The morning of the eighth day came.

Under the king's orders, the remaining units in the city of Saint-Sunil were quickly organized to carry out the first counterattack to date.

The troops ordered to set off were divided into two groups, one was the royal knights loyal to the king, and the other was a mixed knight group composed of the children and private soldiers of the nobles of the royal capital.

The number of the Royal Knights is scarce, and the number of survivors who still have combat strength is only forty percent of the original, they are draped in scarred armor, and the blood stains on their weapons have not even had time to be wiped off, they are like a group of rust-colored war sculptures, silently crossing the city gate, murderous and restrained but orderly.

Compared with them, the other team is noisy and flamboyant, a variety of colorful flags fluttering over this team, wearing bright armor, the noble knights with ruddy faces riding on tall horses, it is like a costumed troupe, blowing and beating all the way, lively and extraordinary, and between the different flags of the team, you can also see the heraldic flags inlaid with colorful lace fluttering high, which is a means of showing off the nobles' pro-conquest -

Of course, they had to show off, because the next "battle" would be an almost risk-free performance, just like the hunt every autumn and winter, when a man of illustrious background would hunt a group of beasts that had been cornered under the strict escort of the knights, and no matter what the process was, as long as the arrow was finally inserted into the beast, the person who drew the bow and shot the arrow would win the name of "bravery", and now, they were going to take the name of "bravery".

After all, speculators know their own stains, especially those who were ready to transfer their possessions and swear allegiance only before the king's coronation, and they desperately need some "results" to decorate their façade.

This result is not for the king, but for Gawain? Archduke Cecil watched.

It was a duke with great achievements, and at this moment he turned the tide by force, such a duke will inevitably pay attention to the performance of all parties in the previous battle to defend the city after entering the royal capital, so accumulating some military exploits for himself in time is to accumulate resources in the next political investment - anyone with vision can see that the situation in Ansu will be completely reshuffled after the end of this war, the east and north will decline, and even the west will be broken, only the south is the real winner, It's just like the Wild family who took control of Ansu in the name of "regent" after the end of the Foggy Moon civil strife a hundred years ago.

And as for the king...... Poor king, his kingship is probably in Gawain? The Duke of Cecil will reach the end of the city the moment he enters the city.

Count Urrel, a nobleman of the royal capital who was dressed up, raised his head and looked back, looking at the royal flag fluttering on the tall walls of Saint-Sunil, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh in an aria rich in the characteristics of northern high society: "It's really pitiful, the king has only been free for eight days." ”

The other chimed in: "Yes, broke free of Wilde and ushered in Cecil...... Who would have thought of this a few years ago? ”

Count Urrell smiled reservedly: "I have purchased a large number of alchemy potions and magic guide weapons in the south, as his important customer, presumably Gawain?" Archduke Cecil has some impressions of me. ”

"Of course, my friend, your investment vision has always been admirable......"

……

Welsh stood on the rampart and watched the costumed procession march in the direction of the "Raven Terrace", without saying a word for a long time.

Duke Bedwin's voice rang out on the side: "Your Majesty. ”

"Look, what a glamorous team," Welsh looked up and pointed his chin at the advancing team, "the armor is brand new, the horses are unscarred, and the banners look as if they have just been taken out of the storehouse." Bai Dewenqing, where did you say they were hiding before? ”

“…… Hidden in the filthy bowels of those people. ”

Wales turned his head in surprise and said, "...... You're a curser. ”

"Only when necessary," said the Archduke Bodewen, faintly, "more than that, Your Majesty, are you sure that your choice is necessary?" ”

"I have seen with my own eyes the efforts of you and the Archduke Victoria, the opposition and division between reformers and conservatives, how the lords have increased their wealth and encroached on the arable land of the freedmen, and how the so-called 'factory reform' has become a new pretext for enclosure and further displacement of civilians. I know all the rules of the upper classes of this kingdom, and in this rule I have discovered a truth......"

Bai Dewen quietly looked at the king in front of him.

"Our reforms have not succeeded because we have not given up enough, and the prosperity and strength that Ansu wants is not at the negotiating table."

After saying this, Wales suddenly laughed: "And I'm really curious, what kind of choice the founding hero would make in the face of such a problem, and I set up such a stage, can I make him feel helpless once......"

……

The sound of artillery fire from the No. 2 heights gradually subsided, and in the command post, information about the battle situation on the front line was constantly gathered in front of Gawain.

Overall, the battle situation is developing according to the predetermined plan, and when those crystal giants become frenzied monsters, the things that Cecil's legion has to consider have become a little simpler - monsters that lack command and tactics naturally lack change, and the formulated tactics can basically conform to the deduction as long as there are no major mistakes, and as commanders and soldiers at all levels become more and more accustomed to this battlefield, the situation can be said to be no longer a major change.

Above the magic net terminal next to the map table, a bust of Philip is floating on the holographic projection: "...... Already close to the cloister of the valley, we will be in the Saint-Sunil area as soon as tomorrow......"

"Very good," Gawain nodded with satisfaction, and there was no lack of approval in his tone - the original time of convergence was actually three days later, but the main ground force led by Philip was forced forward by two days, which further ensured that the balance of the battle was tilted in favor of his side, "But how can you be so fast?" ”

"The enemy's counterattack was smaller than expected, and it seems that a large number of monsters that were originally roaming the central plains have been drawn to the Saint-Sunil area," Philip explained, "but you can rest assured that we still have enough firepower along the way." ”

Gawain nodded, then exchanged a few more words of information about the battle situation with Philip, and then ended the communication.

The north-south blockade is finally about to close.

He exhaled slightly, feeling a little relaxed in his heart, and then turned his head, wanting to discuss with Victoria beside him about the next arrangements for entering the royal capital, but before he could speak, he heard Amber's voice coming from not far away:

"You said you were the messenger of the letter, you were the messenger - you are still invisible to send the letter, you are still invisible to your ability?!"

Gawain looked up with some curiosity, and saw Amber dragging a man towards him, and the one she was holding by the arm with an embarrassed face was a young man in black light leather armor with a somewhat familiar face.

Victoria, who was standing next to her, recognized the man's identity at first glance: "Dark crow? ”

Gawain suddenly remembered the identity of the other party - this is an old friend.

A royal shadow guard who can't whirlwind slash with a two-handed greatsword.

"I caught him outside the camp, he sneaked up and kicked him out of the Shadows," Amber said as she pushed the Raven towards Gawain, tilting her head crossed, "He said he was here to deliver the letter." ”

"Raven, what are you sending a letter for?" Victoria immediately frowned and asked the royal shadow guard in front of her.

The Raven first glanced at Victoria, then helplessly at Amber next to him, and finally bowed his head in front of Gawain and said respectfully, "I have a handwritten letter from the king, give it to Gawain?" Duke of Cecil. ”

As he spoke, the royal shadow guard took out a letter from his personal body and handed it to Gawain in front of him.

Gawain took the letter with the fire paint seal of the Ansu royal family, curious about what was inside—although the southern battlefield of Saint-Sunil had basically been cleared at this moment, it was still not a simple matter for a royal shadow guard to cross the war zone alone to come to the camp of the Cecil, what kind of emergency did the new king of Ansu need to contact him in this way?

He opened the letter and saw that it contained only a simple sentence:

"The Raven Terrace has been corrupted and contaminated, and the Duke of Cecil is asked to help clean it up - Wales? Moen. ”

Gawain's gaze froze, and after a few seconds of silence, he slowly put down the letter and looked at the royal shadow guard in front of him: "What else did your king tell you?" ”

"He has a word to convey to you, 'The Raven repeats Wales? Moen's words, "He said he had put a ball of thread there. ”

“……”

Victoria saw the letter and heard the Raven's words, she didn't know what the "thread" meant, but by guess and intuition, she was vaguely aware of what Wales was doing.

She suddenly looked at Gawain: "Duke Cecil......"

"Your king has a problem for me." Gawain sighed softly and glanced at the letter in his hand again.

The letter didn't have a seal of "burn after reading", it still lay neatly in Gawain's hand, and every word on it was clear and sharp.

It's a conundrum, and perhaps at the same time an observation, behind this thin piece of letter, Gawain seems to see Wales? Moen's eyes.

Those eyes were full of scrutiny.

Amber also saw the contents of the letter, and after a moment of reaction, the goose let out an exclamation, "...... . ”

Then she said, "Be careful, this may be a conspiracy, he lied to you, what do you call it...... Borrow a knife or something......"

"Actually, I don't mind if it's a conspiracy," Gawain looked at Amber, "but I do need to make sure about the Raven Mesa - to inform Gina and get her off the air." ”

Then he looked at Victoria, who looked complicated: "Let's wait here." ”

They didn't have to wait long, and aerial reconnaissance footage from the Griffin Knight was quickly transmitted to the command post.

Armored griffons skim over the Raven Terrace, and a brightly colored banner and emblem dance in the wind.

Gawain and Victoria stood in front of the Magic Net Terminal, looking at the hologram presented on it, Gawain asked softly, "Do you know?" ”

In a trance, Victoria seemed to have returned to her girlhood again, and once again felt the tension and fear that she only had when she stood beside her father, and Gawain felt a heavy pressure with a short question, and she couldn't help but take a soft breath before replying, "Yes." ”

"What's your rating?"

“…… Duke Cecil, you're making a terrible decision, and it's going to ......"

Gawain just calmly repeated his question: "What's your evaluation?" ”

Victoria's mind suddenly reappeared in the scene she had recalled not long ago, the question her father had asked herself:

“…… What should you do if pruning, fertilizing, watering, and applying pesticides don't work? ”

She closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened them again, the cold ice and snow Grand Duke seemed to be back.

"It should all be shoveled."

"Good."

Gawain nodded, turning to the nearby commander.

"The Raven Terrace is polluted, purify it."

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