In the command tower of the fortress in the Green River Valley, the silver-haired wizard Marco Tasker, who supervised the entire fortress on behalf of Edward, also looked helplessly at the military order that was urgently sent in his hand, and the handwriting flying on the parchment was enough to show how anxious and eager the owner of the letter was when he sent it, and it was obvious that he couldn't wait.

But again, Mark knew very well what Edward's plan was - it would be in Edward's best interest to survive the winter anyway and wait until the beginning of spring to march again. By that time he would have a complete and powerful legion at his disposal, enough to give him a place to be reckoned with in the army of His Highness Anson Marcherus.

During Edward's absence, Marco Tasker had been dealing with the upper nobles of the Green River Valley - although Edward only nominally had the right to manage the fortress, this did not mean that he could not slowly take over the Green Valley and manage it into a more stable rear, after all, in such a remote territory of the kingdom, military power was more effective than any name or title.

It was also thanks to the constant supply from the rear that Edward's army did not collapse due to the cold and repeated night raids - more of the food stored in the fortress was scavenged by Marco Tasker from the Green River Valley, and then Duke Anson Marcherus collected taxes from those towns in the name of Duke Anson Marcherus to subsidize Edward's huge deficit.

As for whether the little prince Anson knew that he had collected taxes in advance in the Green River Valley for so many years, I am afraid that only the Radiant Cross knew.

At the same time, the Goodwin Chamber of Commerce from the south and the lords who wanted to make a fortune. He also made a lot of money from the trade in the Green River Valley - relying on the privilege of the chief flag officer. For these southern caravans, the towns of the Green Valley are exempt from taxes. Relying on these Edwards, he has a relatively stable logistics support and a sufficient supply of troops.

"Your Excellency Marco Tasker, the messenger of His Highness Anson is still waiting for you outside. Virgil, the clerk standing in front of her, saw that the silver-haired wizard was a little out of the world, and quickly reminded him: "Shouldn't you go and see him?"

"Tell him that I've sent four of the best cavalrymen in the entire fortress to deliver the letter, and don't worry that Lord Edward won't receive it. The silver-haired wizard rolled his eyes: "If this noble lord is really that worried. He should go with him to the Red Horse Canyon!"

"But ......"

"Nothing but that, since he is unwilling to leave the safe and comfortable fortress and head to the cold and dangerous Red Horse Canyon, he should wait for news until Lord Edward Witwood returns. The corners of Marco's mouth curled, and he smiled meaningfully, "I think you should figure out who you're working for, Clerk Virgil Brutus." ”

“...... I understand. The clerk, who was choked by the silver-haired wizard to the point that he couldn't even speak, nodded and turned away, glancing at it with some trepidation, until he was sure that the guy named Marco was not peeking at him. I left the room with peace of mind.

"What a ...... I can't help but be lonely. Smiling helplessly, Marco filled his teacup: "Why don't you want to be down-to-earth." What about working for Lord Edward?"

As the leader of the Blood Banner Brotherhood and a master of intelligence, Marco Tasker certainly knows a little about the current situation in the city, and knows very well why Green Turn's special letter was sent to the valley by a knight from a noble young master of Turin.

Judging from the rumors heard by the silver-haired wizard, after relieving the danger of the soldiers of Hantu City, the huge army did not move again, watching as the barbarian warriors wandering in the wilderness swallowed up the fertile land that had been swept away by the Duke of Berion, and one after another the barbarian tribes joined their command and became part of this rebellion.

Maybe in a month, maybe a year, these barbarian tribes will gradually unite under the threat of the Turines, and become a kingdom to be reckoned with, and then the whole land will be stripped from the territory of the kingdom!

He wanted to show his ambitions, wash away his infamy and the guilt he shouldn't have bought, and hope to make the family name shine again and be proud of him, but the reality was that the chief lieutenant had little room to play, and only then did he think of Edward, who was still far away in the green valley.

"What a poor fellow!" Marco Tasker smiled contemptuously as he lazily picked up the teacup on the table, touching the tip of the knife next to his neck.

"Are you still in the mood to laugh at others?"

Some cold voices came from behind him, but the silver-haired wizard didn't seem to hear it, not caring at all that the blade was about to reach his throat, and drank his tea in a leisurely manner: "I don't mean to laugh at him, in fact I have great respect for him - Lord Greene Turnn is a true knight, more qualified than many others." ”

"Liars. He snorted lightly, but still put the dagger away, and the cold-faced Ovina's face glared at him - back in Turin City, this female assassin knew how powerful this guy was, and even if she was completely prepared, she would still be discovered by this guy.

"What, you're not going to kill me?" Looking at Oweina's expressionless posture, Marco, who pretended to be panicked, quickly patted his chest: "It really scared me - it's much more reassuring now!"

"Hypocrisy. Orwina stared at Marco Tasker, who was sitting there, "When will Edward Witwood return?"

"How do I know - I am only his humble servant, or an inconspicuous one of many servants. The silver-haired wizard shrugged his shoulders and teased, "And Lord Edward is still conquering those damned Akama Clan barbarians, maybe ...... Probably...... Maybe...... You can't come back anytime soon, and you know how hateful and evil those barbarians are, and it will definitely take a lot of time to defeat them!"

"Oh...... I'm sorry, I forgot that you're also from Hantu, and I heard that your clan and the Red Horse Clan are quite close, right, so I shouldn't have said anything bad about the Red Horse Clan!Uh...... All in all, they're brave, well, yes, I mean, burning, killing, and plundering should be considered brave, after all, ......"

"Bang!"

White light flashed, and the sharp dagger pierced through a dozen layers of parchment and nailed to Marco's table. Unable to bear it, Orwina glared angrily at the silver-haired wizard, panting like an angry lioness: "I only ask one thing, is Edward Witwood not going to fulfill his promise?"

"What agreement?" said Marco, still playing dumb.

"Help us, help the little master of Renault revive the ancient Black Eagle clan, you promised," Orwina roared, "but for now, all you have to do is sweep around and turn those ancient tribes to ashes, and turn the proud Hannfolk into slaves of your Turines, and rob them of the wealth they have accumulated for decades and centuries, and fill the pockets of your Edward master!"

"Yes, Lord Edward agreed. Marco nodded, but then changed the subject: "But the lord didn't say in what way, or when." ”

"What's the difference between that and not being willing to fulfill an agreement?!"

"That's the difference, dear Miss Orwina. Marco Tasker stood up without any care, walked up to the girl, pinched her face, and looked at the angry but helpless eyes: "You are just an extinct tribe, and you can only survive on the strength of adults, so don't expect too much." ”

"What I just said to the clerk is actually for you—always remember that you are not a collaborator of Lord Edward Witwood, you are only attached to his vassals, and do not expect too much!" )