"I don't agree!"

Kay was the first to stand up, denying Ranmarlock's proposal. Although this proposal could achieve the goal of defeating the Saxons, the cost was too great. Moreover, the enemy's strength has not yet been determined, so a blind attack will only usher in death.

"I don't propose this plan either------"

"Don't propose -----"

Many of the knights present expressed their vetoes. The tent fell silent again, and the crowd looked at the portrait of the Saxon king in contemplation.

Now, the enemy is in the dark, and we are in the light. Our troops, the Saxons, know everything about their forces, but we don't know anything about the Saxons' deployment. How many troops did they have in the city, and how many were scattered? Whether they have evacuated, or are they holding on to the city. No one knows the exact situation.

"Kai, is there any news from the outpost you sent to Grand City?"

Artoria saw that everyone didn't speak, and that there was no suitable way for everyone to take down Gran, so she asked Kai for specific information about Gran City.

"----I'm sorry, king, but none of the men sent to Gran have returned----- --------"

Hearing Artoria's inquiry, Kai hesitated for a moment and said the unfortunate news

"--- may God bless them-----"

Everyone prayed to the soldiers who might have left, that they would be safe and sound. Although the probability is not high, everyone understands it in their hearts------

"King! Otherwise, we will cut off the river upstream, and the Saxons will lose their water supply. After a while, because the Saxons, who are seriously dehydrated, will obediently surrender! ------”

Gawain suddenly thought of a plan, stood up and proposed to everyone

"Yes! That's a good idea! It's night, and no one can do such a project in the dark, so I'll leave it to you early tomorrow morning! ”

Artoria heard Gawain's proposal, thought about it for a while, and decided that Gawain, the proposer of the proposal, would build a dam tomorrow morning to block the river.

Gradually, the atmosphere in the tent eased, and the assault could be victorious, but the cost was too great. It wasn't that everyone hadn't thought of other methods, but out of the spirit of knighthood, they didn't say it, such as setting fire to the city and throwing poison into the city's water sources----- which were good ways to easily kill the enemy. No one said it, no one wanted to do it, everyone knew that it was a violation of the oath they had made to their sword. Fortunately, Gawain's proposal made everyone no longer have to worry about the future battle, and the solemn camp tent became relaxed. However, Qing still stared at the portrait and pondered, unmoved by everything around him. Fate is always so fond of jokes.

"Qing, are you alright? ------”

Artoria felt a little uneasy when she saw that Qing, who had been in the same position since Kai took out the portrait

"-----I'm sorry---- this --- I know---- and we've fought together----"

"What do you say! You know this guy!! He was once a comrade-in-arms?!! ”

Extremely disgusted with the intruder Ranmarok, he couldn't hold back his temper. Walked up to Qing, grabbed Qing's armor, and asked

"I'm sorry, yes. It was I who personally pushed him to this place, and the invasion of the Saxons may have been caused by me-----"

Qing was grabbed by Ranmaroke's armor, and did not deny his words, as a knight, he should treat his friends sincerely. And he also said something that shocked everyone!

【Rub-rub-rub-rub-】

The knights present, except for Artoria, Kai, and Percival, drew their swords from their waists and pointed them at Qing. In the eyes of everyone, Qing is now a traitor, a spy of the Saxons

"Silence! Put away all the swords for me! That's an order!!! ”

Seeing the sudden tension in the tent, Artoria, as king, ordered everyone to refrain from attacking each other

"Can you tell me about that? Green -----"

"Yes! -----”

Qing replied. Gently patted the side and still refused to take back the sword, and had already put the sword on the green neck of Ranma Lock. Then he picked up the overturned chair and sat down.

"If memory serves, Dougil Carman Scarle is a friend I met from my travels three years ago------"

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[3 years ago]

【Niedersaxony】

"Stop! Don't run! Hold it!!! ”

Along the way, I passed through many places on the road. Suddenly, a sloppy young man with a slightly curly brown face covered by his hair ran towards him

【Smack】

"I'm sorry! ---”

The man, after hitting the blue for a while. I apologized and ran away without looking back. Then a group of well-dressed soldiers came out, squeezed Qing away, and chased after the man

"Egger, I think I need to help that guy---"

"Lord, you want to save that man?"

"Yes! Yes. I could see the look in the eyes of the soldiers---- they were going to kill him----"

The current Qing, although he has made small achievements, has not yet reached the explosive strength improvement, and there is no problem in dealing with dozens of soldiers

"It seems that it can't stop for a while~ So, let's go-"

"Yes!"

After a simple exchange between Qing and Egger, Qing, whose knight's sense of justice exploded, always cares about something that cannot be seen

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"Ahh Ahhh Yes!! Ahhhh-----h

A terrible wail came from the woods, and Qing and Egger sped up to the place where they were screaming

"Please stop! Let this poor man go-----"

"This young lady, please get out of here, this is not the place for you to come"

The corners of Qing's eyes twitched, obviously he was a man, but he was always distressed by his appearance. So Qing didn't say anything, and with a light knife he stunned the soldier, and walked around all the soldiers at great speed, bringing them all down. It took only three seconds to come and go.

"The strength has improved! Green"

Egger encouraged behind Qing. In just three seconds, with bare hands, without bloodshed, defeating twenty well-trained soldiers is a lot of improvement from not long ago

"It's okay---- but it still feels a little slow----"

Qing and Iger spoke, and walked softly to the young man's side

"--Kill me----- please--- kill me----"

Intermittently, the sound came to Qing's ears from one to the other. It was a voice of utter despair, miserable, painful. Hopeless grief for the rest of life.

"Hey! Are you okay? ------------”