Faced with his father's decision, the little prince Anson was obviously overjoyed - perhaps in his eyes, all emergencies were just left for him to make achievements, as long as he appeared in Hantu, everything would be logical, and he would become the new Duke of Hantu City.

And, of course, the next ruler of the kingdom!

Anson, who was so excited, had already begun to prepare impatiently, and he had long since forgotten all the words that Horace had said to him a few days earlier, and could not remember the slightest bit. I only knew that I was about to leave this palace where I had been staying for more than ten years and go to a place where I could show my skills.

Ancient legends, wonderful biographical stories, one after another in the mouths of bards and singers, have been passed down for thousands of years...... Everything was now in the little prince's mind, and the only thing he could think of now was how to make all these stories his own.

For a while, the entire palace began to jump - Anson, who couldn't wait, even began to pack the things he wanted to bring with him to Hantu City, from horses to weapons, as well as all kinds of living utensils, and even some of his more intimate servants on weekdays, all of them had to be taken away, with a posture of not planning to come back, so that Princess Adele shook her head or shook her head, maybe in the eyes of the little princess, her younger brother was obviously more like he was going to move.

In the face of Anson's unstrained posture, Horace did not seem to have much intention of alerting him, but rather indulged in it—he decreed that night that no one should be allowed to stop anything His Royal Highness wished to take. The whole palace was also in a jubilant atmosphere, not at all like it was going on a campaign.

But that doesn't mean no one is worried.

In the quiet hallway, Edward, who was following Mercer Kane, could clearly sense the Grand Master's apprehension, apparently very uneasy about letting His Highness Anson go to the Vast Lands, even if he knew. His Majesty Horace could not have allowed the Duke of Berion to leave the city of Turin under any circumstances.

But Grand Master Mercer Kane would never easily refute Horace's wishes - as His Majesty's former military attaché and as a Knight Chief, he knew best his Majesty's character, and although he seemed to be very gentle and very receptive to the opinions of others, when he had made a decision, no one could change it.

In this regard. Horace, however, was surprisingly stubborn. The only thing Mercer could think about was how to make this decision not become a fatal mistake for a lifetime of resentment due to impulse.

In the moments before entering, Mercer seemed to be very entangled, and slowly glanced back at Edward before entering the room, leaving him alone.

"According to His Majesty's wishes, His Highness Anson will become the commander of this army and make him the Duke of Hantu City - this is already an unchangeable thing. So what we have to do is make this decision the best possible decision. That's your responsibility, Edward!"

In the small living room, Edward, who was standing in the center, looked up at Horace sitting in front of him with a restrained expression, and on either side sat Grand Master Mercer Kane, Marquis Holard Minest, and a few other important ministers of the kingdom, silently waiting for the time when he needed to speak.

"Dear Viscount Edward Witwood, I think you know very well why you have come to me—Mercer must have told you a lot of things before he came in again. Horace spoke slowly, "Marquis Holard Minest." and Mercer, both of whom decided that you would be Anson's Chief Flag Officer. Go to the land of Handi and fight those barbarian tribes!"

Edward, the chief flag officer, slowly raised his head, a little unbelievable - this position was very special among the armies of the Kingdom of Turin, the first function was to supervise the army, strictly speaking, he had the power to remove and nominate any officer, and he was also qualified to command all the armies in the absence of the commander-in-chief, and also had the sole command of the army. Eligibility to fight abroad.

In other words, to make himself Anson's deputy, or even the actual commander of the army, go to the Vast Land - this is simply beyond Edward's imagination, and in his opinion, being able to become a lieutenant general is already a very big promotion like when he was on the expedition to Bright Star City.

A hint of consternation was detected in Edward's expression. Horace couldn't help but smile slightly: "But I think you also know that this position is important to Anson and to this army, and I can't easily appoint you to this position - you need to prove your ability." Tell me, how much do you know about Hantu?"

"Almost nothing is known - except for what most people know. Edward replied very sincerely, "I have never been to that place, and although it is hearsay, I am afraid that it will not be of any use at all." ”

"So, for this position, how sure are you that you will be able to live up to my trust?"

"I'm sorry to say that, but I'm also not very sure - the last time I led the army, there were only four hundred men under my command. Edward still answered truthfully: "I have never commanded an army of more than 1,000 people, and I don't know anything about how to manage logistics, and in fact even I don't think I'm qualified!"

"But if you are really willing to give me this honor, I promise to do my best - I can assure you that I will not hurt His Highness Anson in the slightest. ”

Mercer Kane's face lightened a little as Edward said this—he was genuinely worried that the young knight's child would be hot-headed and think he could do anything, and this answer was quite satisfying to him.

Several of the surrounding kingdom ministers also looked disappointed, but they didn't say much—a knight in his early twenties, no matter how much he had made meritorious achievements in a war, could not hide his lack of experience.

Horace, on the other hand, had a little more admiration between his brows—those who knew what they were capable of were far more reassuring than the arrogant ones who liked to boast about their mouths, because they knew where their limits were and how much they could do.

"We can wait for a while, but not for long. Horace spread his hands: "No matter what, Edward Witwood, you are Anson's attendant military attaché, destined to follow him to the Vast Lands, and it is your first mission to protect him!"

"And I won't let you down!" Edward nodded slightly, but did not leave as he turned to leave, but stood where he was, looking like he had something to say.

"Why, is there anything else?" Horace said with a smile, "I can accept any reasonable opinion—this is not the throne hall, and we don't have a royal council, so don't worry too much." ”

Although Horace listened humbly, Edward understood that His Majesty's "reasonable" premise was not to overturn the decision he had made, otherwise Grand Master Mercer Kane would have stood up long ago.

"I don't think I have that ability, but there is one person who can do it. Edward spoke cautiously, his eyes never taking off Horace's face: "Greene Turn, although he is now disabled, his ability as a commander is completely unquestionable, and he can manage the entire garrison for you, and his experience is far beyond many people!"

The room fell silent for a moment, and even Holard Minest, who had been silent all along, looked at Edward standing there with a look of astonishment—obviously not expecting that he would mention the former commander who had carried the black cauldron at such a time.

Greene Tern ...... I'll consider him. Horace spoke slowly, but there was no longer much appreciation in his expression, and he waved his hand at Edward very calmly: "I think you need to think it through, Edward Witwood." (To be continued.) )