Ronald rubbed the scar on his sideburns, savoring Lucifer's proverb in his heart. As his thoughts raced, he couldn't help but think of the fragments he had experienced when he entered the city before.

Happy and excited smiles, long-lasting cheers.

The fanaticism, respect, cheers, and trust of the people did give him great satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment, but he did not feel that his strength had been enhanced.

So, Lucifer and Jehovah, both of whom are Divine Seraphs, are "gods," while Seraphim and I can only be "legends"?

Thinking about it, Ronald's brow tightened.

"What's the matter, Ronald?" Victoria was a little uneasy, thinking that it had angered him, so she hurriedly explained, "If you don't like this arrangement, I will immediately order the people to cancel it." ”

"No, no, no. Ronald waved his hand again and again, hurriedly explaining: "You misunderstood. ”

"And what exactly were you thinking, Your Excellency Ronald?" Seeing the strong man's suddenly cramped expression, and it was so funny, Victoria could hardly help but burst out laughing.

Ronald had a very serious expression and said, "It is appropriate to hold a celebratory dinner after the victory. But I still don't want to participate if I can. ”

Seeing Ronald say this refusal seriously, Victoria finally couldn't help the smile in her heart. Before the laughter rushed out of her vocal cords, she quickly covered the corners of her mouth after strict court etiquette. After turning her laughter into a few soft coughs, she bent her brow and nodded in agreement, "As you wish, Lord Ronald." ”

"Hahaha!"

Bruno is a guy who laughs when he's happy, no matter what the occasion. This time, he laughed and put his arm around Ronald's shoulder, "ahem", and imitated his serious tone: "It's right to have a celebratory dinner after victory." ”

Now, not only Bruno, but even Ronald himself couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing Ronald laughing stupidly, Bruno clutched his stomach and smiled backwards and backs, smiling uncontrollably.

A warm atmosphere quickly diffused in this small living room.

At the same time, on the other side of the border line.

It's night.

The troops, with the best efforts of the various lords, finally returned to Manchester Town unharmed. However, the morale of the soldiers was extremely low, and they all drooped their heads and weakly held the weapons in their hands. After receiving the order to rest, they all found a place against the wall and sat there motionless.

Even after a whole night of running, tired and hungry, no one could eat, and no one thought to cook something to eat.

The officers in charge of the statistics of the war report had gloomy faces, and hurriedly walked in the makeshift camp outside the town, holding small notebooks of records and doing their statistical work dutifully. After hearing the squad leaders count the reported figures, their faces became even more gloomy, almost iron-blue.

The same is true of the lords, tired and sweat-stained, who gathered in their tents, but no one spoke.

Finally, an informed knight interrupted the eerie atmosphere in the tent.

"Report to your lordship, we have retreated to Manchester Town, do we want to retreat again?"

Duke Dragon, who was holding back the fire in his belly, kicked the squire knight to the ground: "Nonsense! Continue to retreat! Withdraw to Tallinn County!" Seeing that the squire knight was still there, Dragon burst out with a roar from his heart: "Don't go and report the whole army yet!"

"!"

He ripped open the buttons on the neckline of his chest, and couldn't help but burst out with a foul mouth.

Bishop Steve tried to say a few words of consolation, but thought he gave up.

It is already a great culpability to occupy the absolute superiority in numbers and lose out.

In addition, Deputy Commander Anthony was transported back to the Holy See, Captain Richs was killed, and the troops suffered heavy casualties, so that no one could withstand the interrogation and anger of Arthur the Great.

As the commander of the Eastern Road, the Duke of Dragon is even more so, he is ready to retire from his old age and even be directly deprived of his military position by King Arthur. Although he was unwilling, he had no choice at the moment, he had to force himself to accept this very likely fact.

All of a sudden, no one spoke, and the atmosphere in the tent became extremely oppressive again, so dull that only the sound of the Duke of Dragon pacing back and forth.

"Are the statistics out?"

Finally, the Duke of Dragon, who had figured it out, stopped pacing, and his tone began to become calm. Only the occasional beating eyebrows prove that his heart still can't be completely relieved.

The lords in the tent looked at each other.

"Results, statistical results!"

The anger that Dragon had managed to suppress erupted quickly with a small lead, like a volcano erupting without warning, fierce and sudden.

Seeing that no one answered, Dragon walked quickly to a bitter gourd face, grabbed his shoulders and shook him desperately: "Say, are the statistics out!?"

The innocent lord was shaken and couldn't tell the way, and his head was fainting. But what remains of reason told him not to speak, not to open no matter what.

Dragon shook and glared at the dead fish. It took him a few minutes before he let go and pushed the bitter gourd face to the ground.

"No one knows?"

He roared angrily all the way through the thick sackcloth tent.

An enraged Dragon inadvertently caught a glimpse of General Lance, who was huddled in the far corner, and when he saw him, Dragon was a nameless fire. So Dragon took two quick steps and pulled Lance out: "It's all you! Why don't you find out before attacking, let the empire suffer so many casualties?"

He stretched out his hand and gave Lance a resounding slap in the face, slapping Lance's face into half of a pig's head: "Say, are you fornicating with Falken!?"

Feeling the hot touch coming from the left half of his face, General Lance was angry but had no way to defend himself, so he had to bow his head and be silent.

But this expression fell in the eyes of Duke Dragon, who was already intent on finding fault, but it was a different look. Dragon immediately grabbed Lance by the collar and pulled him almost off the ground. Dragon himself, on the other hand, continued to shake viciously like a fierce god: "Say, isn't it!?"

The voice shook Lance's tinnitus, and he almost became deaf. He didn't dare to fight back, nor did he dare to look up, ready to be beaten severely by the Duke of Dragon.

At this time, the voice of the statistician finally came from outside: "Report to the lord, the statistical results have come out!"

With a stupid expression, the Duke of Dragon let go of the silent General Lance and pushed him aside. He took a few big breaths and lowered his tone an octave.

Say. ”

After the statistician saluted, he took out a small notebook and began to report.

"After joining the Turing Army, the total number of troops was seventy-four thousand. The number of existing troops is forty thousand and one hundred and twenty-one. If the deserters are also included in the casualty figures......"

The statistician paused for a moment, and when he found that the duke's face was calm, he put away his uneasy thoughts and continued to explain.

Among them, the Imperial Heavy Knights suffered 706 casualties, the Imperial Archers suffered 3,320 casualties, the Imperial Swordsmen suffered 5,471 casualties, the Imperial Infantry suffered 12,200 casualties, and the Imperial Mage Corps were completely wiped out with 500 casualties. ”

"The Crusader forces of the Holy See suffered two thousand one hundred and fifteen casualties, including the complete destruction of the clergyman's troops. ”

"The regular units of the Turing Army suffered 4,200 casualties. ”

"In addition, the 5,567 casualties were private and logistical soldiers. ”

After a short speech, the statistician put away the small notebook, and his body was straight.

"Anything else?" said Dragon, but his face was already pale.

The statistician secretly shouted that it was not good, but at the moment he could only bite the bullet. "It's been reported, my lord. ”

He didn't expect that Duke Dragon's hand was just lightly shaken off.

"Let's go down. ”

Hearing such a calm tone, the statistician couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the Supreme God had blessed him. He didn't dare to stay long, and he hurriedly left this dangerous place after standing up and bowing.

There was silence in the tent for a while.

In the end, it was the Duke of Dragon who took the lead in speaking: "Ladies and gentlemen, is there anything else to do? ”

As if granted amnesty, the lords breathed a sigh of relief, and their upright bodies relaxed a little. But they looked at each other, and no one dared to take the first step.

The Duke of Dragon, with a calm face, walked out of the tent.

He turned his head suddenly, and his tone was cold: "What are you waiting for? Do you want me to take you to Tallinn in a carriage?"

The sound of footsteps sounded, and the lords bowed their heads and silently walked out of the tents in turn, towards the rest place of the soldiers under their control.

Soon, there were low shouts and cheers. The grinding of armor, the neighing of horses, and the bones of wheels sounded one after another. With unconcealed uneasiness and exhaustion, the soldiers stood up one after another. They lit torches and followed the commanders in the direction of Tallinn.

At this time, a hazy whiteness of the fish's belly had already appeared on the horizon.

The townspeople of Manchestertown, who had not dared to close their eyes all night, waited until the frustrated force had gone completely away, then quietly opened the door and spontaneously gathered near the square to inquire with each other about the reasons for the defeat of the expeditionary force. In a burst of whispering and exchanging ears, the townsfolk somewhat understood some of the reasons for the withdrawal.

After figuring out what had happened, the townspeople were overwhelmed like lambs, eager for divine guidance. Fearful, they walked to the church in town that had not yet had time to assign a new pastor.

The murmuring of prayers rang out, and an unsettling atmosphere spread along with a faint winter mist.