The statement he had heard from Ethanlien was something that Tyran had never thought of. He simply thought that the hostility between the Valley of the Hearth and the Abbey should not continue.

This hostility is, to be exact, only because of a misunderstanding that can be big or small. But what he didn't expect was that there was such a deep complication behind this.

"But without the support from Locke, how can our army and people survive?" Tyran was troubled by the situation he was facing.

In the recent undead invasion, the wheat planted in the fields was almost destroyed. The fruit trees around the city were also almost uprooted, and the leaves of those trees that were not damaged by the undead were eaten by hungry civilians.

Food replanting had already been arranged, but as the lord here, Tyran knew it wouldn't quench his thirst.

Just in recent days, the quota system has begun to be strictly enforced in the military.

This is a very dangerous sign, without food, the people of Hearthvalley will be dissatisfied, and when this dissatisfaction accumulates to a certain extent, it will change qualitatively.

This is something that every lord does not want to see.

If it weren't for the strict laws here, I believe the situation here would have been rotten.

This topic made the atmosphere of the room fall silent.

The population that the Hearthvale could carry was beyond its limits, and in order to control the population, they forcibly prevented the displaced people who came here from leaving. Now, this move has exacerbated the food shortage.

"I mean, let's détente with Locke and lift hostilities." Ethan Lien pondered, and he said slowly, "We don't talk about the Great Crusaders, only about our Crusaders, after all, we are all armies under the banner of the Holy Light. ”

"Will this work?" Tyran asked, confused, "Since they're gone, the Church of the Light has cut off contact with us. They don't even recognize us as members of the Church of Light. ”

"If you can't try it, at least I'm sure Locke will help us."

"The rest," Tyran picked up the draft of the speech on the side, and he looked down and said, "Since we want to ease relations with Locke, then some of our rules must be changed, otherwise Locke will not accept it." ”

Tyran didn't hear a reply for a while, and he looked up to see Ethanlyon's face twitching viciously, as if struggling.

"Mentor? Are you okay? ”

"Oh...", the expression on Ethan Lien's face quickly returned to its original state, and the original yellow face turned flushed.

"I... I'm in principle... Agree... Your decision... Decide! ”

After struggling to say these words, Ethan Lien stepped back with a tired face, "I'm sorry kid, I'm a little tired, maybe it's been too much... Anyway, see you tomorrow. ”

With that, Ethan Lion staggered out of the room and closed it casually.

Ethan Lion's strange scene made Tyran feel inexplicable, and he had the heart to catch up and ask, but looking at the speech in his hand, he had to put his heart on it...

"Hey, a lot of things have to be changed..."

Outside the castle, Ethanlyon's distorted face struggled in the night, sometimes determined, sometimes angry, sometimes hideous, sometimes anxious.

This went on for a long time, until Ethan Leon's face became serious again, and everything calmed down.

When Ethan Lien's rickety body returned to his abode, Dassault Khan, who had been lurking behind him, revealed his form from the corner.

"Is it a coincidence that this weak ant almost broke free of my grip again?" In the night, Dassault Khan's purple pupils glowed with a strange light, "No one can leave here, once you leave, it will be a lot of trouble to regain control." ”

"As for you—" Dassault Khan snorted coldly as his gaze fell on the castle of Madenhold in the distance.

As Ethan Lion said, he and Tyran have been in conflict lately.

Tyran was only respectful to Dassault Khan before he became the Grand Commander of the Crusaders. But on the second day after becoming the commander, he revealed his true thoughts.....

He overturned almost all the rules that Dassault Khan had set behind his back, especially what Dassault Khan could not accept. Go to Locke's New Crusader Formation Ceremony, where the focus is to prove that he is not a demon.

For those who have been deceived by him, this is a simple request that wants to be done. And for Banazal, it's almost a possible task.

The power of the Holy Light in the exorcism that he occupied had already been wasted by him in the previous days. How could he, a Dreadlord and the evil Nazrezm, be favored by the Light for so long?

A thing that is destined to be impossible.

And as a high-ranking demon, he can't tolerate this kind of near-humiliating practice!

The contradictions between him and Tyran are not limited to this, almost everything he wants to do, Tylan is against it! And began to take his position as a great commander and began to suppress him.

At several military meetings within the crusaders, Banazal barely had room to interject...

Now Banazar has to admit that he has lost his eyes. Tyran's long-term interaction with Ethanlion has made him subconsciously think that this is a pawn that is easier to control than Renault. That's why he's pushing Tyran to power...

Now, what Tyran has done has brought his conspiracy to the brink of exposure...

"Hmph, when my patience runs out, that's when I don't need you. Cherish your limited time, Mole Ant! Looking fiercely at the dark castle, Banazal turned away from the courtyard of Esenlien, he had more important things to do.

Now he is forced to come to the forefront, and he needs to rely on Dassault Khan's former connections to win over all those who believe in him. Replacing Tyran was already something he had to do.

By the time the sunlight poured in through the castle's skylight again, Tyran had already cleaned up. Served by the servants, Tyran, fully clothed and armoured, walked out of the castle gates.

The warm sunlight shone on his face, which lightened his excitement a little. In the distance, the sound of continuous banging in the main square was constantly heard, and it was the sound of people gathering.

The whispers of the people around me and the sound of walking kept coming. But the sound is no longer the lighthearted, rustic noise of the past. Instead, there is a cold and cruel decision.

Tyran took a deep breath and stepped out.

He never imagined that he would become the commander of the Crusaders, but when he became the Grand Commander, he learned that heroes are not so easy to be.

There were so many trade-offs for him to choose.

Walking briskly through the streets of Hearthplace, the people around him hurriedly got out of the way, and now the people were in awe and curiosity about him.

In awe, their lord became the supreme commander of this army, and they did not know if he would be as ruthless as the previous commander. It is curious what kind of decree their lord would issue today.

Tyran smiled all the way to the main square, which was already crowded. Adults, children, the elderly, women, and heavily armed soldiers to maintain order. But Tyran's eyes were still on the gallows a little in the middle of the square.

The scaffolding has been assembled, and someone is going to end his life here. Tyran figured that the thud he had just heard must have come from here.

But then he thought that he was going to give his own speech on it, and a haze suddenly rose in Tyran's heart.

Trying to drive out the bad emotions in his heart, Tyran tried to make a confident image, he didn't want to show any bad state in front of the people today.

When standing on the gallows, facing the crowd of people below him, Tyran only felt dizzy... He had never experienced anything like it.

In an instant, the speech was forgotten.

Just as Tyran's mind went blank, he saw Ethan Lien, who was standing at the edge of the square, smiling and encouraging at him.

That familiar face made him redeemed.

He knew in a split second what he was going to do.

"Citizens of Hearthvale, I'm sure you all know me, but I'd like to introduce myself. I am your lord, Tyran Fordin, and the Grand Commander of the Crusaders. ”

Everyone in the audience listened to him quietly, and Tyran suddenly figured it out. As he himself said, he was their lord, and it didn't matter if he said it well or badly.

The important thing is how to make your speech so that the citizens can regain their confidence!

That's the main reason for making this speech!

Tyran, who had found his target, was instantly relieved.

"Actually, when I first came up, I remembered what I was going to say," Tyran smiled self-deprecatingly at the people below, "but after seeing you, I forgot all the words..."

Then Tyran spread his hands helplessly, and the citizens below burst into a sound of good-natured laughter.

"I am thankful that I did not forget what I wanted to say today..."

"I know, I know you're going to believe me. In the same way, I believe in you. Tyran grew serious. But faith between us cannot change the dangerous situation we face today! ”

"Over the past few years, many things have happened to us in the Crusaders. To this end, we have issued a series of decrees. However, these decrees have brought infinite terror to all of us citizens. ”

"People are afraid to talk about our army as they used to be, for fear of being jailed."

"People are afraid to go deep into the woods, for fear of being purified by the plague. Any even slightly abnormal behavior could become a 'spy of the undead'"

"People are afraid to engage with people outside for fear of becoming... Spies of other lords, captured and imprisoned. ”

"Even at home, we don't dare to speak out to our loved ones."

These words of Tyran surprised everyone below! Even the most marginal Ethanlyon! These are all the decrees issued up to the time of Reynaud in previous years.

The crowd in the audience was in a stir, and they made a buzzing noise.

Despite his preparations, Ethan Lion didn't expect Tyran to speak so boldly...

"It's not all. Because of the deterioration of our diplomatic environment, our military began to fall into a crisis of being surrounded by enemies on all sides. We were slowly locked down in this valley. Because of the lockdown, our apples rot on the trees, and the excess wheat and vegetables grown in the fields have to be eaten by ourselves. Our cattle and sheep cannot be bought or sold, nor can our timber be sold to strangers. ”

"Then, for some reason, we were confined to our own residence. We can't leave this land, even if we're hungry. ”

"And this! It was all the result of a major mistake in diplomacy by our crusaders! ”

Tyran's words resonated with the citizens below, and many words that had been suppressed in their hearts for a long time were finally poked out, or their lord...

"Lord Fordin, what you said is what we want to say."

"My child! He just went to the woodland to find something to eat. When he came back, he broke his arm, and he was said to be a spy of the undead! ”

"It's like we're in a big prison, waiting to die!"

"I didn't feel any hope before!"

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