"Come in, Charlie."

The knock on the door fell, and before the butler could speak, the old man's words were heard in the study. As an eighth-level combat position, even if he is a pampered viscount, he still has this perception.

"Lord Charlie, please."

The housekeeper didn't say anything more, and immediately opened the door gently, bowed down and invited the other party in.

Following the Sanctuary into the study, Claudia saw an old nobleman in fine clothes sitting behind a large wooden desk. However, instead of a book manuscript, there was a huge sand table on the table. In the center of the sand table is a miniature model of Windsor Castle, surrounded by black chess pieces representing demons in different distributions. Among them, a demon chess piece carved from obsidian stands near the castle, which is particularly delicate and delicate. Needless to say, Claudia understood that it represented the Great Demon.

"Oh? This is the messenger sent by Morty's boy? A high-level bloodline? ”

Seeing the Blood Earl walking behind Charlie, Viscount Salk's eyes immediately froze, and at the same time, the aura around his body unconsciously shook, which was obviously the habitual vigilance of human veterans when they saw the undead race. However, with the presence of the Holy Church, even if a Blood Marquis was present, it would not be pleasing either, so the old man quickly calmed down again.

"Yes, my lord, she holds Moriarty's letters, and has his saber for letters." Charlie walked straight to the Viscount's side and stood still, leaving Claudia to confront the old man.

"How did Morty get involved with Dejia's undead miscellaneous again?" Frowning and looking at the little girl with a restrained breath, the old man seemed to dislike it. After all. Normal humans don't like vampires.

"Who knows, but she says she's Moriarty's pet." Charlie shrugged without any grace, but his gaze swept back and forth over a row of wine racks on the side wall of the study.

"Demon pet!?" The Viscount immediately let out a low cry of surprise.

If it is said that the Blood Earl on the other side is a "foreign aid thug" hired by Moriarty with a high salary, the old man still believes it; But if you want to say that it's a magic pet, this... Could it be that this high-level vampire has some mental illness, or a masochistic fetish?

"I'm just swearing to surrender to Moriarty for a hundred years."

Claudia naturally saw the strange meaning in the viscount's eyes, and did not dare to refute it with her strengths, it was worth debunking herself quite "ostrich" that the identity of her demon pet was actually "quite limited".

"Yes, I see." After all, the other party is a Blood Earl, and he is even higher than himself according to his professional level. So the old man was still graciously not too nonsense: "Give me Moty's letter." By the way, and the magic sword. ”

"Yes."

Claudia didn't bother to be wordy, so she put the letters and tokens on the edge of the desk, and then quickly returned to their original places without suspicion.

Forthwith. The old man leaned out. The letter was not immediately accessed. Instead, he took the silver sword in his hand first. Then he drew the blade of his sword, examined it for a moment, and stabbed it a few more times. Only then did he return the sword to the sheath with satisfaction, and... Naturally, he hung the magic sword on his belt. Seeing this, Charlie just smiled inexplicably, and the Earl of Blood was stunned by the old man's "directness".

Finally got this favorite magic sword in his hand, and the viscount was immediately in a good mood, and even looked at the blood earl in front of him a lot more pleasing to the eye. Next, he took Moriarty's handwritten letter, broke the seal of vermilion cement, and read it carefully.

But a page of stationery, the old man read it for ten minutes. The original smiling expression gradually returned to a stiffness.

"You can take a look too."

After a moment of contemplation, Viscount Salk handed the letter to the nearby Sanctuary. Charlie took it casually, but it was ten lines at a glance.

"What do you think?"

Charlie was originally the old man's confidant, and now he has been promoted to the extreme, and the weight is even different, so this important military matter naturally needs to refer to his opinion.

"I think it's good."

But Charlie just said a simple sentence, and then handed back the letter, and said nothing.

And the old man was naturally familiar with the temper of the general, and immediately smiled.

"I know what Your Excellency Moriarty means, so you can bring me a message back." Raising his head, Viscount Salk looked back at Claudia.

"Please."

"We sincerely welcome the Olympus Legion to Windsor Castle, and I, the Salk family, will be ready to do so." The old man stood up and made a loud noise.

"Yes."

The Blood Earl's eyes moved, and it seemed that the other party had agreed to the plan of the two sides to jointly attack the Demon Heavy Loading Group.

However, after receiving the message, Claudia was not ready to return immediately, at least the silver magic sword that had been hung on the old man's body was not yet available.

"I'll leave this one here, anyway, your master is a genius alchemist, and it's not a small thing of one or two."

Seeing the other party's gaze, the viscount smiled without mind and said casually. And a three-star alchemy equipment with a market price of nearly 10,000 gold suddenly turned into a vegetable radish in the old man's mouth, and it was not hot to use, which was extremely natural.

In this regard, the Earl of Blood couldn't help but slander, but he didn't say more.

"Charlie, you send it out first."

Seeing that the other party had nothing more to say, the viscount waved his hand to see off the guest. Immediately, the Sanctuary accompanied the Blood Earl out of the study.

Outside, the second-level butler was still on duty. The cloister farther away was still dim and quiet, and the hall where there had been a meeting was now empty.

"When I go back, remember to tell Sù Moriarty, there are a lot of demons gathered in front of Windsor Castle. And the Salk family has defended the city so far, and most of the soldiers are tired, so once the war starts, Olympus will definitely withstand the early attack of the demon army. And our most elite Windsor Knights can only deliver the heaviest blow to the enemy if they attack at the most critical time. ”

As he walked slowly, Charlie explained some details to Claudia in a deep voice. Even if the viscount didn't say it explicitly just now, as an important general of the Salk family's legion, he naturally had a judgment on the key situation of the battle.

It's just that, according to the battle arrangement that Charlie said, it is indeed a bit difficult for Olympus. Because unlike Salk, which has a strong city to hold, Olympus is a real out-of-town field battle, which needs to withstand the frontal impact of thousands of demons on the plains, and the difficulty and risk can be imagined.

But on the other hand, the hundreds of warriors in Windsor Castle are indeed tired from a long battle, and they will never be able to compete with the powerful demon army. And the Knights, which have been preserved to this day and are incomparably precious, are even more unlikely to be used as useless redemptions in positional warfare. Therefore, taking into account the entire battle pattern, only by relying on Olympus to first drag the onslaught of the Demon Legion, at least to consume its sharpness and let the other party show its flaws, can the Windsor Knights smash the Yellow Dragon in one go. Otherwise, if Olympus is overwhelmed by the task or is overwhelmed by the demon army, the battle will definitely be lost, and it will be impossible for Salk to take the initiative to rescue the friendly forces.

Therefore, it can be said that seventy percent of the pressure of the Windsor Castle strategic battle is on the shoulders of Olympus. Only by truly standing still can it be possible to win this crucial battle.

"I'll take your words back with me." The Blood Earl is not good at military strategy, so he is willing to be a mouthpiece with self-knowledge.

"Good." The Sanctuary nodded, and said, "As for the Demon Extreme Dao, don't worry about Moti, I will naturally take care of it." Of course, if he is interested, he might as well stand up and fight the big demon. He killed one last time, and he might be able to get it this time, haha! ”

"What!? He's killed the Extreme Dao!? Hearing this, Count Blood was immediately surprised, obviously not aware of Olympus's glorious achievements.

"Go back and ask for yourself." The Templar was too lazy to speak.

Soon, the two walked out of the inner fort.

"If you come back next time, remember to go through the front door."

Finally, after a meaningful look at the undead alien in front of him, Charlie turned and went back. Claudia, on the other hand, looked at the back of the Sanctuary and stood still for a long time, before disappearing silently for a while.

Meanwhile, in the Viscount's study, Martiel was sitting behind her desk reading Moriarty's handwritten letter. The old man, on the other hand, held a piece of sepiolite pipe and a piece of suede, carefully wiping his newly arrived magic sword.

"Father, are you really going to have a strategic decisive battle in three days?"

Putting down the letter, Matiel's expression was cloudy. Even if the two families of Rhine and Windsor are combined, the opponent is a large heavy army with a big demon in charge, and the situation is not advantageous.

"Worried?" Without looking up, the viscount continued to play with the silver dagger and smiled with a pun.

"Some." Salk Pearl should be calmly.

"Hehe, you, don't worry too much. Morti is now a strong soldier, and his men are as strong as a cloud. You haven't seen the scene just now, even the dignified Earl of Dejia's blood has been taken as a demon pet, and there is nothing he can't do. As if hearing his daughter's heavy thoughts, the viscount sighed secretly, put down the short sword in his hand, and walked to Matiel's side.

"Father, what are our odds?" Looking at the Viscount with a loving face, Matiel hesitated for a moment, and finally asked directly.

"It's up to Rheinberg." The old man was silent for a moment and said solemnly.

"Look at Modty?"

"Yes." The viscount nodded: "In the battle in the coming day, if Olympus can face the demonic attack and hold the position for ten minutes, we have a three-percent chance of winning; Hold on for 30 minutes, and the odds of winning will increase to 50%; If you can hold on to it for half a day, then our human alliance will win! ”

"But what if you can't hold it?" Without thinking about it, Matiel almost blurted out.

"If you can't hold on, hehe, with the many strong guards under your command, it shouldn't be a problem for Morty's kid to escape back to Rhineberg safely. However, after that, the demons in Kent will regain their absolute advantage, whether it is Windsor, Rhine, Art, or Merriren, they will no longer have the power to take the initiative, so they can only defend themselves, and at the same time hope that the reinforcements from Standwell will arrive before the castle is breached by the demons. But even so, from now on, the royal family's hand will reach into the county, and Kent will never be at peace. ”

After speaking, the old man couldn't help but sigh lightly, and the melancholy in his eyes was slightly revealed, but it quickly disappeared.

And just when Windsor Castle was also under pressure, the Blood Earl on the way back was inexplicably blocked by the demon. (To be continued......)