"Your Excellency, even if the delegates are in the city, they need to send a letter back to arrange the work. Since they are not in the realm, their subordinates will inevitably encounter critical events that can only be properly handled by the lord in the course of carrying out their orders. In this way, it will be more efficient to have the lord return to the realm first, and then receive your wise instructions through letters to personally direct and arrange all matters. Hajim explained, spreading his hands.

"You're totally farting!!" Walter was so angry that he crossed his hands on his hips and roared again: "Hajim, last night, that old ghost in Mandalay, united with a few city lords, left me to have a private meeting, and then let you be my chief assistant. And I, your immediate boss, didn't know until this morning?! ”

"Yes, Your Excellency, I visited you in the morning, and you approved of it." Hajim replied suspiciously.

"So, let me ask you, as my chief assistant, do you know that those bastards are going to escape back to the territory?!"

"No, Your Excellency, to be exact, I only know that the City Lord of Osville and the City Lord of Kolod have definite intentions to return."

"Then why didn't you tell me when you came to see me in the morning?!" Walter couldn't help but go berserk.

"Well, Your Excellency, you didn't ask me about it, and at the same time, I put the matter down to minor matters of little importance. In addition, the two city lords set off to return to the territory before I came to see you, and even if I reported it to you, it would be useless. ”

"So, why didn't you come to me last night?!"

"His subordinate had not yet officially taken office at that time, and he was only a small scribe in the city of Lotot, and he had no right to report anything to you, let alone important news about the itinerary of the lord of the kingdom, which was not in accordance with the law. In addition, it was very late at that time, and my subordinates thought that it was very rude to disturb your rest and occupy your precious sleep time. ”

"You!" Looking at the treacherous scribe with a sincere face, Walter only felt that he couldn't spit out in one breath, and his whole lungs were about to be blown up by this shameless little bureaucracy.

Eventually, Walter gave up on arguing with the other party and turned to leave the office.

Hajim waited for the other party to leave completely, then breathed a sigh of relief, sat back in his seat, and continued to busy.

Soon after, Walter arrived at the Lord's Mansion. After a number of posts, he met his childhood friend--- Mandalay. Feng. Ellier. Nisko, lord of Kleikin.

"Oh, my old man, you're slower than I expected~ Hmm, look at your angry look, tsk, choose Hajim, it's really the right person!" The old city lord, who was leaning on the chaise longue, laughed at Walter with a smile that could not be suppressed.

Seeing the bird-like appearance of his old friend, Walter's anger in his heart suddenly dissipated, and he said very weakly: "Old bastard! It's really you, you actually sent such a living treasure to deal with me! ”

Hearing that his friend admits defeat, the old city lord couldn't help it at all and laughed out loud. This heartfelt laughter made the old man a little out of control, and tears flowed out of his nose together.

The maniacal laughter lasted for five minutes, until the other party was completely quiet. Walter spoke in an extremely serious tone, "Old man, do you know what you're doing? Why are you on the side of those idiots? How hard did it take me to get them together? It took another whole afternoon for them to make up their minds to fight the tyrant together! As a result, everything I did lasted only one day! I'll never get a chance to integrate them again! You could have informed me, you could have stopped them! But why!? My old friend! What are you thinking!? ”

The old city lord quietly looked at his former childhood friend, and when the other party was furious, he spoke: "Old friend, I want to ask more, what are you thinking?" ”

"What?!"

"The Walter I knew. Morality. Lever. Forspo is no honor, no shame. Selfish and shameless, lewd but not lowly, able to do what ordinary people can't do, can endure what ordinary people can't. There is compassion, but there is no mercy, there is a moral bottom line, and he is indeed good at exploiting the loopholes of the law. You're such a scumbag, old friend, I don't believe you'll be reborn after decades of mixing up in the north. I know very well what you can't do, because I haven't been ... So, old friend, what are you thinking when you come back this time? What's next? ”

"I, I..." Walter was stunned for a moment and stammered, "What are you talking about?" Of course I am. . . Of course, I want to keep the southern forces, I don't want you, and others, to be guillotined by the tyrant! ”

"Come on, old fox!" The old city lord's face was full of disdain, "What the hell are you, you really don't know about me?" I had heard that there had been such a purge in the north, and I had concluded that you had left for another country and would never see you again in my life. As a result, you actually came to see me and asked me to send a letter and hold a meeting?! I almost thought I had met a clever liar! Put away your rhetoric, my old friend, what has happened to you? ”

Seeing that the other party still refused to speak, the old city lord sighed: "Old friend, we have been friends for decades, as long as you open your mouth, I will definitely help with all my might, why use the so-called righteousness to deceive me and all the southern lords?" What the hell are you planning?! ”

For a moment, Walter's heart was loosened, but when he thought that his family was still in the hands of those monsters, he could only resist the thought of asking for help.

"Nope! I just want to win, to live! Forget it, I don't count on you anymore. Leave! ”

"Old friend!" The old city lord called out to Walter, who turned to leave, "My time is short, I don't have long to live, are you going to wait until you and I go to hell before telling me the truth?!" ”

Walter didn't turn around, turned his back to the city lord, and replied seriously: "Mandalay, yes, we are both scum, but there is one thing you are mistaken. If one of us was going to hell, it would be me. ”

'Followers of Glory' Dracos. Darkcell, the current Demon King, looked at the soldiers around him who were camping and nodded with satisfaction. He said to one of his guards, "Go, get Xhosa." ”

The guards immediately took the order and set out, and Dracos also returned to the main tent.

Soon the 'magic dragon' Xhosa. The Moon Eater entered the main tent, knelt down on one knee and said, "Lord Demon King, I don't know what you command?" ”

"It's not a big deal, Xhosa, how are you doing?" Dracos motioned for the other to get up.

Xhosa stood up, "It's almost all right, oh, Lord Demon, how are your injuries?" ”

(Damn livestock, such a serious injury, it's only been a month?) The corners of the demon king's mouth were a little unnatural: "This little injury naturally won't kill me... Well, aside, how far are we from the city of Mako? ”

Kosa calculated for a while, and finally said in an uncertain tone: "There should be about a hundred miles, Lord Demon King, there are still three days, and you can get to 'Mako', hmm, do you want to rush to the king and enter the city a day early?" ”

"Hey~! The fighters are tired, and it doesn't matter if there is one more day or one less day. Well, let's just rest for a day, so that everyone can recuperate, so as not to make the old guys in the Senate laugh. ”

When Xhosa heard this, he was a little worried: "Lord Demon King, this dark expedition has not achieved much success, although it destroyed Dopot City and Simaika City, but it has not gained much, and the Axe Pass was occupied but ceded back to the humans due to the retreat, and the royal city was not attacked. Contrary to the results of the battle, the losses of this expedition were more than expected, half of them were lost, many of them were wounded, and even the Demon Commander Archaden, I fear that the Senate will impeach you. ”

"Let them go to impeachment! At most, I won't do it! Who loves the position of the demon king! Dracos became angry, "I've launched thirteen expeditions!" Several times they dragged their feet and led to failure, and a few times they simply cut off my food and grass in the middle of the battle! Not to mention that every expedition is a big victory, a small victory is finally counted, even the few times with the smallest results, it can't be regarded as a failure! That old thing with half a foot in the coffin! will only be behind the scenes, sourly shouting at me 'a hundred battles to win'! Bah, the whole Senate! It's all about probation! ”

Kossa looked around a little nervously, but fortunately there were no others around, which relieved him. He was a little embarrassed and defended: "No, Lord Demon King, you can't say that, it's not like this... At least not all. . . ”

"Uh-huh????!!" Dracos looked at Kossa in amazement.

"Uh, Lord Demon..." Xhosa quickly changed the subject, "There's a question I've been asking you next, I wonder if you can solve it?" ”

"Don't mother-in-law, Xhosa, a big man has to have a big man's Yazi, your tone reminds me of those eggless old things!"

"Okay, then I'll get straight to the point." "In the thirty-six years of your reign, except for the first six years, when you implemented policies, grasped production, and engaged in construction, in the next thirty years, you launched thirteen great expeditions, with the shortest two intervals, only six months apart. As your most loyal subordinate, I really can't understand why you send troops so frequently, although as you said, every great expedition can be said to be a victory, but the loss of the Demon Realm is not small, in terms of troops, at least three thousand, like this loss of tens of thousands of several times. So let your subordinates ask you, 'Is it all worth it?' ’”

Dracos was a little disappointed, Xhosa was his most loyal subordinate, even in the face of the brave who had gained divine power, he did not blink his brow and resisted with his life. But even he began to doubt him, which couldn't help but make Dracos, who was the Demon King, shake a little.

"It's not worth it, Xhosa." After saying that, the demon king sighed.

"We don't have time, Xhosa."