When the remaining five lads heard this, they all fell to their knees crying, and begged Charles to let him take them with him.

Can you imagine your friends who grew up with you almost on their knees begging for you? At that moment, Charles almost relented. But he had told himself that he was the last man in the family, and that he had to endure what he did not want to bear.

Charles looked at them expressionlessly, and said in a tone that he himself felt frightened when he heard it: "Either stand on the wall now, or be killed by me now, you can choose for yourself."

They finally understood that it was impossible for the Charr to take them. Crying, they picked up the shoddy weapons in their hands and walked towards the castle gates.

Charles's old butler, one last glance at Charles, suddenly took a big stride in front of him, and reached out to caress Charles's forehead, which he had done often before his mother died, but then Charles would never allow him to do it again.

This time, though, Charles didn't dodge, letting his scarred hand caress his forehead.

He cried and said, "Let's go, let's go, go to the city of Rezk to find the Count to move the soldiers, we must not lose our home."

Charles nodded solemnly, he was finally relieved, he stretched out his right hand and pointed to the sky and said, "Live!" Be sure to live! Your mother is watching you from heaven! “

Charles didn't know how he had left Sebra that night, his mind had never been so messed up like that day, he didn't know where his old butler came from, he only knew that he was the most sincere person in the world besides his own parents, he only knew that this time he was really alone.

Charles rode his horse "Tempest", a beautiful big girl who was the fastest of all the horses in the castle, even though he had only four horses in all. They ran as fast as they could across the plains, as if only then could the pain and sorrow catch up with them and bury him.

Charles was willing to bet that there must have been a god protecting him that time, otherwise at their speed, any stone could kill him, but fortunately he still made it to Rezk.

As soon as Charles reached the gates, several guards stopped him and pulled him off his horse, pointing their swords at him as if he were the traitor lord of the north.

A man dressed as a squad leader walked up to Charles, he looked at Charles' face and asked, "Did we meet somewhere?" “

Charles looked at him, recalling it carefully, and finding that he didn't remember any of the people he knew, so he told him, "I'm the lord of Sebala, you may have seen me there, I've come here for a military briefing, let me in." “

The boy scrutinized the charr as if to verify that his clothes were worthy of him, and with a final wave of his hand, he let a soldier lead the charr towards the lord's castle.

The Charr used to call his home a castle, and in his eyes it was, but it was a ridiculous joke to Rezk.

The three-man wall was built next to a deep trench, and on the wooden drawbridge stood two soldiers wrapped in steel, who greeted the soldiers beside Charles, and then stared at Charles suspiciously.

Charles did not like the way they looked at him and the dismissive attitude, and he tried his best to straighten his chest, but he could not maintain what little aristocratic demeanor he had because of the night's travel, so he went to the castle to the sound of their laughter.

A man who looked like a butler looked at him and asked, "Is that why you want to see Pippin?" “

Although Charles was already furious at this moment, he replied as calmly as possible: "That's right, I have important military information. “

The butler glanced at Charles contemptuously and said nonchalantly, "Then you can wait, Lord Lord has an important guest." “

Charles could not bear the humiliation any longer, and he punched the butler in the self-righteous face, knocking him to the ground, and then stomped on his face, telling him loudly: "Listen, lowly fellow, I am the lord of Sebanra, the viscount of the Empire, and I now order you to move your ass at once, and tell your master, that I have something to report." “

The guards on the side were stunned, they had never seen anyone dare to treat the lord's butler so roughly here, but after hearing that Charles was a nobleman, they didn't dare to step forward to stop him, Charles felt almost right, so he let go of the guy.

The butler covered his face, hunched his waist, and hurried towards the back of the castle as if he were fleeing, not daring to say a word from beginning to end.

After a while, a man of about forty years of age appeared in front of Charles, and Charles understood from the cautious attitude of the people around him, this was Rezk's master, Count Pippin.

He came to Charles with a gloomy face, and greeted him with a smile, Charles knew that his actions had greatly caused his displeasure, but he didn't care about it at the moment. He hurriedly informed him of a series of things, such as the attack on his territory by the Northern Army and the need for support from the Rezk army.

Count Pippin gave Charles a funny look and said, "Respectfully, uh...... Viscount Colorella, do you have a token to prove your identity? “

Naturally, this Charles didn't have it, he could only excuse it and say that the Northern Army came suddenly, and he didn't have time to take the token away. Hearing this, Count Pippin looked at Charles with relief and said, "That will be difficult, I cannot send my army because of your words. If it is not proven, my rash action is irresponsible to myself, to my territory, and even more to the country. “

Seeing that he still wanted to shirk, Charles hurriedly said, "Spotted is not far from Rezk, you can send scouts." “

He waved his hand and interrupted Charles's next words: "I'll be honest, you can't prove that you are a nobleman of the Empire, and I don't know you at all, I can't convince myself to follow the advice of a stranger so hastily, let alone this stranger who has just beaten my servant with his extremely rude hands." But if you can find a nobleman who can vouch for you, I will definitely not say a word about sending troops at that time, and for now, you need to apologize to me for my rudeness. “

Charles didn't know if his face was ugly at that time, he could only feel his face burning, but he still had to bend down: "I'm sorry, honorable earl. “

The Count looked pleased with Charles' submission, waved him away, and with a dismissive attitude as if Charles were not a nobleman of the Empire but a groom.

And so Charles walked out of Rezk with great humiliation, he knew what he had to do now, he needed to find his sister.

Her husband, a baron, was perfectly qualified to vouch for himself, and if he found a guarantor, the Earl would have nothing to say.