"I don't have a rebellious heart, and if I did, you'd be dead a long time ago. The moment he spoke, Camille realized that it was foolish to say this, but he still raised his head and looked at his former lord.

"Perhaps, it's just that the time hasn't come yet?" Kenny sneered, "Right now, the Confederate forces have captured Saint and Karta, the remnants of the Peace Army are dying in Black, and the remaining Confederate forces have advanced westward, but Black's walls are as thick as a rock, and it will be a certain fight to the death." No matter who wins, you will retain the best strength, and as soon as the battle is resolved, you will immediately go with the ice army to clean up the pieces, and by that time, everyone's use value has been squeezed out. And I'm the first, right?"

"Chief, we've never received an order like this!" a reluctant Ice Plain guard interjected, turning to face Kenny, his chin raised haughtily.

"Who are you?" asked Kenny, without looking back.

"A nobody who swore allegiance to you with Lord Camille. The guard replied, his tone neither humble nor arrogant, but his high chin was slashed by the unsheathed black steel sword in the next second, accompanied by a streak of blood, which was impartially sprinkled on Camille's white robe.

The guards writhed on the ground in pain, howling incessantly, and the rest of the guards immediately gathered around and drew their swords.

"Stand down!!!" Horn shouted at the guards who surrounded him. But the Icefield Guards looked at their lord in unison. No one put away the sword and returned it to the sheath, and no one retreated, and the atmosphere in the main hall condensed to the freezing point, and the chill instantly spread around.

"Look, you're a heartfelt person, but what about you, Camille?" said Kenny coldly.

"Kenny, do you even know what you're talking about?!'re you having a problem with your brain?!" Horn shouted back.

"I have no intention of rebelling, you can investigate this matter thoroughly. Camille calmly announced. He waved at the guards, and the iceman put away his sword, but did not exit the main hall.

"Aiden!" Kenny said aloud, "let the Guards take over the palace, take Camille, Lord of the Icefields, to the water dungeon, and let him—"

"No!no!no!!!!" Camille interrupted Kenny, holding out a trembling finger and pointing at Aiden who was walking towards him, "You're crazy! I'm your own brother, and you're hurting me?!

"What are you nervous about?" Kenny asked, looking at the distraught wizard, "I'm just confronting you and Walder, and the crow with Lawrence's reply will soon be in Karta, and by then, everything will be clear." ”

"No! I'm not going to the dungeon!!" Camille roared heartbreakingly, and as she stepped back, the Icefield Guards drew their swords again.

"Alright!" Kenny roared, a dull bell-like roar that overshadowed the unsheath of his sword, "Aiden, go and bring that guy to me! confront them in front of everyone! I want to see who the traitor is!"

Horn looked at Aiden's departing figure, and his eyes didn't look emotional. All this was not planned at all, and a chill that had never been felt before penetrated from the soles of the feet and quickly spread throughout the body. He felt himself fall into a great trap, the great net that enveloped everything, and gradually tightened his prey. "Alan, do you have your share in this?" he heard his father ask himself.

"Me?" Horn looked at his father dumbfounded, "Are you crazy?"

"Haven't you always been against the Confederate advance west?" Kenny's brow furrowed, narrowing his eyes, "These days, I've been wondering why you suddenly let the Confederates attack Blake, just because...... Huh?"

Horn felt his tongue seem to be knotted, and he didn't know how to make a sound. "You've been doused with Ecstasy?" he finally said, shaking his head, "man, you messed it all up!"

"Oh, really?" Kenny nodded, turning and walking back to his throne.

Half an hour later, the stinking and thin Walder, whose cheeks were covered with whip marks, was ushered into the main hall, muttering something indistinctly. "My lord, the people have brought it. Fat Jailer Levine spoke before Aiden, then turned his head to look at Horn.

"Say it, say what you want to say, word for word. Kenny leaned back on the spacious throne and looked up at the dome of the main hall and said aloud.

This sentence cured Wald like a good medicine, and he sat up, and the stinking water ran down the corners of his trousers, and soon dripped into a small pond beside him. "My lord, I am a close confidant that Lord Lawrence has planted by Camille. Before the southern expedition, he had contacted Ryan several times by letter and informed the enemy of the Alliance's battle plan, resulting in the capture of countless of our scout brothers and their inhuman torture. But victory is yours after all, my lord!"

"Evidence," Kenny still looked at the dome, "what about the evidence?"

"The proof is on me!" Wade looked back at Camille, "Because you have been in a coma, I can only see your own soldiers, but everyone knows that he is Camille's own brother, so ...... My lord, I need a dagger!"

"Give it to him. Kenny said softly. Horn pulled out his ivory dagger and threw it over.

"I'll show you the evidence right away, right away, hey, hey......" Wader whispered, picking up the dagger.

The next second, Kenny lowered his head in the exclamation of the guards. He saw Walder stab his dagger into his left shoulder, the sharp edge of which reached his elbow, and blood splattered into the small pond along with his ragged and soaked clothes.

Then, Wader threw away the dagger, gritted his teeth, and dug his other hand into the wound, pulling the flesh away, and pulling a small piece of parchment out of it. "Your Excellency, this, this is the evidence you want. Camille's letter to Ryan was secretly hidden by me, hehehe...... It hurts!"

"No, you're not Walder, Walder is a cowardly fellow! No, it can't be! No way!" Camille roared.

"Lord Camille," Wader said, clutching his bleeding arm, turning his head, "how can I be your guard if I don't pretend to be a little bit......

Kenny unfolds the bloody parchment letter, which is still minced of meat. There is no doubt that the above is Camille's note, and the content of the letter briefly states the time, place, and strategy of the Allied attack on Karta. He rose from his throne and descended the stone steps, past Horn and Walder, who was kneeling beside him, and looked down at his former soldier again. "Is there anything else you want to explain, Lord of the Icefields?"

"Lord, I didn't betray, do you believe me?" asked Camille softly.

Kenny nodded. "Believe, I believe in what I have seen with my own eyes. ”

"The facts you see...... Camille shouted, and the white wolf sprang out of the shadows, Kenny dodged sideways, and the wolf turned into a white shadow and pounced on Wader on his knees, opening his bloody mouth and biting the head.