The conversation did not last long, and after Duke Clark had declared his obedience to the king's orders, the cardinal stood up and ended the meeting, which was not pleasant. He had been silently watching the arguing of the nobles, observing their expressions.

Duke Clark noticed the bishop's ugly face, and he quickly summoned his attendants and arranged a comfortable room for the old man. The baron was about to leave with Jean-Jacques when Bishop Eugene tugged at the corner of his coat like a child. The others present saw this scene and tacitly turned a blind eye.

The baron followed the bishop into his room with his head bowed, and the attendant outside the door consciously closed the door gently. The light here is very good, and the sun shines warmly on people's bodies. "You summoned me for ・・・・・・?" the baron's mind was full of doubts, and he really couldn't figure out what His Excellency the Cardinal, with whom he could not communicate more than ten words, was doing.

"Sit down, my child. Eugene Quint seemed to see through the knight's doubts, and he bred himself up and explained, "I want to hear your opinion on the current situation. ”

Lildra was stunned, he had some views on the current situation, but it was scattered and fragmented. He did not know the inside of the kingdom, nor did he know the deployment of the Assunas, so he could only speculate on the basis of his predecessor's historical knowledge. "What do you think of Duke Clark's claim?" the bishop propped himself up on his elbows. The baron shook his head: "I don't know. But I don't think it's advisable to rush into action. ”

"Fort Clark represents the power of the kingdom's expansion. The Duke of Ramonard, on the other hand, is inextricably linked to many tribes in the steppe in terms of trade. The bishop continued to lean against the wall, "Our voices, not our own voices, and the so-called decisions are also mixed with too many interests and considerations. Tell me what you think, I'll listen. ”

The baron digested the bishop's words, he cleared his throat and began to express his opinion: "First of all, I think that it is important to help the king stabilize the situation in the Holy City and encircle the forces of the Duke of Lunición. Gather the power of your lords across the kingdom and fight them with a protracted battle with their fortified castles while attacking their supply lines. Behind us are several kingdoms, and the Asuna are a people of the steppes after all, and I think they will eventually retreat. ”

"Are you sure we can hold it?"

"The Assuna attack is fierce, but they lack a lot of siege equipment. Although Rostopher's enemies were just ordinary tribes, I think that was the basis of the Arsuna army, they were good at cavalry archery, and cavalry charges were also good hands, but siege was their weakness. ”

"What if the Asuna received a great deal of aid?" said the old bishop, as if in a dream. The baron looked at him sharply, who would help the Arsunas?

The bishop didn't speak again, his breathing became steady and rhythmic, and the trek during this time almost made the strong knights a little overwhelmed, not to mention the elderly bishop. The baron stomped as lightly as he could, and crept out of the room.

Jean Jacques was waiting for him there.

"Bishop Eugene is known for his penchant for bringing young people around. Lildra, don't you think of going to the convent to preach the gospel?" the old knight teased him with a little envy. "I still like to use the sword to spread the gospel of the Father. The baron replied. The old knight didn't intend to continue the joke, his face became serious: "Duke Clark has decided to go to the Holy City to meet the king. We're going to hurry back to the Holy Castle and deal with that bastard of Lunicion. ”

"What about Rothdorf?" the baron remembered the freckled little squire.

"The Duke promised us to send troops there. Pack your bags, it's just the two of us!"

After changing horses, the baron couldn't help but yawn, if he was an ordinary battery seven, Jean Jacques was undoubtedly a gathering ring. Suppressing the grumbling in his heart, the baron kept saying in his heart that it was like practicing endurance, and spat at the old knight's back. After instructing the castle's attendants to take care of his master's white horse, Lildra looked out at the castle, where there were plenty of empty rooms waiting for him to ravage.

After so many days on the go, the baron just wanted to get a good night's sleep in the soft velvet bed and eat a fresh meal.

Well, it's destined to be just an idea.

He passed by a bunch of horsemen as he left the city, and the other party didn't notice the baron in the robes of the knights of the Holy City,

At a glance, Lildella recognized the leading knight, the drunken nobleman with whom he had a conflict, Viscount Mandela Anthony, the villain who tried to snatch Herlo.

"Do you know him, Anthony the duck?" the old knight noticed his gaze and followed his gaze to see Mandela's back.

"Anthony the Duck?" asked the baron curiously. "It's just a kid who relies on women to get on the throne, but his martial arts are still so-so. Jean Jacques pouted angrily, "It's both on (that) and under (that)." ”

The baron quickly left Viscount Mandela behind, there were so many things to do that there was no need to entangle with a local nobleman, just thinking of Helo made his already not very relaxed mood a little heavier.

"Hey, old man, I suddenly want to eat fruit. ”

The Holy Castle was still bustling with activity, and the barons and old knights who had returned here had just entered the city when they received an order summoned by the king.

The baron didn't even have time to change out of his dusty burqa, when he was dragged by the knights of the royal family towards the fort of Mongiza. "I've been waiting here for days. The royal knight said.

Completely oblivious to the knight's complaining eyes, the baron walked away and desperately stuffed fresh fruit into his mouth, while the stunned merchant behind him stared at the sudden extra gold coin in his hand.

During the trip, I was fed up with the jerky that had changed its flavor and the "clear water" that tasted like cooking oil.

By the time the king saw them, the baron was still struggling with a pile of apples. Laughing and laughing as his only two men nearly choked on the fruit, Mongisa V waved his hand and asked his attendant to bring a jug of water.

It was only then that the baron noticed that the little king had come to the door of the castle hall and was waiting for him. Jean-Jacques did not remind him that he was kneeling on one knee and kissing the king's ring.

"Alright, you drink water first, I don't want my knight to be called for a few apples. Then I will not be the most ridiculous king, but you must be the most ridiculous knight. "Mongisa V was dressed in a white robe, and the royal coat of arms stood out on his chest. "You must have done my job, Apple Knight, right?"

The baron swallowed the flesh of the apple with difficulty, and Mongisa V had already descended the steps, walked to his side, and put his hand on Jean-Jacques's dirty burqa: "Thank you. ”

The old knight bent down deeply.

The king did not inquire about the details of the mission, but looked around the empty courtyard, leaned down, and said in a voice that only the three of them could hear:

"It's time for my brother-in-law to bow down. ”