At 4 p.m., in a howling wind, a horse-drawn carriage drove out of New Ross and headed east along the road outside the city.

Horseshoe prints are all over the path, dense and straight forward, as if a large number of horses had passed by not long ago.

"Bishop Fowler, it's been a while since they've been on their way, and we have to hurry."

In the carriage, Mavey held a map of Wexfordshire, and after making sure they were in the right direction, he knocked on the window.

Sitting in front of the car, completely exposed to the cold wind, wrapped in a thick cotton wool coat, with a scarf around his neck and a cotton hat on his head, even so, he shivered from the cold.

Dongdong!

"Damn, why is it always me who is driving the car?"

Hearing the knock on the window, the communication grumbled, and shook the reins vigorously as he poured a mouthful of inferior brandy.

"Drive!"

Because this time the situation was different, not only Bishop Fowler brought all his family with him, but the Church of Truth also sent an army. said that it was the whole army, but in fact, there were only three people and two cats when it was full, and this was already the strongest lineup they could come up with.

Whenever he saw the two familiar faces of Fat Orange and Xiao Hei, Ma Wei always sighed that the strength of the Truth Church was weak, and the combat strength could be counted on one hand, how could it compete with the big church?

Even with the blessing of the Cat Legion, the depth of membership of the Church of Truth is still a little pale.

Manpower expansion is imminent.

More than twenty kilometers in front of the path where the four-wheeled carriage was galloping, and a cavalry team flying the banner of the Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny was equally fast, not slow at all.

In the middle of the procession, in a four-wheeled carriage, Bishop Fowler, Yin Flin in a hooded robe, and Baron Bill sat face to face, each with different expressions.

"Bishop Fowler, why don't we take the train?"

Baron Bill, who was already aware of the situation, asked curiously, "Isn't it faster to use the railway to rush to Roselaire?" ”

"In terms of the speed of getting to Rosslaire, it's true that the train is faster, but we have to consider other details."

Bishop Fowler shook his head with his hands in his white robes, and said with a straight face: "The horses of the Knights are all carefully selected thoroughbreds, this kind of horse is the fastest within 5 kilometers, extremely explosive, quick and not manic, it is the best escape at present... Well, in short, we have to consider not only the time of arrival in Rosslaire, but also the terrain that we may pass through afterwards, and if it is a place that cannot be passed by rail, the importance of horses is needless to say. ”

"Oh..."

Baron Bill nodded and changed the subject: "Bishop Fowler, there is something I am very puzzled about. ”

"Please."

"According to the guards' report, in the past few days, some suspicious people have appeared near our house, do you know about this?"

"Someone with a suspicious look?" Bishop Fowler looked surprised: "There is such a thing? ”

Baron Bill looked at him deeply, smiled and said, "If you don't know, forget it, it's not a big deal." ”

"It's still necessary to be vigilant." Bishop Fowler said: "After all, no one knows what the other has in mind... If you don't mind, Baron Bill, when this matter is over, the Church of the Three Goddesses of Fate is willing to send 50 knights to protect the safety of Your Excellency's mansion day and night. ”

"Yes, no one knows what the other party's purpose is..."

Rubbing the gold ring on his finger, Baron Bill said meaningfully: "Let's talk about it when we go back, what is the situation on Roselyer's side is not certain." ”

During their conversation, the Holy Maiden Yin Vlin, hidden in a hooded robe, folded her hands in front of her, gracefully dignified, did not say a word, as if she was not interested in the confrontation between Bishop Fowler and Baron Bill.

Roseslet City is located southeast of Wexford City, only 40 kilometers away from New Ross City, according to the normal speed, two hours on horseback can be reached, but due to the strong explosiveness of thoroughbreds and lack of stamina, it took Bishop Fowler and others two and a half hours to arrive at the army camp outside Rosesle.

It was dark, the wind was strong, and the visibility was extremely poor, and it was not until the knights approached a distance of 500 meters that the camp sentry discovered their traces, and when they saw this team of more than 300 people, the sentry was startled and immediately rang the guard bell.

Ding Ding Ding!

Ding Ding Ding!

The bell did not come far before it was muffled by the whistling wind, but even so, many patrol soldiers who heard the bell rushed over, the first one riding a tall horse, wearing a red shirt uniform, a long sword at his waist, and a Deletse bolt-action rifle on his shoulder, he led several soldiers to the camp gate, looked at the hundreds of shadows standing in the wind and dust, drew a revolver, and motioned for a soldier to come forward and ask questions.

Both sides were vigilant and did not take rash action, after all, no one wanted to be suddenly shot and injured by their own people or something... Definitely not an honor.

"Sir! The other party claims to be Bishop Fowler of the Church of the Three Goddesses of Fate, and Bill David! The soldier who had gone to question him ran back and said.

"Bill David?"

The chief frowned, raised his arms and motioned for the soldiers not to shoot, and rode out of the camp alone, and came to the ranks of the Knights, and when he got closer, he finally saw the figure of Bishop Fowler.

"Baron Bill, it's really you!" The chief looked surprised and said, "Why did you come here suddenly, and what are these people doing?" ”

"Lieutenant Still, long time no see."

Baron Bill greeted him and briefly explained the ins and outs: "That's pretty much the case, we need the help of the Roselier Army to investigate something." ”

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

Lieutenant Stilde Ritter, the knight to whom Casim Cecil was loyal, was about to speak, when he ate a mouthful of sand, spit it out a few mouthfuls, put away his revolver, waved his hand, and said, "What the damn weather!" Baron Bill, Bishop Fowler, come in first. ”

Entering the warm wooden barracks, Steele took off his hat and put it on the table, shook off the dust from his body, took a bottle of aged whiskey himself, and poured a glass for Bishop Fowler, Baron Bill, and Yin Vlin.

Normally, it would be impossible for the West Island, with its large vegetation area, to produce such a large amount of sandstorm, but the scope of this storm was so large that it felt like a three-foot scrape, which caused the area around the camp where the vegetation was eradicated to become a hard-hit area.

Sitting in front of the stove, Steele picked up a defured sandpiper on his plate, put on an iron stick, put it on the stove and rotated it, and while roasting, he glanced at Bishop Fowler and Yin Fulin, and asked, "Have you brought the transfer documents signed by the king and the council?" ”

"Nope." Baron Bill replied truthfully: "The situation is urgent, and the document is being signed. ”

Stille nodded lightly, and did not directly refute the request for troop transfer, but asked, "What happened to urgently transfer troops?" Could it be that there is a rebellion somewhere? ”

"It can be understood that way." Bishop Fowler said.

"Where is the rebellion?"

"I don't know yet, I've already sent someone to investigate."

“......”

The Sandpiper was bubbling with oil under the fire, and Still's eyes became strange when he looked at Bishop Fowler.

Don't know where the rebellion is but know there's a rebellion?

It's a contradiction!

What about playing people like fools?

For the sake of Baron Bill's face, he did not scold people on the spot, but he had already greeted the three generations of Bishop Fowler's ancestors in his heart.

Eventually, Steel's gaze turned to Baron Bill, who was sipping a drink, as if asking what he meant.

"I think Bishop Fowler's concern is not unreasonable." Baron Bill reminded vaguely: "No one can say for sure about such a thing as rebellion, and you can take the initiative in advance after all, right?" ”

“.... All right. ”

Still, hearing the meaning of Baron Bill's words, nodded heavily, handed the half-roasted Sandpiper to the attendant on the side, got up and said, "I'll go to Captain Wellesley." ”

On a hillside outside the army camp in Roselair, Mavi lowered his binoculars and said to the source who was leaning against the trunk of a tree and drinking: "They have entered the camp, and if nothing else, they should be able to get help from the army." ”

"Which legion is stationed here?"

"The Roselear Front, with Earl Podel Wellesley as the rank of commander and commander, has six redwood infantry regiments, including the 109th, 122nd, 137th, 158th, 172nd, and 181st, as well as two artillery regiments, a grenadier regiment, and a guards dragoon regiment, each regiment is divided into battalions, companies, and platoons, with 4,000-5,000 soldiers, with a total number of about 5w soldiers, nicknamed the old peasant in the country." Mavi elaborated on the formation of the legion below.

"An old peasant in the country?" The communication was stunned for a moment: "Why such a nickname? ”

"Because the Rossleback Front has been stationed in the West Island for decades, it does not participate in any battles, and it belongs to the reserve army of the reserve army, which is no different from pension."

"It was a custom in the army to be nicknamed, and in addition to the old peasants in the country, there were also the regiments of fruit growers who ran to pick cherries because they were hungry and the enemy came, the regiment of the emperor's maids, named after the capture of Joseph Bonama's night pot in the Battle of Victoria, and the philosophical regiment with a different sexual orientation... This group of troops can't fight, and they are more ruthless than the other. ”

“.......”

was about to laugh at the message, but suddenly found that Ma Wei's expression was not quite right, his eyes rolled, and he asked tentatively: "Then boss, when you served in the army before, did you have any nickname?" ”

"Nope."

"Really?"

"I said no, no, no."

With a spit, Mavi turned back to the carriage, took out the ingredients and a large cauldron that had been shrunk by disguise magic, picked up some firewood nearby, and skillfully lit a fire to prepare dinner.

He asked Mrs. Cecil to prepare some sliced beef, potatoes, onions, carrots, and a bottle full of curry sauce to cook a pot of curry to fulfill his promise to Unia.

He has always been a man of promise, and the first page of the Book of Truth clearly states that believers should keep their promises, which in his view is the principle and the bottom line.

"Shall you eat now?" The source glanced at the time and saw that it was not yet 6 p.m.: "Is it too early?" ”

"It takes some time for the army to move, doesn't it mean that you can go, why don't you take advantage of this time to eat, and when they leave, let's go hungry and follow?" Ma Wei glared at him: "Don't stand there, go pick up some more firewood and come back." ”

"Oh...."

Just as the communication turned to collect firewood...

A fast horse scurried out of the path in the distance and headed straight for the camp below.