Still in the café, which had long since been in ruins, Edward sat on the tattered soft floor, propped up the map on the table with his hands, and the silver-haired wizard sat across from him with a bored expression, the faint candlelight flickering with the light of the flames, dragging the shadows of the two men on the ground for a long, long time.

As for the little maid, she sat next to Edward quite obediently, still staring at the silver-haired wizard who had saved her life with extremely hostile eyes, so that Marco couldn't say a word except for shrugging his shoulders helplessly.

"Looks like you've made up your mind?" Marco Tasker asked, holding his coffee cup in his hand, "How do I think your plan wasn't improvised, but premeditated?"

"My dear Marco Tasker, you have wronged me - who would have thought that he would be betrayed by his loyalists?" Edward's expression was as calm as if he had just finished lunch, with a rhetorical tone, "but in other words, we have to be ready all the time, just in case, don't we?"

"All I can say is that your preparation is really perfect, even in my opinion. The corners of Marco's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but muttered to himself, "Master Gaio Valence is really prescient. ”

"What did you just say?"

"Ah...... No, nothing!" Grudgingly, the silver-haired wizard quickly put down the coffee cup: "It's just a little emotional, it's really a very perfect plan, it's just perfect - I believe that even if the Marquis of Holard comes back to life, he can only be ashamed of himself, I mean really!"

Although the Banner Legion suffered considerable setbacks, Edward Wittwood did not seem to be affected at all. On the contrary, they are quite actively preparing for the next "Tundra City Tour". Every chess piece in hand was used to the extreme. It's perfect.

The first is himself and his Blood Banner Brotherhood, Edward has no intention of letting himself go north with him, but continues to stay in Turin City - Berrion is dead, and then all news about the Brotherhood disappears without a trace, and he no longer has to worry about who will find out.

In other words, he can help Edward more in Turin City, and in the barren north of Tundra City, an alchemist and intelligence leader can really play a limited role. Instead, it is better to stay in Turin City to find out the news for him and become his eyeliner.

Then, there was his most trusted squire, Pierre Goodwin, the heir to the Goodwin Chamber of Commerce, who had just been sent south by Edward, for a very clear purpose. If Edward wanted to conquer the North, he would need a huge amount of money, and Green Turn's "friendship patronage" alone would never be enough.

Wandering knights who crave wealth and land, veterans who are keen on war, food to fill their stomachs, money to sustain their armies...... These can only be obtained in the south, and the Horn Castle and the Goodwin Chamber of Commerce are Edward's lifeline, and although the silver-haired wizard is reluctant to admit it, this little squire is even more important than himself.

Donner, the captain of the guard, will take the Lund Guard pirates back to the Misty Seas with the Lund Guard, the pirates who have been wreaking havoc in the north all year round. With their support, the war to conquer the North would not only be much easier. You can also get a strong source of troops to support Edward to fight this war.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Marco Tasker would never have believed that these were Edward Witwood's improvised intentions - more like they had been planned for a long time, and it was possible that he had even prepared for it when he left the Vast Lands.

Is...... The silver-haired wizard had a playful smile on his face, and if His Majesty Anson Marcherus knew all this, and opened the chains that bound the monster with his own hands, so that Edward would no longer have to worry about any of the vows he had made, he really wondered how he would feel.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, the north is a barren land of ice and snow, barren and worthless. But for Edward, it was the starting point for the conquest of the entire kingdom, and when he conquered the whole north, when the Tundra City was once again in the realm of the kingdom, it was when his ambitions really began.

"These are just words on paper, we don't have enough soldiers yet, after the death of Repinius, the entire Battle Banner Legion is about to fall apart, and we need a new chief centurion to take over the heavy responsibility. Edward sighed softly, "And I need someone I can trust to lead for me now." ”

"About this...... You may be surprised to hear it, but there are already people who want to compete for this position. Mark suddenly laughed, "What do you think of Miss Shrell Lightlane?"

"What did you say?"

"I know you can't believe it, but Miss Shirrell did ask you for her, would you like to believe that she can do it?" Marco laughed even happier: "Yes, or no?"

"Alan will be upset. Edward's expression was a little helpless.

"But we can't find someone more suitable and trustworthy than her, right?" the silver-haired wizard asked with a smile, "As for Miss Allen...... Maybe you can think of a way?"

"That's all there is to it. Edward nodded, and let out a long sigh, "I'll try to convince her if it's really the same as you say." ”

"Of course, not only Miss Shirrell, but also the entire Silver Blood Mercenary Group will join your command, this is a very powerful source of troops, not to mention that it is even more precious to you!"

Edward nodded, the Silver Blood Mercenary Regiment, which had experienced baptism of war again and again, was quite reliable in combat, and being able to hold King's Harbor also proved how tenacious they were. Having such a reliable group of hoplites is definitely a big help.

Of course, there is also the more important thing, that is, reliability - unlike any army, the relationship between Silver Blood and Edward has almost transcended the contract between employers and mercenaries, this army has followed itself from the fortress of the Green River Valley, and even the wandering knights of Turin cannot compare with them in terms of loyalty and trust, let alone the presence of Syrel, Edward has no need to worry about not being able to control them, or suddenly betraying himself.

"What about Angela, what is Angela going to do?" The little maid who had never spoken finally spoke, looked at Edward with wide eyes and a little expectation, and her delicate body leaned on his shoulder very naturally: "Edward won't forget Angela, right?"

"Of course, how could I have forgotten my dear little maid. Edward smiled a little unconsciously, "You are even more important than Marco Tasker, how can you go north without you?"

"You're really talkative. Marco finally couldn't help but mutter, "How do I feel that everyone is more important than me?"

"Angela must come with us - Marco Tasker's stay in Turin would be one less alchemist, and this is a very important fighting force. Edward turned his gaze to the little maid, "You need to master some alchemy knowledge of Turin as soon as possible along the way, this will be very useful to us, can you finish it, my dear Angela?"

"Of course, Angela is the most powerful tool in the world!" Angela's voice is no different from the original, her eyes are a little childish, and she stares at Marco Tasker viciously: "I won't lose to the big liar, definitely!"

"Well, one last question. The helpless silver-haired wizard looked at Edward: "Miss Alan, what are you going to do - do you want to take her with you to the north?"

"I'll leave her at Fort Hague. Edward didn't notice that when he said this, the little maid beside him quietly breathed a sigh of relief: "The risk is too high...... This time the situation was even more dangerous than in the Hantu period, and I was not even completely sure of it myself. ”

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Okay, please bear with me before you want to cut me down, and then be ready to announce something.

Well, yes, there's one more chapter in the book that's coming to an end.

It's not because some readers say I'm "killing my sister," or "I'm not a knight," or whatever, it's really coming to an end - I know it's painful to say it, and I'm very uncomfortable right now, like ...... Yes, like I have to admit that Banner of Glory is over, but luckily this time, the end is my own choice.

Subscriptions are still rising, and readers and friends are very supportive, but unfortunately...... the story of "The Joyful Journey of the Knight" has been told, and I am glad that I have told a story of my own, and there has been no change due to the influence of others.

The ups and downs have also passed, the scenery has also passed, the book has not done well, but it is finally a little better than "Wizard Rights", and the book is full of tears, and it is finished crying empty.

I'm going to update the last chapter tonight, and I hope my regular readers will find the feeling I had when I wrote the first volume, Let's Draw Our Swords and Dance, thank you for your support, and thank you for the support of those who are still speaking for me as a street writer, I can only say sorry to you, because if I continue to write, that kind of reluctance will make me lose my performance, although I do still have nearly half of the outline.

Finally, I will say goodbye to you in the evening chapter, and by the way, I will tell you the real reason for the end.

Finally, Happy May Day, thank you, thank you very much! )