Hurried footsteps rang out in the city of Eyre, and Charlie strode with two soldiers. From his gloomy eyes, it was easy to tell that he hadn't slept well last night.

"Lord Viscount has woken up." Charlie asked a few of the guards guarding the door.

One of the guards bowed to Charlie, "Lord Viscount just finished breakfast."

"Go in and report it, there will be something important to report." Charlie said to the guards that he should have informed the Viscount of the defeat yesterday. But it happened that the viscount first went to the city last night to inspect the city, and then rested in the mansion. That's why things dragged on until early this morning. After all, these refugees are just ants that can be killed in the eyes of the viscount.

Who would keep an eye on the ants and ignore what they are doing?

"Lord Viscount explained that if General Charles comes, he can go in directly, and there is no need to inform him otherwise." The guard said to Charlie.

Charlie nodded and instructed the two soldiers behind him, "You wait here."

"Yes". The two soldiers shouted back to Charlie before walking to either side of the gate.

Seeing that the two soldiers received the order, Charlie collected his mood and restored his gloomy eyes to as flat as possible. Then he looked at the wide open door and walked in with slightly heavy and aggrieved steps.

Thinking back to yesterday's two sneak attacks, a feeling of grievance, humiliation, and anger once again surfaced in my heart.

Listening to the sound of footsteps, Adolf put the official document in his hand on the desk. There was a hint of confusion in his eyes, but then he reacted.

"Charlie, but you're here to tell me the news of the victory, and have those beam-jumping clowns sent by Viscount Cochic already sent them to hell?" Thinking of the little things that had been done to him yesterday, Adolf smiled and asked Charlie.

Charlie lowered his head in shame and looked at his feet without saying a word.

Seeing Charlie bow his head, Adolf showed a trace of displeasure, could it be that he hadn't completed this little thing? The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, so he raised his voice a few points: "Charlie, didn't you kill all those refugees? You didn't kill the beam-jumping clown sent by Viscount Coch.

"You know, you're bringing with you, thirty apprentice soldiers and three hundred battle-hardened cavalrymen. In the face of a strange magician and eleven trainee warriors, he was unable to complete the order." Adolf's tone raised a few points again, could it be that he Charlie was deliberately releasing water.

Charlie raised his head, knowing that if he didn't explain at this point, there would be no chance to explain: "We miscalculated the enemy's strength, which is why we were forced to evacuate."

"Misestimating the enemy's strength, how many men can Viscount Kochi secretly send to lurk in that refugee gathering place?". Adolf said to Charlie, his tone mixed with a hint of disbelief.

Charlie explained to Adolf what he had already wanted: "The enemy has twenty-two apprentice warriors and a strange magician."

"Ridiculous, you have thirty apprentice warriors and three hundred cavalrymen. Don't tell me that you will be defeated with absolute superiority." Adolf suddenly became furious, and it was a great shame, and it was a great shame. The elite of the dignified Ayrshire was actually defeated by twenty-three people.

Charlie's heart shuddered, and a hint of fear welled up in his eyes, and then he defended himself again: "This is not the reason for the decision."

"Charlie, there are some things you should make clear at once, otherwise you should understand the consequences." Adolf warned Charlie, and the anger in his heart spread undisguisedly.

Charlie hurriedly saluted again, and his tone became more and more respectful: "Because that strange magician summoned a creature, and that creature is the two-winged angel recorded in the classics. So tens of thousands of refugees, instigated by the two-winged angels and those enemies, launched an attack on us without regard for their lives."

"Your Excellency, the great viscount, we are facing tens of thousands of frenzied refugees, and how can we defeat them with only thirty apprentice soldiers and three hundred elite cavalry who have experienced a hundred battles." Charlie spoke to Adolf in a mournful tone.

Adolf was shocked, followed by even more rage: "Crazy refugee?".

"It looks like Viscount Kochi has prepared a disgusting fly for us". As Adolf said this, his eyes erupted with boundless murderous aura.

Charlie quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it seemed that this difficulty was over, so he changed his words: "Although we retreated, yesterday we experienced two attacks, and at least half of those refugees fell. And we, not a single one of us was hurt".

"In this way, it seems that you are not only without fault, but also meritorious, you can kill 5,000 refugees out of the 10,000 refugees who are crazy, and you can ensure that our soldiers are not injured, it seems that I really did not see the wrong person." Adolf gave Charlie a look of appreciation.

Charlie straightened up and said to Adolf: "This is all the credit of the Viscount, if it weren't for the Viscount to hand over this matter to the last general, the last general would not have had the opportunity to conquer the refugees."

"It's just that this fly in Kochi County is really disgusting, and I can't feel comfortable if I don't swatt it to death." Adolf said to Charlie, and there was no superfluous expression about the sycophancy.

Charlie shouted to Adolf, "If the Viscount wants to get rid of this fly, he just needs to send an army of formations. After all, there are only a handful of flies, and although they are mixed in with the refugees, what kind of fighting power can these refugees have. With a single blow, you can kill them all."

"If you were to go with an army to strangle these flies, I don't know how many troops you think it would take to kill them all." Adolf asked Charlie.

Charlie straightened his waist a little more and replied loudly to Adolf: "The refugee camp must be wailing at this time, after all, they are half dead." If the Viscount gives me a thousand soldiers who can fight well, I will be able to sacrifice these flies and the heads of thousands of refugees to the city of El in one fell swoop."

"Well, I will give you a thousand soldiers who can fight well, and I look forward to your triumph in this city of Eyre." Adolf said to Charlie, the fly was just outside El City, and it had to be removed if it was hard in the throat.

Charlie's expression was shocked, and a solemn aura rushed towards him: "I will live up to the trust of the Viscount."

After saying that, he turned around and strode out, this group of lowly refugees, let's meet the sword of Ben's revenge. Thinking of the killing aura on his body here, he quickly became a little thicker, and a beautiful crying sound faintly came from his ears.

Watching Charlie leave, a chill appeared on the corner of Adolf's mouth. What kind of expression would his old rival Viscount Kochi have when he learned that the fly had died, and besides, he put himself along, and he also needed to return it.