Summer turns to autumn, and the surrounding foliage gradually changes into autumn clothes. As far as the eye can see, there is golden wheat.

The men bent down to harvest the wheat, the women were in charge of harvesting the ears, and the children were picking up the occasional drops, and everything seemed very peaceful and peaceful.

Previously, Evan had unreservedly informed President Carl of the method of making steel, and told him not to pass it on.

Looking at the scene of the hot work in the distance, Ai Wen felt extremely relieved in his heart. With the help of Anroes and others, the policy of reform has begun to work.

On the judicial side, Inspector Deacon has the code given by Aven, and has begun to deal with various cases in the territory, although there are still many difficult situations to deal with, but they are finally moving in the right direction.

As for Horus's intelligence and reconnaissance network, it was also gradually established, but because of the beginning, the scope only stayed in the Laques area.

Elsewhere it is not perfect, and Evan believes that in the future, as his caravans begin to operate, the intelligence network will become larger and larger, covering major countries and regions.

Of course, what worries him the most is the situation of the Snapdragon Army, which has changed dramatically after months of training.

Whether it is physical or mental, Ai Wen is confident that he can throw off other armies on the street, and he can open a greater distance in the future, but what makes him feel a pity is that the number of Snapdragon troops is too small, counting the captains and vice-captains of each team, there are only sixty people.

"Knight Aven, Lord Count has sent a message for you to lead your army with Miss Delores. His Majesty the King is already on his way." On the road, the herald brought the latest news.

A few days later, Evan and Delores returned to the familiar city of London with the Snapdragon Army. At this time, the outside of London was loose and the inside was tight, the walls were full of heavily armed soldiers, and there were also a surprising number of soldiers patrolling the streets, and it was clear that the Earl of Morloll did not want any accident with His Majesty in the city of London.

"You're here. His Majesty estimates that it will take half a day to arrive in London. Then you will join me in welcoming His Majesty the King, and you will also attend the meeting that follows." Count Morol looked at Evan and said helplessly.

"I don't know who told His Majesty about you. He's curious about you."

Ai Wen nodded, although on the surface, getting close to His Majesty the King can allow him to get close to the top of the kingdom in a short period of time, the problem is that he is helpless, he doesn't know the depth of the palace, and it is easy to lose in the fierce power struggle, and it is far less comfortable than staying in Raquis, so even if His Majesty the King sends an invitation, he will not agree.

In the afternoon, a large procession slowly appeared at the end of the road, and it was not necessary to look at it to know that it must be the visiting group of the King of Essex.

The Count of Morloll straightened his gown, straightened up, and waited quietly for the procession to approach. Dressed in armor and armed with an axe gun, Evan was about to stand on either side of the road with his sword and the rest of the Snapdragon soldiers. However, for the sake of secrecy, the blades and tips of all axes and spears were tightly wrapped in linen.

Soon, the King's Guard, who was walking at the forefront, saw the Snapdragon Army standing on both sides of the road. The captain of the guard was visibly stunned for a moment, but he slowly rode forward and greeted Count Morol in the middle of the road.

"Long time no see, old friend, you still look so young." The captain of the guard said with a smile.

"Hahahaha, you've finally managed to get into the position of captain of the guard, Zeka, it's really not easy." Count Morloll teased.

"Don't mention the old things, don't mention the old things. His Majesty is behind and will be there soon. But you're a little scary." Zeka looked at the Snapdragon Army around him with some fear, and asked in a low voice, "Isn't your relationship very good, what's going on?"

Count Morol glanced at the Snapdragon Army, which looked like wood, and felt a little smug in his heart, "It's just some newly trained army, which serves as a façade."

Zeka looked at Count Morol strangely, they were all friends from childhood to adulthood, and this didn't sound like a real thing. However, he didn't continue to ask, after all, he was only the captain of the escort team, and he shouldn't and wasn't qualified to know many things.

As the procession drew closer, a middle-aged man in a luxurious gown, surrounded by many guards, slowly approached the gates of London.

When the guards saw the Snapdragon Army at the door, their faces all changed slightly, many of them held their swords on the hilt, and only the middle-aged man looked at the Snapdragon Army with interest. It doesn't seem to be panicking at all.

"I've seen Your Majesty."

The Count of Morloll walked up to the middle-aged man and saluted respectfully. The people behind him also saluted, only the soldiers of the Snapdragon Army were stunned and still stood straight.

"Between you and me, we don't need this kind of thing. I'll just take a look and talk to you for a while." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"I see. Then Your Majesty, please go to the city. It's just that it's still a little early, and if your majesty is not in a hurry to have dinner, it is better to talk about business first." Count Morol said with a serious expression.

The middle-aged man nodded, his gaze stopped on the Snapdragon Army for a moment, and rode into the city of London under the guidance of the Earl of Morlor.

After entering the Lord's Mansion, the middle-aged man left only Count Morol and Deloris behind, and everyone else was blocked out of the mansion.

"Old friend, where did you get this army?" The middle-aged man asked straight to the point.

Deloris raised her eyebrows, pouted a little dissatisfied, and muttered to herself in her heart, what her father said was right, His Majesty the King really didn't hide it at all, and directly began to ask about Evan's situation.

"Newly trained, Your Majesty. This army is only sixty men, but it costs about the same as an army of three or four hundred." When it comes to the speed at which he spends money, Count Morol only feels that his heart is dripping blood. It was the first time he had seen such an expensive army, and if it weren't for the support of the City of London, he would have gone bankrupt.

"Is this the secret to your victory over the Kents?" The middle-aged man suddenly became interested.

Count Morol saw the middle-aged man's eyes shining, and suddenly felt a little bad. As a friend for decades, he knew too well what His Majesty the King on the other side meant.

"Not all, it's more of my son-in-law's work." Count Morloll hesitated.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was silent for a while, and then continued to ask, "Then can I invite him to the royal capital?" Help me train an army like this, money or anything."

Count Morol was a little embarrassed and said, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid this won't work. I asked him before, but he refused."

The middle-aged man showed a disappointed expression, but there was nothing he could do, after all, Evan was not his direct vassal, and even if he was the king of Essex, there was no way to force him to do anything.

"Your Majesty, instead of letting him go to the palace, you should just give him money and let him expand his current army. Although he is reluctant to go to the royal capital, he still trains the army of the Essex Kingdom after all." Count Morloll said stubbornly.

The middle-aged man waved his hand and sighed, "The nobles won't agree, forget it, I'll figure it out myself."

In the conference hall, all three of them fell silent, each thinking about their own thoughts. In the middle of the night, Delores opened her mouth to break the silence.

"Uncle Charles, I heard that the autumn harvest is not good in the royal capital, how is the situation now?"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I can't help it. It was attacked by the East Anglorians once before, and part of the wheat fields were burned. I'm afraid it's going to be a tough winter."

Count Morlor's heart sank, and he subconsciously asked, "So, the next thing is going to be war?"

The middle-aged man nodded slightly and sighed, "It's really difficult for our Essex Kingdom to have a weak army, but we want to take the initiative to provoke a war."

He said apologetically, "Morol, don't blame me for being straightforward. How many troops do you have here to mobilize?"

Four fingers stretched out of Count Morlor's right hand. Looking at Count Morlor's response, the middle-aged man let out a long sigh and leaned back in his animal skin chair, not knowing what to say.

"Uncle Charles, if we take the initiative to attack the Kingdom of East Angloria, then the Mercians may intervene. The Kents might have attacked us too, and even ......," Deloris whispered.

"I know, but I can't help it. If we don't grab some food from other countries, we won't even be able to survive this winter, and a large number of people will starve to death. Instead of starving them to death, let's fight hard, and maybe have some life." The middle-aged man's face was full of amazement.

"In that case, I'll go with you with my son-in-law." Count Morol said firmly.

"Delores said the same concerns of mine." The middle-aged man had some concerns.

"Your Majesty, why don't you listen to his thoughts?"

Count Morol smiled and shouted out the door, "Call Aven in, we have something to look for him......