"Escort these two guests to the safest place possible, and don't let them be murdered in the same way as the great Marquis de Dietré. ”

"My lord, where is the safest place?" said the upright Bourne, very seriously.

"Of course, it's a dungeon, and it's to be guarded all day, and they can't be left with anything that can harm them, such as weapons, knives, forks, ropes, etc., because if they die themselves, it will be an excuse for the Lucernes to wage war. ”

Charles sarcastically replied, ignoring the protests of McKinsey and Carmon, and asked his men who had just arrived to take them down.

"Huh?"

Seeing the two nobles being taken away by Bourne and the others in disbelief, the depression in Charles's heart eased a lot, and then he suddenly felt something, and turned his head to stare at his northwest.

"Boots, go over and have a look!"

The little tiger cat saw the direction pointed by Charles, and rushed to the northwest with a "whoop", and today the little guy successfully hunted a spiritual pet, which is the time when the fighting spirit is strong and eager to fight.

"My lord, is there anything wrong over there?"

Dewar, who had just replaced Brut as a personal knight, said to Charles a little shyly.

"Well, maybe there's a little one, maybe there's nothing!" Charles wasn't too sure, as he didn't perceive much danger. It's daylight, and it's not normal for a god like Helldorf to hide from the danger that Charles doesn't perceive.

"Lund, go over and take a look!"

Dewar immediately became vigilant, and turned his head to ask Lund to check it out.

Lund rolled his eyes at Dewar, a little unconvinced by Little Dewar's assigned tone, in terms of seniority and strength, Dewar is not much better than him, but Dewar is Charles's personal knight, he is the transcendent of the hunter system, and this kind of work should be done by him.

"Follow me!"

Lund beckoned several of his followers, followed the trail of the little tiger cat, and after running out of seven or eight miles, he found that the little tiger cat had successfully ended the battle, and proudly waited for Lund to clean up the battlefield.

A man in a gray cloak was shaking his calves on the ground, apparently at the hands of a tiger cat.

But Lund frowned, because there was a bloody telescope next to the man, and a small cage with the door open, and Lund, who had been an army scout, could tell at a glance that this was the cage that carried the Eagle of Xun.

Lund looked up at the sky, and a small black dot had faded into the distance.

"Bastards! ”

The little Eagle left the city of Nancy, and flew higher and higher to the north, its sturdy wings skimming through the mountains and forests and entering the territory of the Duchy of Lucerne.

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In the forests of the northern mountains of Lorraine, a wide road for three carriages winds its way through the valley from south to north through the mountainous terrain on the border of Lorraine.

This road was originally opened as a transportation route for troops during the Norman Empire to strengthen the rule of the empire, and later became a busy trade route with the mining of mineral deposits and the development of trade in the Lorraine region.

Although the Moselle River in Lorraine leads directly into the North Sea from Niland, many goods and caravans were not suitable for shipping, and they had to use this major road to travel from the coastal Niland region to the south of the mainland.

Today, there is a huge contingent of people who are not suitable for shipping on this main road, and the road that was originally very wide is congested.

Hundreds of sturdy knights rode tall horses and carried colorful banners at the front of the ranks, followed by an endless line of infantry.

However, with the exception of a few apparently formed infantry battalions, which appeared to be quite elite, most of the rest appeared to be improvised farmers and civilians.

Their clothes were thin and cowering, their expressions were gloomy and their faces were sad, and they didn't know whether they were afraid of the danger ahead or worried about their wives and children behind.

Moreover, it is the spring plowing season, and the family's fields are in urgent need of plowing and sowing, and if the grain harvest is not harvested due to the wrong farming time, it is as fatal as war.

Most of the land is noble, and the farmer has to pay a lot of taxes to the lord every year, and if he can't pay the grain at that time, the lord will not bear the loss caused by his own conscription, he will only let the farmer borrow money, or use his poor own land, house, or wife and children to pay off the debt.

Because of the drag of the infantry, the whole team marched very slowly in the mountains, and in two days it had advanced less than fifty miles, and it was still a hundred miles away from the border of Lorraine.

"Click!"

The sound of horses' hooves sounded from the north, and several knights with small red flags on their backs appeared on the other side of the road, galloping without slowing down, ignoring the crowd on the road, and seeing that they were about to rush into the crowd.

"Get out of the way! It's the Red Flag Messenger!"

"Be careful, watch a little!"

When several infantry leaders saw the red flag behind the knight, they hurriedly let their farmers dodge, and some of them scolded and smoked even after being short-sighted.

Even those proud knights could only curse secretly and dodge on both sides when they saw these knights planting flags behind their backs, and the rest of the infantry even hastily dodged the main road, lest they become unlucky ghosts who were killed by horses.

The Red Banner Messenger rushed all the way to a small slope on the side of the mountain road before coming to a halt, where a dozen inconspicuous knights and warriors had gathered, except for a black banner that stood out slightly.

"Captain Leclos, there's an urgent military order from Luxon City!" the Red Flag Courier jumped off his horse, didn't care to wipe the sweat from his face, and handed the letterhead in his hand to the sturdy man under the black banner.

Leclow is nearly forty years old, with a strong figure and a shallow scar on his face, which makes his whole person even more tough and resolute.

Lecro opened the letterhead and read it carefully, and his already not good-looking face immediately became even more gloomy.

He put the letterhead away, much to the surprise of his companions, with whom Leclow had previously shared information and never hid anything.

"Link, you go and challenge the best scouts, personally lead them around the Blue Mountain Pass, find out the latest movements of the Lorraine people as soon as possible, and you must send back the news of all the areas around the Blue Mountain Pass within three days!"

"Bypass the Blue Mountain Pass, Legion Lord, are we going to start attacking Lorraine? The Red Oak Legion hasn't been assembled yet, does the Duke want us Black Oak Legion to attack Lorraine alone?"

A young man next to him looked at Leclow in surprise, wondering why the always cautious Legion Elder was suddenly so impatient.

"Link, when did you learn to question my orders?"

"Link doesn't dare, I'll go to the Blue Mountains to pass the Legion Captain. ”

Leclow scolded Link away, and then he turned his head and glanced at the rest of the people around him, and ordered with a faint but majestic order: "Speed up the march immediately, we will reach the Blue Mountain Pass in three days." ”

Everyone left Lecro's side, and only the blonde youth got his hint to stay.

"Yalot, you take your soul winners, quietly patrol our army, collect all the signal eagles, and if you find any suspicious people, you will be executed immediately!"

The blonde young man named Yalot was very calm and said, "Uncle, is there a spy among us?"

Lecro nodded heavily, "The people of Lorraine already know our detailed plan of action, and have seized Earl McKinsey, and Lord Duke has begun to mobilize in full force. ”

"We're ...... this time Trouble, alas......."