Fesdena collar.

Inside the valley, temporary camps.

After returning with Barak and explaining what had happened to him, Carolus and General William had a serious disagreement over whether or not to go to Fesdenad's rescue.

"I think it's time to abandon the original plan!" said General William, who was in the tent used for the military council, "think of the innocent and poor civilians who are being brutally oppressed and slaughtered by our enemies, the damned Misty Mountain people!"

"Lord Earl!"

He slammed the wine glass in his hand on the ground with excitement to increase his convincing, "Could it be that you, known as the 'shield guarding the kingdom', could bear to let the people of the Clermont family die tragically, but coldly choose to stand idly by?"

"You !!"

Carolus was enpissed off by this damaging remark.

As he became familiar with the state of Livingston, he had apparently deduced many secrets from the memories of the Earl and Lance.

It's just interesting to note that this body, as a centrist who kept the oath that had been passed down from generation to generation, rejected the olive branch offered by the Stoke family, and were loyal to the kingdom rather than the king, was not very popular with both sides, even though the Count was willing to give everything for it.

"I think it's time to carry out the original plan!" Carolus could only insist on his opinion: "Rescue, rescue what? Those women who have died of their husbands and children, and have been wantonly ****ed? We all know the habits of the people of the Misty Mountains! They will kill all the men!"

"So those poor women are left to their own devices?" General William curled his lips defiantly, "or do you admit it, Lord Count, because they are merely subjects of House Clermont?"

There was an accompanying clerk who quickly recorded their conversation, quill rattling on the mulberry paper.

The ink-framed fonts were presented to the King of Livingston after the war, as a sign of exploits or as a reckoning after the fall, a long-standing tradition in the kingdom.

Therefore, Carolus was not so stupid as to leave a handle.

"I know what you think, William!" he retorted unceremoniously, "Is it enough for you to defeat an army of misty mountain people?

"I just want to save those poor people!"

General William, who was burdened with the mission of the king and was exposed to what he was thinking, was naturally unwilling to admit this accusation, which could only make him a little embarrassed, and even the refutation seemed a little weak.

"I'm ashamed of you!"

Carolus laughed angrily, "I see that you are just greedy for the treasures in the Clermont family castle!

"Grab a profit, and then use the small losses and those women as an excuse to hide in Irketring and wait for the reward for meritorious deeds?

His counterattack was equally sharp,

After all, who asked General William to take the lead in picking out the meaning of the layer hidden behind the tacit veil.

"Lord Count..."

"I understand your intention to aid Duke Alexis!" General William still seems to be persistently trying to push him into the side of the Stoke family, so as to create a misunderstanding on paper?

"But I must remind you once again that we only have more than 900 troops, and the Misty Mountain people who are surrounding Ryan City have four brave and combative legions!" he reminded again.

"So what?"

Carolus looked at the highlanders with a blank expression.

Officers of the rank of captain and above were eligible to participate in this military discussion, and the huge numerical advantage made General William say his true thoughts without care.

"Isn't it good to be content, we were for the kingdom before—" he took a few steps forward and whispered in the clerk's inaudible voice, "and now, the Chrymond family castle has gained enough, and it can still be called a benevolent name, and since you have been involved in this game between the superiors, it is time to make a choice...?"

"What do you mean?"

Carrollus' pupils widened in surprise.

General William's cautious stance and forcefully refuted his plan already puzzled him, "Could it be that several possibilities flew through his mind.

"Lord Earl!"

Barak thought that his silence was a sign of consideration, and quickly made a promise without hesitation: "If you and General William are willing to help me recapture the family castle, I can be the master and promise the property that was stolen by the Misty Mountain people as military funds, and afterwards the Clermont family will give another 100,000 dinars as a thank you to the two lords for their help this time!"

Out of the intention of protecting his own interests, he added with some trepidation: "As long as you two are willing to help me defend against the next siege of the Misty Mountain people..."

"Hey!"

General Wilhelm expressed his displeasure a little about this.

But he did not refute Barak's proposal because of this, but only looked at it with expectant eyes.

"So those words were all a reminder to me?" Carolus suddenly reacted, "the Clermonts, the Stokes, the king... It all seems to be about a confrontation between the two camps?"

Fortunately, the Earl's own political consciousness was not high before, so his sudden realization did not make people suspicious.

"While the Clermont family is also facing a crisis, he chose Duke Alexis to help the Stoke family, which in the eyes of General William and other people in the king's camp, has he already made a choice..."

Carolus shook his head helplessly, after all, all he wanted in his heart was simply to win this war.

"How to defeat the leader of the Misty Mountain People, the Omenwolf, is what we should focus on at this time. He explained, "Even if he helps Barak recapture his family's castle, what good will it do to the war?"

"So..."

General William's face finally changed, and he silently put his hand on the hilt of his sword, "Do you still stick to your plan?"

"That's right!"

Carolus nodded solemnly.

He noticed that everyone present looked at each other with hostile eyes, and the atmosphere was heavy and almost condensed for a while, making people feel a little uncomfortable even breathing.

"Don't forget, I'm the commander of this army!" General William said this time, no longer making a weak gesture, and defying the majesty of the earl, said firmly, "And these soldiers are all highlanders, just like us!"

"Choke!"

The sound of a sharp blade unsheathed sounded.