In just half a day, the order from the Duke's Mansion spread throughout the city and all the castles and military camps around it—and by noon the next day, all the generals and knights were fully armed and dressed in front of the square outside the Duke's Palace, and then they saw a scene that made all of them a little shocked.

In the past, the only people who were qualified to participate in the Duke of Hantu City to preside over the meeting were the commanders of each legion and the chief centurion, and at most there could be one chief flag officer, plus the duke's chief lieutenant general and chief flag officer, the number of people would definitely not exceed thirty, which was also the core group of the entire Hantu City legion commander.

But this time, in addition to the Legion Commander and Chief Centurion, there were even the Banner Commanders of each Legion, the Knights of the Holy Tree, the Knights of the Royal Family, and even the centurions of each Legion with more than ten years of experience - the number of people in the meeting expanded from less than thirty to nearly four hundred!

This is definitely a very terrible number, and it can almost be said that whatever Anson said today, every soldier will know it by tomorrow morning, and then spread it throughout the whole Hantu City as quickly as possible—it may not be a good thing for an army, not only for the heart of the army, but also for the heart and loyalty of every soldier.

Only Green Turn, and Edward understood what the little prince was planning to do - this was basically a complete showdown, so that some people who still had the opportunity to "pretend to be stupid" would initially have the last choice, whether to support the former lord of Berion, or the current Duke of Hantu City, Anson?!

There was a dead silence in the square, and only the sound of the wind blowing the tuxedo could be heard—two thousand soldiers of the Guards formed in a circle and sealed off the whole square, and Anson pushed off all the magnates and wealthy merchants who had come to ask for an audience except for the participants.

The outcome of this meeting. It will be a matter of success or failure for him - the little prince has eaten a hard meal before he begins, and then has the servants of the mansion dress him up and change into a new coat and coat, and the armor that was originally stained with blood and dirt is also wiped clean and shiny.

All for the sake of the outcome of this meeting - he wanted to make these soldiers completely kneel at his feet, so that they could see a full life. And the invincible commander, let them understand that only by following themselves can there be a future and hope!

And Greene Turn, of course, spared no effort to prepare for the little prince, and even made the final preparations - if these officers were still "obsessed" in the end, the two thousand hoplites of the Guards and the royal knights would use the most direct means to make them understand what "loyalty" was!

The once merciful commander of the capital has died at the gates of the royal palace on the hills of Marcherus, and now Greene Turn, a one-armed knight who can do anything to achieve his own goals for the sake of "loyalty". And the current situation no longer allows him to have any so-called bottom line and hesitation. Whether or not Anson can be guaranteed to be crowned successfully is the only thing he needs to consider!

"Why are you here?"

Empty streets, only ruins of mansions and a few wrecked gardens - once belonged to a famous wealthy merchant and chamber of commerce in the city, but this guy was a supporter of Berion, who was beheaded during the first round of purges, and still hangs on the top of a watchtower in one of the cities.

After the destruction of this once extravagant mansion, most of the remaining rubble and beams were removed by the surrounding residents to build their own houses, leaving only a fairly beautiful garden. Little by little, it is turning into a barren pond and a pile of weeds after no one takes care of it.

Dressed in a normal overall, Shrell Lightlane sat on a stone bench with only half of her life left as if she had run away from home. Leisurely looking at the pond that was already overgrown with weeds - but after seeing her long purple hair, I am afraid that no one could be mistaken.

"Our Chief Flag Officer, isn't he also qualified to attend the meeting?" Shrell, who was obviously seeing the pond and spoke lightly, had a playful smile on his face: "Why do you want to put such an important meeting and come to such a remote place to find me as a mercenary?"

"Because I think you're important...... All right. Let's be realistic. Seeing the other party's slanted gaze, Edward had to shrug his shoulders helplessly: "Because I know what His Highness Anson will say, I also know what Green Turnn will say, and I also know what decisions those knights and nobles will make...... It's just too boring to attend a conference like this. ”

"How do you know - you're not there, and those people can't tell you in advance what they're going to do. The little prince and the chief lieutenant may listen to you. But how can you be sure that the outcome will be as you expect?"

"The reason is very simple - you don't have to look at it, you don't need to get up early in the morning, and you know that tomorrow the sun will definitely rise in the east and set in the west - you don't need to know the principle, because it's a rule, prescribed. Edward smiled.

"Like this meeting?" the mercenary still stared at the surface of the pond, at Edward's smug expression reflected on it.

"It's like this meeting -- imagine a play, you know the beginning and you know the end, maybe the process changes a little bit because of the different actors, but the result doesn't change, I'm not interested in what I know. The black-haired knight's gaze slowly moved to the mercenary's body: "Now you are more curious to me?"

"Oh?" the corners of Shirell's mouth lifted slightly, "Your Excellency the Chief Flag Bearer is so curious about me, should I be flattered?"

"No, just tell me why. Edward's voice slowly calmed down: "Why...... Why haven't you left yet?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about. ”

"Then I'll make it a little clearer - the war in the land is over, and I have given you double the commission of the silver blood, and you can leave. Edward's gaze was resolute: "We don't need so many troops anymore. ”

"Yes, but it seems to me the opposite. The mercenary slowly turned her head and looked at Edward with the same fearlessness, "You should need a lot of troops right now, and good soldiers - there's going to be another big war soon, isn't it?"

"This is not your war. ”

"What war is there for us mercenaries?" Shirrell couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly. There was a strange brilliance in the pair of pitch-black pupils like Edward: "Remember the conditions you mentioned to me in Bright Star City?"

"You say you can offer a price that is more generous than any other employer, and more stable than everybody. Shirrell and Edward, who stood up, looked at each other almost at eye level: "That bad boy at the beginning is now married." ”

And what the bad boy said will never change—even now, I regret my night at Fort Clarrum. The corners of Edward's mouth raised: "I promise to pay you more than anyone else, I promise that the victory will be ours, but I don't guarantee that you will survive." ”

"You don't need to guarantee it. Shirrell snorted softly, arching his little nose with a hint of a little woman's pride: "We can guarantee our own lives." ”

"I'm absolutely convinced of that. Edward smiled and nodded, and before he could continue, a rush of footsteps outside the door broke the moment's calm, and the panting silver-haired wizard Marco Tasker stood there with a frightened look on his face, and a miserable smile on his face: "Sorry to disturb you, but I really have a very important piece of information to tell the honorable Lord Edward Wittwood!"

"I'm listening. Edward's expression slowly cooled: "Triumph has happened again?"

"No, not triumphantly. The silver-haired wizard's expression was unparalleled serious, with a hint of fear: "It's the Knights of the Sacred Tree-!!!" (To be continued.) )