News of the Clash between the Snowren and Cold Mountain Lords outside of Vortagan quickly spread throughout the surrounding area, but the seemingly imminent conflict ended in a peaceful withdrawal of the two sides, which really disappointed some people for a while.

And when the curtain gradually came down on the most eye-catching turmoil in the eastern part of the empire in recent years, another storm was quietly brewing.

In the county of Rota, where Snowren borders Vortagen, a long-overdue war is taking place.

When Gunther, Count of Rota, and his son Andrew returned to their own territory and disbanded the army according to custom, the 20,000-strong army that had left his territory and was ready to disbanded in White Horse City suddenly killed a horse pistol under the leadership of Benedict, and directly surrounded Rota Castle, and Gunther, Count of Rota, and his family were not only blocked in the city, but also did not even have the opportunity to call the peasants in the territory to fight again.

"Damn Benedict!"

Gunther crouched at the mouth of the wall, looking hatefully at the black army under the city, although he was angry in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't help but regret now that he had to be lucky in the first place, thinking that Duke Louis and Benedict would not come to him to settle the old scores of two years ago. He should have known that staying in the Snowren Territory would end up being a thorn in the side of Duke Louis and Benedict.

"Father!" Andrew hurried up to the castle tower, his face still bearing the marks of smoke and fire, compared to the dashing and suave man who had been in the Futagan before, Andrew was no different from the most insignificant pawns on the battlefield.

"Has our messenger rushed out of the city?" asked Gunther with a look of hope on his face, seeing his son.

Andrew's answer, however, was to bow his head and remain silent.

So the hope on Gunther's face turned to disappointment in the blink of an eye.

"Then it can't be helped. Gunther smiled bitterly, with a hint of self-deprecation in his smile, "Heh, what if we send a messenger? Now Fegraf will definitely not, and he will not dare to help us, not to mention that they will have to go over the Fortagan Territory again, and it will be difficult to have time to come." As for the Northvies......"

Gunther subconsciously turned his gaze to the east.

"It's terrible to be allies with them, this family has almost single-handedly store the Ascar Alliance apart, and the Northvi family hasn't had anyone to mess with since Euren. But, at least they treat their subordinates and their people very well, Andrew, if the castle falls, go to them, and the Norsviers will accept you. ”

"Father!" Andrew cried, "please don't be so pessimistic, even if you have to go into exile at that time, as long as our father and son work together, we will definitely be able to make a comeback!"

"No, you don't understand, Andrew. Gunther turned his head and looked at his son sadly, "Northville will not risk breaking with the Snowren Territory to accept our Fergus family, if I appear in the Eastern Territory, then Benedict will definitely ask Northway to extradite me to Whitehorse, and when the time comes, we Fergus will be destroyed." And you used to be different, Louis and Benedict would definitely want my head, but they wouldn't kill you, and if it were just you, the Norsvi would still be able to stand their ground. ”

"Father......" Andrew looked at Gunther in a daze, he finally understood what his father meant.

"Are you ready to perish with this castle?"

"This is the territory of our Fergus family for generations-" Gunther stroked the mouth, with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, "I brought the Fergus family to this point, how can I have the face to continue to collude and steal life?"

Andrew wanted to say something, but Gunther turned his face in advance and said to him first: "You go to our treasury and take away all those title deeds and house deeds that have been countersigned by the church, those things can prove our Fergus's ownership of this land, and Northwell will accept this price." However, don't be tempted to come back for revenge, Northvi won't be willing to go to war with Tamská. ”

Gunther said so, and Andrew understood that his father had made up his mind. His eyes were a little moist, but the unyielding heart made him strong immediately.

"I see, father, I'm going to carry on the Fergus family!"

"Well, let's go!" Gunther patted his son on the shoulder, piled up a bitter smile on his face, and silently watched Andrew leave.

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"Your Excellency, the Archbishop. A knight led by Snowen entered the tent and reported respectfully to Benedict, "The enemy has come out of the castle, and it looks like they are going to make a final struggle." ”

"How many of them are there?" asked Benedict calmly.

"There were only about five hundred men, but most of them were knights. ”

"yes, I see. Benedict nodded, "Let the people of Adelaide finish them off, and order Adelaide to rely on the trenches we have built to inflict damage on them with bows and arrows, and not to cause too many casualties." The enemy came with the intention of death, and his combat effectiveness was not trivial. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop!" the knight saluted Benedict and hurried out of the tent.

"Archbishop. Father Watt, who was sitting beside Benedict, turned around, bowed slightly to Benedict, and then asked, "We have only been besieging the city for three days, and it stands to reason that there should still be plenty of supplies in Rota Castle, and Gunther should not give up hope of holding on so quickly." I guess Gunther is trying to take advantage of the chaos. ”

As he spoke, Father Watt pointed to the deep darkness of the night outside the tent. "It's already dark, and time and circumstances have provided him with convenience. ”

"No, Gunther can't escape. Benedict shook his head, "His goal is too big, once he appears at the border pass, no matter where he leads, he will be discovered, not to mention that at the moment, the surrounding area of Snowlon's territory is either a vassal or an ally, and he has no way to escape." As for leaving by boat, it was even more unlikely, unless he wanted to go to White Horse City and throw himself into the net. ”

"It seems that you have already set it up, so it is foolproof. Father Watt bowed slightly, indicating that he had no other problems.

However, it is also possible that he intended to escort his family away. When Watt said there was no problem, Benedict spoke up again, "He should have known that he couldn't escape, so he would have tried to get his son or someone else out of the way, which is why he launched such a stupid attack." ”

"Do you want to send someone to surround the pursuit?" asked Father Watt hurriedly.

"No, I don't. Benedict raised his hand, then turned to look at Tegman, who had been silent on the other side.

"Lord Tegman, you are a veteran of the battlefield, and I would like to hear your opinion if I can. ”

Tygman didn't react until Benedict had finished speaking for a few moments, and then he turned around slowly and looked at the archbishop with a blank expression.

"Louis the boy gave you 20,000 troops like this, and he trusts you so much?"

"It may be hard to understand for you, but trust is something that is real and can really be rewarded. ”

Tiger sneered, his eyes not on Benedict at all.

"I gave my trust to others, but they reciprocated me with outright betrayal. So, don't mention this kind of thing to me, someone like you who hasn't been betrayed is not qualified to mention this to me!"

"IMHO. Although Tegman's words are still as piercing, Benedict is not at all swayed by his sarcasm, "It was you who betrayed Duke Arnold first, and you made your trust cheap and unreliable, which is why you are now exiled." ”

Tegman's face couldn't help but tremble, especially the "Duke Arnold", which pierced his heart like a needle.

"Well, let time tell. Tegman stood up and walked straight out of the tent, "Let's see if trust is really trustworthy as you say it is." ”

Benedict watched Tegman leave, unmoved by the other party's rudeness.

"It seems that being banished by his own son has made the former duke feel very bad. Watt looked at Tegman's back that was still heroic but no longer beautiful, and couldn't help but sigh, "I thought that when he said something like that on the battlefield, he had fully recognized Duke Arnold and accepted these things calmly." ”

He accepted it, but it did not contradict his continued hatred of Duke Arnold and those who betrayed him. ”

"Please advise. Watt bent down and asked very respectfully.

"There is no contradiction between accepting the facts and hating a person, in fact, only on the premise of accepting the facts can you really hate a person. Benedict's eyes were still on Tegman's back, but his eyes were still so calm from beginning to end, "Some people say that they don't accept it, but in fact they admit it in their hearts." Those who are able to accept reality while still being clear about their goals are terrifying, because they know deeply who their anger should be directed at. ”

"So, does he have a chance? ...... a chance to pour out his anger?"

"I don't want him to have. Benedict closed his eyes, "However, if time proves that our decision today is wrong, that we dragged a terrible enemy out of his position and then gave it to another, more terrible enemy, then he might have a chance." ”

Watt was silent, and he chewed on the archbishop's words, feeling the meaning.

While he was pondering, another knight walked in from outside the tent.

"Your Excellency, the Archbishop. "The knight knelt down on one knee before Benedict and presented him with a delicate box," Gunther Fergus bowed. ”

Benedict didn't pick up the box, not even his eyes open.

"Didn't you take it captive?" Watt immediately understood what the mentor meant, and asked in Benedict's place.

"Yes, Gunther made a request for a duel, and the Charles of House Trevier accepted the request, killing Gunther in a formal duel. ”

"Looks like he doesn't want to be captured alive—" Watt sighed.

"If he makes it back to Whitehorse alive, I can promise him a fair trial. Benedict opened his eyes, "But, since this is what he wants, then let it be as he wishes." Gunther's head doesn't have to be shown to the public, and it would be better to be buried here with the other knights who died in battle. ”

"Yes. The knight bowed slightly, then stood up and withdrew from the tent with the box in hand.

"Now the internal and external troubles have finally been solved!" Watt breathed a sigh of relief, his expression seemed to be a little lighter, "So, the next target is Sruiwen Ling, do you have any plans?"

Benedict stared at Watt, his calm gaze making Watt feel sick.

"I'm going to go back to the Chapel of Prossi, for my scriptures have been put on hold for a long time to assist the Duke. Benedict stood up, ignoring the stunned question, and walked slowly towards the outside of the tent, "And since you are so concerned about political affairs, then continue to assist and help the Duke, he is still young, and needs someone to help him." There are some things that Madame Villanica is inconvenient to come forward with. ”

Watt was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at his mentor, unable to figure out what he was really thinking.