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The night in the Misty Forest was silent and cold, and although the evergreen trees of the four seasons covered the earth, so that the howling cold wind would not blow directly on people's faces, the damp mist in the forest still seeped into the body through the clothes, so that the whole person was shrouded in cold touch, and could not sleep peacefully.

Shiloh sat alone by the campfire, holding a broken branch in his right hand, and from time to time flicking the quietly burning branch in the flames, while he watched the flickering flame and remained silent.

Around, the two soldiers on the night vigil were whispering in the dialect of the north, while the rest of the soldiers leaned together in twos and threes, weapons in hand, and snuggled up to each other in a deep sleep.

William and Luluen occupied one of the tents. Gerson and the soldiers of the Lark Mercenary Regiment were resting by a tree next to the tent, the stout man with his eyes slightly closed, one hand resting on his huge axe, seemingly ready to open his eyes for battle at any moment, and the bard Haas and the assassin Petra were exhausted from the simple treatment of their wounds, and were sleeping soundly against the trunk of the tree.

There was no movement in Verahill's tent, only a faint coercion came from inside, dispersing the wandering beasts in this night, Shiloh didn't know whether the Ranger General was asleep or not, after all, at her level, even if she was asleep, it had a full deterrent power, so that ordinary beasts did not dare to approach easily.

As for Princess Elifils's tent, Shiloh's gaze lingered on it for a moment, and then he returned to the campfire that was dancing in front of him.

It is now the end of the frost month of the year 265 of the Cangyue calendar, and there is still more than a month before the new year, and the last battle of Astel in memory is the month of the raven in 266, that is, nearly three months later, if it is late, there is still a lot to be done in three months, and if it is early, there are many things that cannot be accomplished in three months.

Shiloh recalled in his mind the movements of Wendland and Aster's army at this time in the game, and if his memory was not wrong, Durant on the Western Front of Wendland. Sidnia's army should be close to Lexington, who is fighting in the center. Salas converged, and the two would spend a month in the midst of intrigue to sweep through the remnants of Astel in the Mordred Plateau, before crossing the Swamp and advancing into the Bedwell Plains just after the New Year.

On the side of Aster, the Fourth Army was completely wiped out in the Battle of the Trestan Fortress, the Third Army fought against the Wendlan army in this misty forest, and after a small victory, it was forced to retreat under the pressure of other fronts, the Second Army had already been completely wiped out on the Western Front, the Fifth Army was stationed in Zedi, the Sixth Army was scattered on the Mordred Plateau, and the Seventh Army was moving to the royal capital from near the Eternal Night Forest in the west, and the First Army was sitting in the royal capital.

But Shiloh knew that if the status quo continued, Astor would be defeated.

In the history of the game, in the Battle of Bedwell Plains, Wendland took the capital of Astor almost at a fairly small cost, and defeated the first army that Astel was proud of.

At present, the aristocrats are intrigued, the internal friction is serious, the major legions have ghosts, and they don't want to lose their combat effectiveness, and even Vera Hill has reservations when sending troops, in the final analysis, it is the decline of royal power over the years.

It is ironic that Elifils' father, Arthra I, pursued a moderate policy, and although the lives of the common people improved, the major aristocratic forces also reaped a lot of benefits from it, and even openly disobeyed orders in the later stages of the war.

Shiloh's current plan is very simple, to help Verahir win the battle of the Mist Forest, retreat to the Zedi to join the Fifth Legion, if he can't clear the internal chaos, then Shiloh's idea is to support Princess Elifils, preserve most of Aster's strength, and drag the whole battle into a protracted war.

Wendland is in a hurry, the internal production capacity is not enough to support a long-term war, if it enters a protracted war, then Wendland is bound to weigh the cost of continuing to attack, and at that time, use the game of all parties to contain Wendland's invasion, this is Shiloh's current plan.

Combining the review of the players on the forum and his own analysis of the current situation, Shiloh continued to deliberate in his heart, immersed in his worries and plans for the future, and even the people around him were unaware.

"Aren't you sleeping, Mr. Shiloh?"

It's Princess Eliephis.

Her Royal Highness the Princess was draped in a gray blanket, her long pale blonde hair was tied up at will, her blue eyes were glowing with a layer of hazy mist under the moonlight, and Princess Elips, who had faded her uniform, was like a girl next door at this moment, she sat next to Shiloh, and the sound of squirming made Shiloh's chest slightly restless, but it quickly subsided.

"Well, later, what about you, Your Highness Alifils?"

Shiloh focused his attention on the bonfire in front of him, he had little experience in communicating with girls, let alone the princess of Asterle sitting next to him now, Shiloh and his two souls had longing for her princess, so it seemed too much to make him calm as usual in this situation.

"I can't sleep."

Princess Elyfils said, picking up a twig as well, flicking the flaming flames, raising a little spark and drifting away in the winter breeze.

"Mr. Shiloh, do you think I'm really fit to be a princess?"

In the face of Alysfers's sudden question, Shiloh has never considered this question, in his eyes, Elefils is a princess, in the previous life, he witnessed the transformation of this princess from a weak girl to a Valkyrie who led the army, so he was convinced, however, in this life, the girl in front of her had just experienced a setback, and at this time she was at the crossroads of fate, with nothing to rely on, and no independent strength in troubled times, she would feel hesitant, and it was natural that she would feel hesitant.

Of course, you are Her Royal Highness the Princess of Aster.

In this way, Shiloh did not say it, there is no difference between too rash praise and reprimand, he does not want Princess Eliefils to have too much burden, it may distort her life, but he can't bear these for Her Royal Highness, even if Shiloh is willing, the world will not agree.

"So does Her Highness Elifils think I'm fit to be a priest?"

After thinking for a moment, Shiloh asked Her Royal Highness the princess.

"Huh? Mr. Shiloh, you ......"

Princess Eliefils was silenced for a moment by this rhetorical question, and after thinking for a long time, she answered earnestly.

"I think that Mr. Shiloh, although you are adventurous and a little evil-minded, and seem to be more of a carefree adventurer, I still think that you are fit to be a priest."

"Why?"

Shiloh was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect Her Royal Highness to observe him so carefully, but thinking that it was Princess Eliefils after all, he nodded and continued to ask.

"Because I think Mr. Shiloh you, well, have faith in your heart."

Princess Eliefils said slowly, her side face in the mist was in a trance.

"Although it is not expressed in words, Mr. Shiloh must have a stronger faith in your heart than anyone else, so I think you are well suited to be a priest."

Shiloh was a little puzzled, he thought that he was not so devout to the goddess, and when it came to faith, he didn't seem to care about anything in particular, so he didn't know what Her Royal Highness was talking about.

However, that didn't stop him from saying what he said next.

"Well, so, just as His Highness Elifils thinks I'm fit to be a priest, that question from His Highness Alifils can be answered in the same way."

Shiloh paused, peeked at the expression on Her Royal Highness's face, and continued.

"What kind of person a person is depends not on who he is, but on what he wants to be and whether he puts in the effort to do it, well, that's my answer to that question."

Princess Elyfils was stunned when she heard Shiloh's words, and after a long time, she breathed a sigh of relief, and the expression on her face finally relaxed.

The gray breath drifted away in the winter evening breeze, and finally merged with the world.