Oh, that was three days ago, and Charles finally remembered what had happened from his dreams.

Just three days ago, the news that the army of the Salanders was on its way to Cherez reached the ears of every Rhodok soldier. All the atrocities committed by the Salanders in their land had long been known to them, and yet another action by the Salanders had raised the hearts of every Rhodoc.

Almost all the soldiers were furious and demanded that their commander lead them to Chelez in order to repel the enemy. After all, there are still many soldiers in the army who have come out of Chelezli, and they naturally do not want to see their hometown destroyed in an instant, and they do not want to see their familiar people being slaughtered like pigs and dogs.

The situation began to become a little dire, and the nobles who remained behind were almost getting bigger—it was ironic that their own army had almost mutinied before they had fought against the Salanders.

Soon, an order from above was issued, and Charles was ordered to take his men and several other minor nobles to the barracks to maintain order, but the soldiers who were usually very tame became extremely manic at this time, and even dared to do something to Charles and their superiors to maintain order.

Seeing that the situation in the barracks was about to become more and more intense, and almost turned into a riot, a command from the king finally reached the army with great delay, and calmed the anger of all the soldiers:

"All men prepare their weapons and baggage, and go to Chelez at once, and be sure to be prepared to defend and crush the enemy before the Salanders arrive in Chelez."

And with the issuance of this order, those nobles who are usually arrogant are finally willing to show up at this time.

Count Falsefer looked coldly at his private soldiers, and although he knew that they were not involved in the riot at the time, he was very upset that they did not take the initiative to help keep order in the King's Guard.

"This is a shameful betrayal," he said angrily, "and you should be ashamed of it!" ”

His soldiers did not dare to touch the venerable Earl's head at this time, and they all lowered their heads and made a look of guilt.

The good old man, Count Talba, came over and stopped Count Falsefer from scolding the soldiers.

"You take your breath away," he said with a smile, "after all, everyone is thinking about our common country." The king's order has been given, let's hurry up and let them pack their things and get ready to go, after all, time waits for no one. ”

The battle was imminent, and Count Falsefer didn't want to say anything more, so he nodded vigorously, thinking that he would clean up this group of bastards when the battle was over.

At this time, Charles also took his soldiers to Count Atlas to return his life.

On a high slope not far away, Count Atlas was standing beside King Graves, looking at this side with a serious expression, not knowing what to say.

Before they could get closer, they were stopped by a group of brightly armored soldiers.

"Stop, what people! Don't you know that you are not allowed to approach His Majesty the King without being informed, do you want to commit treason! ”

Charles squinted his eyes at the officer who spoke, and said a little angrily: "Mr. Charles, you are too vindictive!" Didn't I offend you because I didn't know about your aristocratic habits of fighting at the time, and you wouldn't have given me such a big hat! ”

The man listened to his words but was not annoyed, but smiled a little shyly, stretched out his hand and took off the helmet on his head, revealing a young and handsome face. It turned out that this person was none other than the knight captain of the Praetorian Guard who had fought with the Shire at the athletic tournament in Djerkhara. Richman.

"Heh, I'm kidding you. Actually, I don't hold a grudge against you for beating me in the ring last time, but if you had a chance next time, you wouldn't be so lucky, and I would definitely beat you! “

With that, he jumped off the chestnut hunting horse on which he was riding, and as he walked towards the Charles, he muttered, "In fact, from that day on, I really thought you were a rare and very interesting character. Maybe we can be friends! Haha, Mr. Charles, when the war is over, we need to have a drink so that you can see how much we Rhodoks drink! “

Charles sensed his kindness, and though he was a little surprised, and didn't understand why he did it, he tried to show enough enthusiasm to shake his hand amicably, and agreed to go to the tavern to compare the amount of wine after the war was over.

After a brief exchange, Charles was let in by the guards and went to his lord for revenge. His men, on the other hand, were kept aside by the rules and not allowed to pass.

Although Charles had seen a lot of great people in his daily life and at the banquets of Djerkhara, he also had a certain understanding of the true face of these so-called noble nobles, and thus developed a contempt and even contempt for them, believing that they were no better than the drunks on the street. But despite this, this was the first time he had faced the king of the same country, so it was inevitable that he was a little daunted.

After stepping up a short stone staircase, Charles finally calmed down his nervous mood and made his way to the king. After respectfully saluting the bigwigs on the stage, he said flatteringly to the king

"Salute to you, His Majesty the great and valiant King, the only legitimate King of Calradia, may your glory shine in every corner of Calradia, and may your military luck endure forever!"

King Griffos was interrupted by Charles's voice, and looked at him with some surprise, really not knowing where this stranger came from, but still said patiently: "Haha, thank you, sir, and I wish you eternal martial luck." So, now can you tell me, who are you? ”

When Charles heard his question, he hurriedly made an excited look, and saluted again to Count Atlas, who was standing on the side, and said, "Your Majesty, I am a baron under Count Atlas of Djerkara, and I have just been ordered by my lord to assist the security forces in maintaining order in the barracks, and now I am here to report my order. ”

King Graves let out a sudden sigh of realization, stopped talking to Charles, and turned his gaze back in the direction of the barracks.

Count Atlas smiled and nodded at Charles, and after a few words of encouragement, he let him go.

Outside, Lucius and Joseph were waiting for Charles there, and when they saw him come out, they hurriedly surrounded him.

"Your Excellency, have you seen His Majesty? Did he tell you anything? ”

"Yes, yes, tell us, my lord!"

Charles glanced at them with a smile and said teasingly: "Your Majesty said, let you slackers hurry up and pack your things, we are leaving!" ”

After speaking, they walked towards the camp belonging to them at the edge of the barracks without looking back, and secretly thought as they walked: "Finally, I will definitely get you for wealth, glory and status!" Wait! ”