the case of geographically important frontier places such as Fort Garmici and Fort Amela, the lords need to pay more attention and know more. However, it is clear that the Count of Frimousa did not do a good job of intelligence gathering and defending the castle. This gave the people of Salander an opportunity, so much so that in the space of a month, two castles were lost one after the other.

But mistakes are mistakes, after all, people are not sages, who can not make mistakes? Such mistakes have existed in the past, are happening now, and will be inevitable even in the future. As long as the mistakes are corrected, and the supporting nobles are given appropriate benefits, all of this can exist, and everything can be fine. Accusations can exist, but such obvious partisan attacks as before are not acceptable to all. As a result, many other nobles who were friendly with them also began to refute the remarks made by the previous nobles, and then began to accuse them of supporting unfavorable and ulterior motives. The two sides quarreled endlessly, and the entire castle hall was boiling over.

The hall in the castle was originally so large, in order to carry forward and embody the republican system of Rhodok, at this time, almost half of Rhodok's large and small nobles and landlords were crowded. Although Charles was in front of the venerable Count Atlas, no one cared about anyone in this fierce quarrel, and he was so dizzy that he couldn't help but feel disgusted with these people present.

King Graves, on the other hand, stared coldly at the bustling hall, but did not say a word. It was only his increasingly gloomy countenance that illustrated his bad mood at the moment, and many astute nobles had sensed the king's displeasure at this time, and began to shrink back and pretend to be obedient and docile. And those who have no eyes are still arguing, and even a few of them have begun to move their fists and feet.

Just as it was all gaining momentum, a loud bang drew everyone's eyes to the center of the hall. At this time, the people were surprised to find that the precious jade table that had been placed in front of the king had been kicked aside by King Griffos, and it was shattered. While making people unbelievable that one man could do this, they are also horrified to discover the uncontrollable anger of the king, which is hidden under the insipidity. Suddenly, the originally noisy hall instantly became silent, as if it had been frozen.

"I really want to exile you all, maybe this country can be more stable!" King Griffos gritted his teeth and said word by word. He tilted his head and walked down the steps step by step, his hands trembling incessantly, as if to restrain his great anger.

The king's housekeeper quietly stood in front of him, raising his eyes worriedly to look at his master, as if he was worried that the king would draw his sword and cut down the nobles below without saying a word.

Fortunately, however, the king soon recovered: "Decree that ten thousand dinars be paid from the treasury for the ransom of the two of Count Frimusa and his soldiers." And the military expenses and loss compensation after the coalition will be paid by the two of their families, no one can blame each other anymore, our goal now is to take back what we have lost, there must be no more infighting, you understand! ”

King Griffos closed his eyes and continued with great exhaustion: "Let's all go out, I will go to the oath later, I want to be alone for a while." ”

Everyone didn't dare to speak anymore, and walked out silently with their heads bowed. Charles followed the crowd towards the door, and as he was about to walk out of the door, he suddenly turned to look at the figure standing in the hall. The not so burly body just stared blankly at the sky, like a sculpture, like a tombstone, full of a different kind of loneliness and desolation.

The door closed, and finally, the song ended......