The headquarters of the Knights of the Sacred Tree, located on the garrison hill at the end of the East City, has always felt like a territory belonging to the Order, and because of its location, it is rare for a king to walk through the streets of the entire East City District.

Because of this, when the carriage with the flaming goshawk emblem appeared in the castle of the Knights, everyone inevitably showed a little surprise, but they only saw the carriage and the two royal knights standing outside the Grand Master's tower.

"Your Excellency Grand Master Gayyo Vahrens, I need your explanation!"

Pushing open the door roughly, Berrion Marcherus rushed straight into the Grand Master's room with angry faces, and looked down at Gaio Valence who was sitting there with burning eyes: "Do you know where my dear Anson nephew is now?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't know. Slowly putting down the quill in his hand, Gaio raised his head with the stiff coffin face: "I am the Grand Master of the Knights, not your head of thieves." ”

"He's only two days away from Turin now—two days!" Berion roared, pointing at Gailot's nose, "and don't talk to me in that tone, don't forget who helped you get revenge, and who made you the Grand Master of the Order, remember your identity and dignity!"

"That's not what you told me. ”

"That's right, but at that time I was only the Lord of the Seals, and now I am the future king!" Berrion raised his head arrogantly: "This is the Kingdom of Turin, the place where you are staying now is the city of Turin, the capital of the king, you have to call me 'Your Majesty'!!"

"The entire Hantu City Legion has nearly 40,000 troops—all of them are elite veterans, not the big ones who have just been recruited into the barracks, but have been on the battlefield. Veterans who have killed barbarians, seen blood, been able to confront 300,000 barbarians for months in Eagle Fall Mountain, and finally killed them completely, at least a quarter of them have fought under my command, and now all of them are Anson's diehards!"

"Every time that bastard boy walks through a town. There was a whole bunch of stupid and brainless fools who swore allegiance to him, and now he was coming towards the city of Turin, as if he had come to receive his coronation as shameless!" Berion roared frantically: "Now you tell me how to face this powerful legion, just like 60,000 scum, you don't have to fight the capital garrison that knows the result at all?!"

"You also have the fortified walls of the entire city of Turin, an impregnable fortress. Gaio still raised his head and specially accentuated his voice: "In the past three hundred years, no one has been able to break through the defenses of Turin City. ”

"If someone defends the walls and fortresses, otherwise it's just a pile of useless stones!" Berion, who had fought in the Vast Land, knew nothing more about this: "What's more, what reason did I use to keep Anson out of the city." If I declare him a rebel, how many people will believe it?!"

"You also have the support of the entire Knights of the Sacred Tree, the entire eastern part of the kingdom, Your Majesty Berion!"

"That's right, the support of the entire East and the Knights, then please tell me how you plan to support me?!" Berion laughed angrily: "Where are your 20,000 troops, why haven't they appeared in my eyes until now?!"

"The journey from the east to the city of Turin is much farther than the land, not to mention that they are already on their way. Gaio shook his head, "His Highness Anson's speed was indeed beyond my expectations—but it's not something to be reversed. It's happened, and we can't change it. ”

"Can't change it? You're the Grand Master of the Order. You told me I can't change it?!" Berrion sneered: "Don't forget Gayor Valense, from the day you cut off Hollard's head, we are the people of the same ship, I'm finished, do you think you can live, do you think the Minest family will let you go?!"

"But the Order is a very large organization. There are some things that even the Grand Master can't interfere with - not to mention that I, the Grand Master, have not yet been approved by all the Eastern Lords, and killing Mercer Kane will inevitably make many people hate me, and they are not rebelling now, only because the Knights are the only force holding the whole of the East together against the infidels. ”

"I want to convince all the lords. The only way to do this was for Leonardo, the chief knight, to lead the army - but it was impossible for him to be willing. Gaillot shook his head: "It might be more practical for you to consider other options, Your Majesty." ”

"Oh, and do you have any 'practical plans' for your Excellency the Grand Master to tell me?" Berrion snorted coldly, "Even so, if it's really useful, I can't think about it. ”

"His Highness Anson is also rushing for time, but on the other hand, he is just like us, he can't gather all the forces - just one week is not enough for the 40,000 army to advance so fast, and the elite around him will definitely not exceed 20,000. Gaio Valence spoke: "And these 20,000 people are also exhausted and exhausted troops, and the will to fight is probably not very high, and the only thing that can pose a threat to you is probably their number, so there is no need to worry at all." ”

Go on. "Berrion is interested.

"The battlefield should not be outside Turin, but on the hill of Marcherus - if we take advantage of the triumphant strangulation of him, we will be able to suppress even his army to 10,000 men, and we will be able to deal with it calmly. Gaio Valence remained calm: "The knights of five thousand men can be ready on the mountain of Marcherus, and when the time comes, we will kill him!"

"Maybe there will still be a large number of rebels at that time, but they are not to worry - as soon as Anson dies, you will be the only legitimate heir to the kingdom, and perhaps Princess Adele also has a certain inheritance, which will be used by some sinister people to make a fuss, but as long as you have the strongest power, everything is not to worry about, the kingdom is yours. ”

"You're right about one thing, dear Gaio Valence - the kingdom was meant to be mine. Berion nodded brightly: "Thank you, it seems that I am really too suspicious of you, and I hope to get your understanding, Your Excellency, Grand Master." ”

"Everything is at your service, Your Majesty the King of Berion. Gaio Valence bowed slightly, still in an extremely stiff tone: "But I think...... We should not think of His Highness Anson as a real place to pay attention to - because what is visible is something that needs to be guarded against, and what really needs to be guarded against is the invisible enemy. ”

"Invisible enemies?"

"As you can see, Anson Marcherus is heading towards Turin City, but he only has four legions with him - where did the Battle Banner Legion go?" his sharp eyes narrowed into a line slightly: "He only has five legions, the loss of any one of them will tip the balance of victory, how could he let this legion stay in Hantu City?"

"Maybe he needs a legion loyal enough to help him suppress the lands?" Berrion guessed, but before Gaio could speak, he shook his head, "When he gets the throne, the whole kingdom will be loyal to him, that's redundant." ”

"And where would this legion have gone if it hadn't come with him?" asked Gaiot rhetorically, "or—if Edward Witwood hadn't been with him, where would he have been sent?"

"What could be so important that he would have to leave his legion and the Chief Flag Officer away from his side?" Gaio slowly stood up, "If the 40,000 troops around Greene Turnne and Anson are his shields, and Edward is the blade hidden behind the shield, waiting for us to direct all our attention and attacks at the shield, he will suddenly stab with a fatal blow - and a fatal blow!" (To be continued.) )