In the time that followed, Virgil coped with all the paperwork he was supposed to do, and even managed to "get out" a lot of information from Edward's mouth that seemed to him to be incredible.

His Excellency the honorable "Chief Flag Officer" was actually much younger than he looked, and his original identity was the attendant military attache of the "His Royal Highness Anson", which is why he was given such an important title to take over the fortress of the Green Valley.

Words such as "cronyism" and "youthful frivolity" immediately appeared in Virgil Brutus's mind - the Lord Edward in front of him, who had just saved him, suddenly became a wealthy family with a deep background in his eyes, and it was probably the descendant of some great nobleman of Turin, otherwise how could he have such a high title at such a young age?

As for the Knights of the Sacred Tree - the reason is even simpler, since they are the cronies and "playmates" of His Highness Anson (Virgil's speculation), it is not impossible to hand over this important heavy cavalry to him. The clerk, who was still finding a new backer for himself, suddenly had the illusion of falling into the abyss.

Lost in spirit, Virgil left the commander's room like a walking corpse, leaving the command tower under Ludwig's watch, completely devoid of the joy and joy he had felt when he had survived the day before, but could not help but worry about his future.

The thought of the confident expression on the face of the Chief Flag Officer made Virgil feel more and more frightened - would this arrogant and boundless fellow be destroyed with the entire Banner Legion?

"You seem to be looking very strange, what's going on?" a voice suddenly came from behind. Scared Virgil half to death. Turn around. I saw that Lebinus was leaning against the door, as if he was roasting a fire, looking at himself a little tiredly.

The registrar breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his sweat, and the corners of his mouth twitched a little: "No, nothing, I'm just too tired, you also know how much has happened today, it's really a glorious cross blessing to survive, ahhh......h

"You've just met the Chief Flag Bearer, haven't you?"

Liberdinus's words made Virgil's tongue feel like a knot. I couldn't say a word. He let out a long sigh, "What exactly do you want to ask?"

"Nothing, just curiosity. Recinus shook his head, and then said something that made Virgil's eyes widen in surprise: "I intend to continue working in the Legion...... No, I intend to pledge allegiance to Lord Edward Witwood!"

"Why?!" the clerk's eyes widened, "Lessinus, you are not like us! Your father is a Turin nobleman, if it weren't for the fact that this damn fortress of the Green River Valley is surrounded, you would have gone back and inherited your father's title, and the wind blew outside that warm harbor, enjoying the warm afternoon sun, where would you have to stay in the legion and wait for death like us?!"

"Because that's what I want. Repinus shook his head in silence. The bruised eyes slowly drooped, but they always contained that light full of murderous intent: "It's impossible for me to see my father die in such a place." and not to avenge him. I knew it was going to be hard, but I had to do it because I was his son, his only son!"

"I will find that war tribe, and then catch the real murderer of my father, kill him, and make him pay! This is not my right, this is my obligation, not even the Radiant Cross can stop me from completing the divine revenge!"

Speaking of this, Liberdinus, who had been calm just now, clenched his fists tightly, and seeing the angry fire in the young man's eyes, Virgil Brutus had nothing else to say except sigh.

Old Lebinus, though not a brave fellow, was indeed a flag leader who was respected by many, tolerant and gentle, and though he usually seemed a little weak, he was definitely a respectable elder. Except for the occasional grumbling that the regiment commander Isat said that he was a coward and did not dare to fight the battlefield, no one would accuse him of anything, after all, the Battle Banner Legion was just an auxiliary corps, and no one would lose their lives for no reason.

But such a banner commander, who was usually a little weak, died on the battlefield in the end in order to find a way to survive for the brethren of the legion, and the clerk Virgil could not think of any other words except admiration.

"Besides...... I've always felt that this new Edward Wetwood isn't as bad as you think. Lerbinus suddenly said: "There should be a reason why he is so confident." ”

"Perhaps, but all I'm seeing is a gentleman. Speaking of this, Virgil couldn't help but sneer, and sneered: "That's not like any self-confidence, it's arrogant at all, the arrogance of the people of the capital, and they don't take the Hantu people as the same thing at all!"

Speaking of this, Virgil couldn't help but talk eloquently: "If you want me to say, I'm afraid that in this guy's eyes, the townspeople of those towns will obediently give everything they have, as long as he, the chief flag officer, is there in person - it's no wonder that when traveling with His Royal Highness the Prince, I'm afraid that all the towns he has visited will make them guests, and there is no need to think about such trivial things as 'logistics'!"

The grumbling clerk was still complaining, but it was Repinus who fell silent, scratched his head and stopped listening to those words, but remained silent.

In his opinion, the lord must not have been bad enough to do this--how could a man who could turn the tide of the situation on the battlefield with a hundred hoplites, and even save an entire fortress, be an arrogant fool?

Especially his actions - in other words, the first reaction of anyone in such a situation is definitely to keep the fortress first, and he wants to annihilate the entire barbarian tribe, such arrogance may be what he should really follow - Lepinus can't help but think that if he wants revenge, maybe it is his best choice!

And they were not the only two of them who had the same concerns—the soldiers of the entire fortress of the Green River Valley had spent long nights tossing and turning, but they had fallen asleep in exhaustion, and only those who were still worried about these things still frowned in the darkness.

"As you can imagine, Lord Edward, at least half of the barracks will probably not be able to sleep tonight. Ludwig Dorian stood in the back, looking at the back of his allegiance master by the window: "I am afraid it is only unknown how many people will believe what you have declared today. ”

"Don't comfort me, dear Ludwig—I'm sure they're all thinking I'm a liar today. Edward smiled a little self-deprecatingly, "I'm afraid I don't think I'll be able to fulfill such a huge promise with only the Knights of the Sacred Tree." ”

"In three days' time, the rearguard army led by Marco Tasker and Allen will be able to reach the fortress of the Green Valley, and in half a month, little Goodwin from Fort Hague will be able to appear in the town of Hantu with a caravan from the south - if all goes well, they will understand that what I am saying is not a lie. Edward shook his head slightly: "And this time will also be the best opportunity to test these guys." ”

"I have serious doubts about how many of these scumbags are truly worthy of my trust and loyal to me, and which of the rest are the diehards of Berrion Marchelus, but I cannot completely rule out that possibility. ”

"How about we make a bet, dear Ludwig?" Turning back suddenly, Edward asked with a mocking smile, "See how much time it will take me to completely control the entire Stronghold of the Greenland Valley?" (To be continued.) )