Vera Hill. Strass carefully looked at the young man in front of her, compared to Her Royal Highness the Princess, now she was interested in this person named Shiloh. Ian Gray's pastor was more interested. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the illustrious countess of Asterl, she succeeded her father, Durandal. The title of Count Strass and the title of Commander of the Third Legion, in addition to this, she also has the strength worthy of this title, but at the age of twenty-seven, she is already at the peak of gold, and the strength of the stigma is beginning to appear, but even if she wants to go alone to defeat the ice dragon entrenched in the Pamir Mountains, she has to think twice.

But the young man in front of him, together with Her Royal Highness the Princess, actually defeated the icy dragon with a mere bronze strength, although according to the words of the two, the archmage of the Trestan Fortress, Ryan. Elwin was able to strike first and inflict a heavy blow on the Ice Dragon, but even so, the result was surprising.

There was no need for Her Royal Highness to lie to her, and the priest who could defeat the Frozen Dragon by relying on tactics would be enough to get her attention, but before that, she needed to confirm a few things.

"You said you were the chaplain of the Fourth Legion?"

Verahill tapped the fingers of her right hand lightly on the tabletop, as if thinking about something.

"Yes."

It was not pleasant to be carefully examined by the Ranger General, but fortunately, Shiloh had dealt with this Lord Verahill several times in his previous life, and he was able to figure out the temper of the other party.

Don't talk superfluous nonsense, don't take superfluous actions, as long as you do this, at least you won't make the other person angry.

"In the royal capital before?"

"Well, that's right."

Shiloh recalled the corner of memory, which was called Shiloh. Ian Gray's youth spent his youth in the Royal Capital Church.

"Is Father Trenco well?"

As if asking, Vera Hill's eyes fell on the map, and she only peered into the expression on Shiloh's face.

"When I left the royal capital, he was in good health, often playing cards with my adoptive father, Father Bright, with only occasional coughs, and I hope that he will be well during this time."

Shiloh replied, sweating in his heart.

Father Trenco is not an old guy, but one of the main leaders of the Grand Church of the Royal Capital, specializing in the training of new priests, as long as the priests who come out of the royal capital, almost all will be guided by him, and Shiloh is one of the pastors who have been guided by Father Trenco.

As for Shiloh's adoptive father, Father Bright, although he seems to be unprofessional and has a lot of leisure time, judging from the attitude of other priests in his memory, it seems that he is not a small role.

Fortunately, Shiloh himself had nothing to hide, so he replied generously.

It seems that the other party is testing himself, should he be said to be a person who can achieve the position of the commander of the legion, even in the face of the people brought by Her Royal Highness the princess, he retains a cautious and skeptical attitude, which makes Shiloh not know whether to be happy or worried.

"Well, when I passed through the royal capital in the south, I met him once, and he is still healthy, and his cough is about to heal, you don't have to worry about ......"

To put it mildly, Vera Hill looked up at Shiloh.

"As for Father Bright, you say you are his adopted son?"

"Yes, I was originally an orphan and was adopted by Father Bright who traveled far away to get to where I am today."

Shiloh replied tremblingly, for fear that there would be some trouble between the general Strass and his adoptive father.

"I see, he's quite healthy, you can rest assured."

Verahill thought for a moment, then nodded slightly to Shiloh.

"Mr. Ian Grey, you have worked hard to take care of Her Royal Highness the Princess all the way."

It seemed that he had passed the test, and Shiloh could no longer see the initial vigilance and suspicion in Vera Hill's lilac pupils, but instead had a slight seriousness.

"It's my job."

Shiloh nodded slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Princess Eliefils sneaking a glance at him.

"Wellington, take Mr. Ian Grey to rest, and entertain him well, the princess and I still need to discuss the next battle."

Verahill waved her hand and ordered Viscount Wellington beside her.

Combat?

When Shiloh heard the word, he immediately thought of the original history of the game, and immediately had an idea.

"Wait a minute, General Strass, I have some ideas for the next battle."

Although he knew that rashly disobeying Verahir's orders might displease the other party, Shiloh would rather be reprimanded by the other party than to cause greater losses according to the original course of history.

"Mr. Ian Gray, you'd better go back ...... first"

Viscount Wellington knew his boss's temper and wanted to stop Hilohu, but the voice behind him made him stop.

"Wait."

Verahir said, silent for a moment, then spoke.

"Wellington, you go down first."

"Yes."

Without further ado, Viscount Wellington understood, and only gently patted Shiloh on the shoulder, and then withdrew from the big tent.

"Mr. Shiloh......"

Although Princess Eliephiles believed that Shiloh would not make such a slightly rude act for no reason, she did not know what kind of medicine was sold in his gourd, and her face showed a hesitant expression.

"Tell me what you think."

Verahir still had that cold expression, unable to read any tendentious attitude.

"First of all, if my inference is correct, General Strass, you want to lure the enemy deeper, let the Wendland army fall into passivity in the misty forest, and then let the rangers in the north contain and divide the enemy forces, and finally defeat the enemy from the front, right?"

Shiloh was methodical and eloquent, but in fact, he just retold the plan that Vela Hill had made at the beginning of the game of "Rainbow Verse".

"What's your reason for speculating?"

There was neither affirmation nor negation, but through Verahill's questioning, Shiloh knew that his conclusion was not wrong.

"According to what I saw in the camp before, the Third Legion, which had been in a guerrilla state, was gathering together at this moment, and the number of archers was obviously close to the number of regular formations, that is to say, now the Third Legion is gathering its own guerrilla forces and gathering the main force, so it should be a sign before preparing for a big battle."

As he spoke, Shiloh thought back to the details of the tactics in his mind.

"As for the containment and division, it is my assumption that the commander of the Eastern Front in Wendland is the bull Horace. Count Ekrio, whose legions are mostly composed of heavy cavalry, is invincible in frontal battles in the open plains, but not suitable for woodland combat, so it is the best strategy to take advantage of Astelle's flexibility and break them down one by one. ”

"Yes, it's kind of similar to what I thought."

Verahir bowed, her expression still calm.

"But I think there is a better way to crush Wendland's army with minimal losses."

Shiloh shifted his words, causing Vera Hill to raise an eyebrow.

"Interesting."

Vera Hill looked at Shiloh quietly, but there seemed to be a little more serious in her eyes.

"And if the commander were you, how would you devise tactics?"