January 14th.

Because of this sudden fire in the forest, the officials and security teams in the entire Silver Leaf Town were busy for a while, and the tax collector Cole, as a confidant of Earl Lambert, in addition to his work, also took on a lot of additional affairs at this time-

Of course, while he was busy, he had cursed all eighteen generations of Sask's ancestors at least a hundred times.

"The Earl will never spare that fellow."

When it was almost dusk, Cole met the emaciated Sheriff Peake in the town hall, and the conversation between the two went straight to the most important thing - the fire in the forest was effectively controlled, which made Cole feel relieved, but in the end, he made the above statement with hatred.

"Is there any news from the Earl?"

Pique was more concerned about the news from Ensada City.

"Nope."

"How is that possible?"

"I don't know."

Cole shook his head, from yesterday evening to this time today, for a whole day, there was no feedback from the city of Ensada - the carrier pigeon did not return, nor did he see the shadow of half a messenger, and Count Lambert did not seem to care in the slightest about the fire in the Silver Leaf Forest.

"The Earl has been preparing for war lately, and he may be too busy to care about it now."

Cole explained to Peake.

It's just that this reason is too far-fetched, and he doesn't have much confidence to believe it himself—Sask set a fire in the Silver Leaf Forest in order to stop Talen's knights, which is also part of the war, and he believes that the Earl will never turn a blind eye to it.

However, he did not know what was going on inside Ensada.

Nobody knows.

In addition to Anna, the woman who accompanied the Earl every day, as usual, got up from the bedroom in the morning and washed up, and then went to the study of the office—

The sun poured through the cross lattices of the square windows, and the smooth oak floors shone brightly, and the work of the maids in tidying up the study did not seem to dare to slack off at the moment, and the vases on the desks, bookcases, and wooden shelves were spotless, and on the brown-brick windowsill lay a pot of orchids with white flowers, and the narrow green leaves were a vivid green dripping with life.

Count Lambert met with his knights in his study, and by the 14th of January, the other two knights of the first order in the Ensada region, Matthew and Kenneth, had arrived at the lord's palace from their fiefdoms.

"Good day, Earl."

The two knights fell down on one knee and saluted, with a respectful attitude—

The families and lords of these two knights share honor and disgrace, but they don't have to worry about the slightest loyalty. "Count Lambert" sat down in the chair behind the desk, smiled, straightened his long legs comfortably in the space under the desk in a customary position, and nodded in response.

"Welcome, Matthew, Kenneth. The trumpets of war have sounded, and our enemies are from the fortress to the west. ”

"We have learned that the enemy is the Wolf family of the Tarun fortress."

"Whoever the enemy is, follow your will, Lord Earl."

The two knights unsurprisingly expressed absolute obedience to Count Lambert - the two mustaches combed carefully above the lips of "Count Lambert" were slightly upturned, and the corners of his mouth showed a satisfied smile.

"Good. Rodriguez had arrived in Ensada yesterday and had been ordered to take over the Rock Legion. Now, I have a new assignment for you. ”

"Please, Lord Count."

Matthew and Kenneth answered in unison.

"Rendezvous with my mercenaries and attack Tarun."

"Count Lambert" didn't care about the reaction of these two knights, his eyes couldn't help but narrow when he spoke, like a cat afraid of strong light, from the two thin slits, two sharp cold lights shot out, in a short moment, the air was a little colder-

I can't help but make people tremble all over the body, and it is creepy!

It was only at this time that the two knights finally remembered that Lord Earl himself had also had the strength of the first order of awakening. Could it be that a few years later, Lord Earl's strength has stepped into a higher level?

They seem to have found the answer in their hearts.

The voice of "Count Lambert" rang in his ears.

"The Lamberts will never allow anyone to encroach on their honor, so I'm going to teach those guys a profound lesson."

"But...... Lord Earl......"

Matthew looked up, he was the younger of the two knights, slender and graceful, and his broad, strong shoulders gave him a very beautiful knightly demeanor—

The Earl's meaning was very clear, "Attack Talen", but this order fell in his ears, and it smelled of hitting a stone with an egg.

Could it be that the Earl's mind is muddy, and he intends to bring shame upon himself?

Matthew was not afraid of fighting, but he was also in Nogo, and he knew the strength of the Lord of Taron very well, and although he, Kenneth, and Rodriguez were strong, they were still not strong enough to fight against those elite knights of Talon who were famous in the Northlands.

As for the "mercenaries under his command" mentioned by the Earl, he has automatically ignored them.

At this level of the lord's war, except for a few famous large mercenary groups in the kingdom, no mercenary organization can have the strength to influence such a war-

The war between the nobles is not a stack of manpower, but a competition of the truly strong. Matthew had this concern, so he couldn't help but become hesitant.

"Lord Earl, if you want to attack Tarun, I'm afraid our strength is not enough now."

Kenneth also voiced his opinion on the sidelines.

Although the loyalty of these knights can be trusted, they will not run to their deaths without brains - the two knights looked at the "Count Lambert" and saw that the smile on his face seemed to be stiffening, and fell silent for a moment.

"Anna, talk to them."

"Count Lambert" seemed to have a dry mouth from the excitement at this time, and he picked up the bottle he had at hand, poured himself half a glass of scarlet wine, and drank it all.

"Two knights, the strength of those mercenaries is trustworthy, they are a large mercenary group from Malvey. I think you've heard of the country of merchants and mercenaries, and the regular mercenaries in that place are generally not inferior to the soldiers. ”

The woman's figure came up to Matthew and Kenneth, and she said lightly as she pulled a stack of scrolls from her desk and handed them to the two knights.

"So, how many of them are there?"

Matthew took the paper, and without looking through it, he was almost sure that this was the information they needed, but he still asked carefully.

"A thousand."

Anna's answer was honest, and the number was also waterless.

The worried expressions of the two knights were suddenly relieved, and they looked at "Count Lambert" and nodded in agreement.