Month, 7 p.m

Night is approaching, the moon is dark and the wind is high

On the Place des Knights of the Paris Military Academy, a few kerosene lamp posts stood on the edge of the square, and the faint light reflected the shadows of more than 500 people in pitch black.

More than 500 of them were all cadet-soldier uniforms, wearing officers' long swords on their left waist and standard pistols on their right waists.

There was also a sudden aura of slaughter on the square, and those unrelated students didn't even have the mind to watch when they saw this momentum, so they hurried out of the knight's square with a quick pace.

Despite the crowd in the square, there was no whisper, and everyone looked silently at Charles Polnaba, who was on the stage, anticipating the unusual circumstances of the situation, and waiting for the chief's speech.

On the podium, Lawrence nodded to Crown Prince Louis and Duke Charles beside him, and took out his pocket watch to look at it.

Although Lawrence ordered the assembly within two hours, in less than an hour, all the members of the 21st Cadet Camp and the Shire Gang had already assembled here.

This unit, made up of reserve officers, is definitely an elite army no matter where it is placed.

Seeing that the personnel had basically arrived, Lawrence no longer rubbed down, stepped forward and said in a deep voice:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to disturb your rest, but as members of the Paris Military Academy, we are now facing an unprecedented humiliation."

Everyone listened intently, and even those senior students had never encountered such a situation.

Lawrence looked around at the crowd and clenched his fists and said hatefully:

"The shameless Count of Isaac has openly kidnapped our closest companion, the impartial President of the Students' Union, and the unscrupulous leader of the Gang, Monsieur Berthier."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the audience, and although everyone did not make a sound, the shock on their faces was enough to show that this incident was unexpected.

Berthière had a high reputation within the gang and among his contemporaries, especially those who received financial aid, and the credit went directly to Charles and Berthier.

They never imagined that the Earl of Isaac would forcibly take away the respected president of the Student Association.

After a brief account of the Count of Isaac's deeds, Lawrence, who was on stage, then raised his arms and shouted:

"This is a provocation, but also a humiliation, and a blatant trampling on the dignity of our cadets! We are holy soldiers, defenders of the kingdom, and what power and audacity does Count Isaac have to kidnap an inviolable soldier! Such an insult will never be accepted by I, Charles Polnaba!"

The stirring words echoed in everyone's ears, and the sense of identity of the same cadet linked everyone together, and many people clenched their fists together, quite touched by these words.

They were both proud of their military status, proud of their uniforms, and even if the other was an earl, they could not accept such an arrogant behavior of the other party.

However, there are also a considerable number of students with hesitation on their faces.

They probably guessed the meaning of Charles Polnaba's words, which was to lead the crowd directly against the Count of Isaac.

Not to mention that such an act will inevitably offend a powerful earl to death, just within the school, the school committee must not have authorized this operation, all this is most likely Charles Polnaba's own initiative, if you rashly follow him, maybe there is a risk of being expelled from the military academy or even imprisoned.

Besides, Count Isaac was provoked by Charles Polnaba himself, is it really necessary for me to follow him to fight against Count Isaac?

Such risks and considerations made many people hesitate, and they couldn't help but bow their heads and ponder, and they didn't dare to make a rash statement.

Lawrence naturally could also anticipate the reaction of this group of students, so he added loudly:

"Of course, this time we are facing the governor of the town of Torsi, the count of the Isaac family, and this is a formidable enemy, and we will even be able to do it

fall into a situation from which there is no return; I also know that it is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and you all have a bright future, and you don't have to fight for your future to accompany you in this journey."

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, Lawrence raised the pocket watch in his hand, and then turned around in public, turning his back to the group:

"From this moment on, you have three minutes to leave on your own, and I fully understand and promise not to pursue any action against those who leave voluntarily."

Duke Charles and Crown Prince Louis on the stage also reacted after a short pause, and turned around with Lawrence, turning their backs to everyone in the audience.

The hands on the pocket watch were ticking, and many students were also looking at each other blankly, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

Join the pebbles in the fight against the Earl of Isak? However, none of the students present were sure that they would be able to escape the post-liquidation and accountability.

Silently turning away here? Although Charles Polnaba has promised that he will not be held accountable, and everyone believes in his character, there is no doubt that only those who choose to stay at this moment will become the core members of the Charr Gang in the future.

The three-minute countdown had already begun, and despite all the struggles, the students gritted their teeth and began to make their choices.

Gradually, there was a sound of small footsteps in the Knights' Square.

Crown Prince Louis was tempted to turn his head to see how many people were left in the square, but he tried his best to resist the urge before the time was up.

Lawrence, on the other hand, stared silently at the pocket watch in his hand, staring intently at the time.

Soon, three minutes passed quietly, and in fact, from the first minute onwards, there were no footsteps in the square.

Lawrence put his pocket watch in his pocket, turned around and glanced at the somewhat fragmented team in the audience, and smiled with satisfaction:

"About three hundred left?"

On the Knight's Square, the neat and majestic team seemed a little scattered at the moment, about half of the students chose to leave within the first minute, and the remaining three hundred people still chose to stand here after silently enduring three minutes of inner torment.

Many of them had some familiar faces, Lawrence, and most of them were probably members of the Charles.

To be honest, it was a surprise to Lawrence that there were so many people left, and it seems that Bertier did put great care into the selection of members.

"Battalion commander!"

I don't know if it's because of nervousness, a student's voice seemed a little trembling, but his proud posture was extremely strong:

"I will not sit idly by while President Berthier does something, he has done so much for the gang, and now is the time for us to lend a helping hand to him, and help each other, right now!"

These students, who resolutely chose to stay where they were, all had almost the same thought in their hearts:

If they can't share hardships at this moment, then there will be no way to talk about happiness in the future, and if the gang falls apart in the face of the first crisis, then the concept of mutual aid that they believe in will be reduced to a joke.

And his words instantly resonated among the students, and everyone also had resolute faces and echoed loudly, and the sound was higher than a while:

"Mutual aid, right now!"

"Mutual aid, right now!"

Bathed in this majestic momentum, even Crown Prince Louis and Duke Charles subconsciously glanced at each other, and then couldn't help but raise their right arms and join in and shout:

"Mutual aid, right now!"

Almost at the same time, the town of Torcy under Paris, the Luna Lake estate.

This historic and magnificent manor house has stood on the outskirts of Paris for more than 200 years, and the main building of the manor has been renovated and expanded over the years to resemble a small and exquisite chateau.

Gardens, orchards, mills, and other facilities are readily available, including dozens of acres of fertile land around the main building.

And the Earl of Isaac, who occupies this fertile land, is therefore considered to be a wealthy party, just a tenant farmer and a domestic servant who works on the manor

There were more than 200 men, and he even had the spare money to form a small but well-equipped private guard, which he claimed to be the guard of the manor.

On weekdays, the Count of Isak pays a fortune to invite the Parisian theatre troupe to perform at the Luna Manor, but tonight he has a more important business to attend to.

In the hall of the main building of the manor, bright candlelight and oil lamps reflect the whole hall in a warm yellow.

The brow-browed, plump Count Isaac hummed a little song with ease, shaking the goblet in his hand while playfully looking at Bertier, whose hands were tied and his face was covered in dirt.

It is clear that the Count of Isaac did not invite Berthière to the estate by any gentle means.

Behind the Count stood a young man covered in bandages and still injured, who was beaten by the Lawrence trio on his first day of school.

Compared with his father's lightheartedness, Gul was much more irritable, and he stared at Bertier in front of him through gritted teeth, and in the time he was recuperating from his injuries, he had already carved into his mind the appearance of the four people in the school building that day.

After a long wait, Gul glanced at the clock in the hall, slammed his fist on the table, and said fiercely:

"Father, I don't think those three fools will take the initiative to send them to the door, their hatred will be talked about later, I will give this kid first."

Berthier glanced at Gul silently, then closed his eyes calmly, with neither cowardice nor remorse in his expression, but said silently in his heart:

"Charles, you shouldn't be impulsive enough to come in person, Count Isaac won't dare to do anything to me anytime soon, contact my father and the school as soon as possible, and put pressure on Count Isaac through them, as long as I stay for this time, I should be able to leave this manor soon."

Although Berthier had anticipated the painful ordeal he was going through, he was confident that Charles Polnaba would make the right choice and put pressure on him to get out of here.

The Count of Isaac playfully took a sip of champagne, stared at Berthière and sneered:

"Boy, didn't you think of this moment when you beat up my son with those three fools, you should be glad you have a lieutenant colonel father, otherwise you would have been buried outside to fertilize the wheat."

Count Isaac was also extremely resentful of his son's dismissal from school.

It's not that Gul's injuries are serious, but the fact that Count Isaac's eldest son was beaten out of school has long been spread in his circles, which makes the already vain Count Isaac completely disgraced.

On several occasions, Count Isaac had even met his subordinates in the town of Torsi and were secretly discussing the matter behind their backs.

If it weren't for the fact that he had no time to deal with the land dispute with the Invalides some time ago, he would have wanted to cut those four beasts with his own hands.

In the hall, the Count of Isaac shook the champagne in his glass again, he naturally liked the pleasure of being in control, especially the pleasure of playing with the enemy, so he nodded to Gul:

"Okay, my kid, let's vent some of my anger first, but don't be too ruthless, the other three can be tortured at will, but this kid still has to spare his life."

In the Count of Isaac's investigation, the only thing in front of him was that Bertier's background needed to be paid a little attention, and the other three untouchables from other places had no scruples at all.

As long as there is no obvious circumstance, the Paris Military Academy will not be able to investigate the disappearance of the three cadets, even if everyone knows that this is the work of the Count of Isaac, but the Military Academy will not oppose him for the sake of three civilians.

Gul, who received his father's consent, couldn't help but have a sneer on his face, of course he knew what it meant to spare the other party's life, as long as it didn't kill or cripple, the rest could be played casually.

The arrogant Gul immediately summoned two servants and dragged the struggling but calm Bertier into a hidden basement.

Many aristocratic mansions had such dungeons, which were used to imprison and torture disobedient servants, and occasionally imprisoned some shady figures in their own mansions, as was the case with Uga Coumas in Choiseul

The duke's dungeon was subjected to inhuman torture.

The Count of Isaac continued to sit in the hall and sip his wine, with a smug smile on his lips:

"Then I'll wait for the other three guests, I hope they can make the appointment as scheduled, but I heard that they left the invitation letter because of their great righteousness, don't let me down, hmph, I heard that they also got some kind of gang, it's ridiculous."

Feeling that everything was under control, the Count of Isaac was in a good mood at the moment, and he had already planned to cut off the limbs of the three mudbloods, bury them alive in the garden, let the insects eat their bodies, and finally let them rot alive in the earth and turn them into nutrients for his own flowers.

As Count Isaac reflected on his torture plan and wondered if he could make the process more painful, his butler hurried up to him.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency!"

I saw the anxious butler trotting in from outside, and shouted at a loss:

"There's a bunch of people outside the manor."

"Ah, my guests." The Count of Isaac drank the champagne from his glass in a cheerful manner, got up gracefully and pompously, stretched, and laughed:

"It's finally here, let's go, I'll entertain them personally."

"It's not a big man, it doesn't seem like it's your guest from outside."

The butler glanced cautiously at the Count of Isaac, swallowed hard, and said:

"It's an army."