Beside the gates of the Grey Lion, the army that had gone to the rescue of the Hammer Leader was slowly passing through. Led by the Grand Knight of the Kingdom, Atticus, and Heather, known as the Hammer Rose, these soldiers will clear the Nezumi near the royal capital before turning to the Molten Iron City. Of course, these were not all the forces of the royal capital, and under the persuasion of Marcus and Atticus, the king had to leave three-quarters of his troops behind to defend against another attack by the nezumen. In fact, even in the ranks that followed the troops to the molten iron, there were many people who had just picked up arms, and they hurriedly joined the army after only a few days of training. This is a situation that the army of the blue lion will never allow in the past, and the lack of training of soldiers means loose discipline and low combat effectiveness, but at this time, everything is not a solution.

"So, your majesty is talking about bodyguards, you?" Although the already warmed weather would not allow the snow to remain for long, Marcus was still wrapped in a thick animal skin cloak. In order to hide his identity and prevent people from discovering that the important ministers of the kingdom had left the royal capital at this time, he had to put on a hood very reluctantly. It's not that Marcus hates losing his title, it's just that for his barely obese neck, taking off his hood is a hassle.

"We don't want to bring a drag bottle with us if we can, Lord Earl. Jack exaggerated the word "bottle", and it was clear that the wolfwalker had no affection for obese people. It's no surprise that although Jack's morality has changed since he became a werewolf, he has largely inherited the memories of the Frost Guardian, and there are no spare resources to support those who are too fat to move on their own at the foot of Dragonspine Mountain, where supplies are scarce.

The corners of Marcus's mouth twitched, and his pride as a nobleman told him that in order to preserve the dignity of his family, he should ask the other party for a duel. However, looking at the bags that Jack was carrying on his back, almost the size of two of his own, the Hand of the King dispelled the impulsive thought. Cheese also noticed the situation between the two at this time, and he walked up to Jack and patted the latter on the shoulder, signaling the other to stop. In any case, the supplies for their journey north were provided by King Sigget, and the cost was only a half-day detour to send Marcus to a nearby city.

Yes, heading north, to be precise, the mage's purpose is to return to Vale. Judging from the Lich's deathbed message, the broker did not want any changes to affect the spread of the disaster, so he ordered the destruction of the nezumi plague solution, cutting off the possibility of someone using it as an antidote. From this point of view, the mutant rats produced by the kingdom's chief apothecary are undoubtedly also a change, and their human memories and sanity and, most importantly, the ability to control ordinary rat people, are enough for them to play an unexpected role in the situation of this plague. In addition, the devil also mentions Gloria, the girl who stayed in Vale City as the spiritual leader of the mutant nezumi. These two points were enough to strengthen the mage's idea of returning to the Salon Realm.

Besides, there is a solution to this plague, isn't it? as long as Gloria and her ilk are allowed to control as many ordinary rat people as possible and restrain their movements, then for ordinary people, the disaster is already over. Cheese rubbed his eyebrows, why didn't he think about this earlier, he was too entangled in making an antidote, and ignored a more practical plan.

"What's wrong with you? and what's wrong with you?" asked Elsa with concern, remembering how ugly Cheese's face was when she was carried back to the colony two days ago. According to the witches, it was caused by him suppressing his vertigo for too long. "Nothing, just thinking about something. The mage shook his head and smiled, hoping it would reassure the other party. At this time, the sunlight was obscured by some shadows, and Mona pulled up to the side of several people in a carriage.

"I gotta say it's the best carriage I've ever seen. The female warrior patted the wooden beam under her seat rather excitedly, "But I'm afraid it won't be able to accompany us all the way." It's so heavy that a hole in the road can scrap it. "Well, that's a real problem. As far as I know, there are many roads in Montenegrin territory alone that would not be very friendly to this carriage. Not to mention that we're bound to encounter nezumi. Said a rider who had wrapped himself in his clothes, and on his horse hung a tightly wrapped tomahawk, which was also tightly wrapped. Behind the rider was a very young-looking woman, her immature face and smart attire showing a subtle sense of disobedience.

"Lord Lothar, if I were you, I would never think that this dress could fool other people's eyes. In fact, there are already a lot of people who are curious about you. If it hadn't been for the Iron Knights, I'm sure they would have rushed up and searched for them. Marcus said to the rider darkly. Since ancient times, civil and military affairs have been incompatible, not to mention, there would have been no harmonious relationship between the honorary earl, who was born in the last few years and climbed to his current status by his own efforts, and the real power earl who sat on a large territory simply by bloodline and name.

"Well, that's not a bother, Lord Marcus. How do you think Your Majesty has recruited so many volunteers overnight? If I give the order, I am afraid that your situation will be much more dangerous than mine. Lothar replied with no good intentions. Strange to say, he and Marcus had known each other since they were young, and the latter was not so fat at that time. While everyone around him was comforting the Count of Montenegro, who had lost his parents, only this strange fellow would talk about the uselessness of chivalry in the library with Lothar's knights. Of course, this annoyed Lothar, but the good quality of the little count did not allow him to vent his frustration in his fist like other peers, and he could only endure the anger in his heart and argue with the other party. And as a result, perhaps it was the long-term verbal rivalry with Marcus that made Lothar determined to become a warrior rather than a scholar.

This relationship has continued to this day, in the face of the threat of the Count of Montenegro, Marcus spat on the ground very unimpressively, "Cut, is it really a bear hunter?" I wonder where the personal guards around you have gone, and you only sent a little girl to follow you, even if you want to continue your family's bloodline, you don't need to be in such a hurry." ”

"Can I kill him?" Networm didn't have the good qualities of Lothar, and if anyone dared to talk to her like that in the tavern, that person had better be prepared to cut off his hand.

"No, I'm waiting to see which woman can give birth to the blood of House Tellerreal for him. Oh, after this plague, there should be a lot of territories that need a new lord, have you figured out how to draw your family crest? Although Lothar didn't show his face, he thought that the expression on his face at this time should be far from usual.

"You!" Marcus grimaced, but just then, the sound of horses' hooves interrupted his altercation with Lothar.

"Am I disturbing anything?" asked Kelanti on the horse.

"No, you're just in time, or we might have to delay a duel from our departure. Cheese had told a joke, and he tilted his head to look at the two counts, and a flash of light in his eyes made them honest.

"Well, it seems that Mr. Roland was right not to come. The green-eyed witch said with a smile. The old magician decided to stay in the royal capital for the time being, rather than go north with Cheese and his party, on the grounds that the old bone could not stand such an intense way of traveling. And the mage had no intention of reluctantly, but agreed to wait for him to return from Vale City and then have a good chat with the old man. The king has Roland and Emia in the formation, which is also reassuring.

Cheese shrugged his shoulders and climbed into the carriage. "It's getting late, it's time for us to go. ”