Luck doesn't work! Meyer repeats again... In the military training of the Celestial Empire, luck is useless!

No, it's still a bit useful, as long as there is a little cloud in the sky that can block out the sun's rays, Meyer is already thankful.

For four hours this afternoon, Meyer experienced what hell is like.

She stood on the training ground for four hours, sweat soaking her clothes, the sun shining down on her neck, and Meyer already had a burning ache.

Meyer hadn't experienced the Shadow Society's death training in those four hours, and she hadn't even had a chance to hold a weapon.

For the whole four hours, all she did was stand upright, look to the right, take a break, turn right, turn left......

What is this practice?

Meyer spent four hours thinking about it, and all the people on the training ground who were in military training were thinking about it.

Her endurance can at least endure these four hours, which can be described as a 'humiliating' way of training.

But the noble generals who came from Scarre and Shuenzhe could not bear it anymore.

For four hours, there was a chorion of voices complaining, 'What the hell is this for?' ’

The instructors from the Celestial Empire did not force their intentions to leave them, and the trainees who could not stand the rigors of the training and sat on the ground, and complained loudly, were all able to leave the training ground without any problems, but they had to shout their names before leaving.

Meyer was quite neat as a member of the first squad, and her younger brother saw that she persevered, and he himself gritted his teeth and persevered, and most of the other squads were half gone.

Finally, when Meyer felt that her legs were no longer her own, the burliest general in her ranks, Goron, could not take it anymore.

"Me! Can... Damn it! He was just halfway through his words when he swallowed the words in his throat.

Because Maurice III was also standing by the side of the training ground and watching him, if he gave up this somewhat absurd training, there might be no punishment, but for the nobles who wanted to save face, just being witnessed by the king was already an unacceptable punishment.

What really shook Goron was a seal that landed in front of Maurice III.

The seal was the crystallized spirit of Seun Zhelai, and the seal landed in front of Maurice III and pulled the horns of Maurice III's coat with its short tail fin.

"Something is wrong!" The seals kept shouting.

"Crystallized Spirit, what's wrong?" Maurice III tried to bend down to talk to the seal, but felt a dizziness in his head.

Maurice III stood in the sun for four hours and was a little overwhelmed, and Mera, the consul of Scarre, had raised his parasol in humiliation.

"The Duchy of Leslota has declared war on us."

"Is the god of war finally unable to wait? Very good! Then go to war! The Crystallized Spirit has sent orders to my border guards to prepare for battle. ”

Maurice III had long been ready for the invasion of the Duchy of Leslotta.

Behind the Duchy of Leslota was the support of the Far Southern Empire, and he spent the whole year on the embankment and fearing the invasion of the Far Southern Empire.

But a year later, Maurice III not only had no fear of the Far South, but was even a little eager to try.

"I need to hurry up and tell the contractor." The seals have informed their king and plan to tell Lucheng the news as well.

It relied on its belly to bounce on the ground, trying to get to where Lucheng was by this way.

The seal had barely made a move two steps before Maurice III stopped it.

"The struggle against the enemy country is a matter for us to refresh our grace, and it is too humiliating to rely on the assistance of other countries all along."

Maurice III did not plan to ask for the support of the Celestial Empire this time, he knew that the Celestial Empire was not helping them unconditionally, if it was only the army of the Principality of Leslotta, Xiuen Zhelai was fully capable of dealing with it.

"But..."

"No, Crystallized Spirit, this war will definitely please the gods." Maurice III solemnly said to the seals, "Even if you inform the contractors, they will not help us unconditionally unless it is an invasion of the Blood Crystals. ”

The seal scratched his head with its tail fin, thinking that what Maurice III had said was the same thing, and it disappeared in front of the king.

Is the Far Southern Empire finally planning to make a move on Xiu Enzhe?

Meyer clearly heard the conversation between Maurice III and the seal, and Meyer had always known a thing or two about the conquest plan for the Far South.

Once Shuen Zhelai is defeated by the Duchy of Leslotta, they and Scarley will be next.

War wasn't far away from them, and thinking of this, Meyer straightened his back again.

………………

When the exchange meeting in the ecological park ended, Lu Cheng found the Sage of Shadow alone and asked about the letter from Emperor Persif.

"Did the letter to Count Lionheart go?" Lu Cheng just got bad news from that seal... Leslota declared war on Schoen-jeop.

This news was not conveyed to Nancy, but in Lu Cheng's eyes, the purpose of the Far South to set off this war... It may not be just for the conquest of the Shoen.

"Not yet." The Sage of Shadows took out the letter that Persiff had entrusted her to forward, "Lord Lucheng, do you have any other plans?" ”

"I want to think about it... Will you allow me to add more content to it? ”

Lu Cheng cautiously asked about this... A proposal that may touch the bottom line of the Sage of Shadows.

"Depending on what you want to add, Lord Lu Cheng, I'm on the side of the Mystic Order, not on the side of Percif and the Far South."

The meaning of the Shadow Sage's words was no longer clear, as long as it did not endanger the Secret Magic Society, no matter how Lu Cheng modified the letter, it would be fine.

As for whether Count Lionheart believes or not, Roadcity's note is secondary.

"It has nothing to do with the Secret Order, it's the two countries of Shuen Zhelai and Leslotta."

Lu Cheng took the letter and sat down at a table, took out a pen and paper, and began to imitate Pesif's handwriting.

At first, Lu Cheng imitated it a little differently, but after Lu Cheng tried about five times in a row, Lu Cheng was able to write exactly the same handwriting as Pesif.

"Are you trained in this?" There was some amazement in the voice of the Shadow Sage.

"Aren't you also the intelligence function of the Mystic Society? Didn't have this skill? "Lu Cheng began to quickly write some of the instructions of 'Pesiff' to Count Lionheart with a black water-based pen.

"We all use magic to disguise handwriting."

The Sage of Shadows said to Lu Cheng in a slightly embarrassed tone.

"Well... Don't worry about that. "Lu Cheng spent half an hour adding something extra to Emperor Persif's letter, if Count Lionheart was really 'loyal' as Emperor Persiv trusted.

The war between Leslota and Shuenzhelai will go to another... Strange direction.