The sound of hurried horses' hooves stopped outside the door, and the anxious chief lieutenant General Green Turn, who didn't even wait for the oncoming squire to come to his side, turned over and dismounted, and grabbed little Goodwin's shoulder: "Edward, where is your master Edward Wittwood?!"

"It's just, it's inside. Looking at those imposing eyes, the frightened little squire hurriedly pointed behind him, and without even saying a word, Green rushed over and pushed open the closed door.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang in the dead silence of the room, and the sunlight outside reflected on the floor, and a panting Green Turn, looking up, saw Edward, who was at the end of the long table, holding his face with his hands on his face, like a sculpture, even if he heard the sound, he still did not move.

At one end of the long table, there was an open parchment scroll. Green twitched his throat and walked into the room: "What is it that makes you anxious to look like this-the meeting is not over yet, and now there is only one person in the face of those knights, if we can hurry, maybe ......"

"Let's get this straight, and then fix it - otherwise there's nothing to say. Holding his forehead, Edward did not raise his head, and said weakly: "We have to think about what to do next." ”

Picking up the note on the table, the last shred of calm on the Chief Adjutant's face was swept away—the sudden constriction of his pupils was enough to prove how surprised he was now.

"How so?!"

"That's something I want to know too, and it's unexpected. Slowly looking up, Edward's face was only tired. The dark eyes also exuded a sense of struggle: "If you can." I don't even want to believe it's true. ”

"Where did you get the news? Maybe he's wrong—this, even when His Highness Horace was crowned, never such a terrible thing happened!" Glynn Turnch couldn't help but shout: "Maybe it's just the false news released by Berion, used to deceive us, it's just a suspicious tactic!"

"I hope you're right, but it's a pity......" The dark-haired knight's mouth raised a miserable smile, "We may not have that good luck." ”

"Grand Master Mercer Kane, Chief Knight Leonardo, and a total of sixteen Knights of the Sacred Tree, including Sir Senna, plotting a rebellion - this kind of thing can spread throughout the city of Turin in half a day, and from Fort Clarion to the Snowy Mountains in the north within a month, Berion will not tell such a lie that can be broken at the slightest poke!"

Edward shouted under his breath. Slowly stood up and punched the table: "I am crazy and I will not believe that Grand Master Mercer Kane and Sir Leonardo can do such a thing!"

"No one will believe that, but if it's really like what it says on this note, more important things are yet to come. Greene Turn, asked in a deep voice, "Do you know who the current Grand Master is?"

"Does it matter who it is?"

"That's right. Green bowed his head heavily—no matter who the Grand Master was now, his purpose was self-evident. Both Grand Master Mercer Kane and Sir Leonardo are absolute supporters of His Royal Highness Anson. Whether he wants it or not, he will eventually become an absolute supporter of Berion.

"Gaio Valence - So, Berion was planning this plot from the beginning of the triumphal ceremony he had prepared for him?" Greene Turn, who couldn't help but ask, "All in order to seize the terrible power of the Knights of the Sacred Tree?!"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean there's an entire Knights of the Sacred Tree behind Barrion - there's more to the Order's defection than that. Edward's expression was more serious: "Of course. Even that alone is terrifying. ”

The Chief Lieutenant nodded silently, no knight of Turin would doubt the power of the Knights of the Sacred Tree - let alone as a royal knight. He was never convinced after receiving this title, why did this ancient order become the real "guard" of the king of Turin?!

To use the simplest words to describe it, because they are strong enough - in Turin City, it is half up to blood to become a royal knight, but in the east, there are even several knights of the sacred tree who are not from Turin, and their excessively strict selection system has made the knights still in a state of shortage, just looking at Edward, who was exceptionally promoted, it is not difficult to understand the difficulty.

And, of course, there is the Grand Master Mercer Kane, who is a living legend in what is now the Kingdom of Turin and one of Grimm's most admired men to date.

"I'm sorry, I almost forgot, but you're still a Sacred Tree Knight. Green said apologetically, "Maybe we wait until tomorrow to talk about this, maybe you can feel better?"

"No, Green Turn, you still don't understand, if Berion gets the entire Knights of the Sacred Tree, he gets the entire East!" Edward said in a deep voice, "Do you think the Knights of the Sacred Tree only have three thousand men - that's just a superficial number, and if he wants, the entire East can muster tens of thousands of troops at any time!"

As a Knights of the Sacred Tree, or someone who has truly understood the Knights of the Sacred Tree, I am afraid that only Edward in the entire Hantu City can truly understand how terrifying the power of the Knights is.

The strict selection system, coupled with the loyalty to the Order and the absolute support of the entire Eastern Lords, has given the Knights of the Sacred Tree an almost endless supply of troops and sufficient reserves throughout the Eastern Realm.

This is also why for the whole three hundred years, the lords of the west and the nobles of Turin have been constantly suppressing, but they are still fighting with the infidels of the blood cliff, and they have never really weakened, because they own the entire eastern realm, and they also have the eastern realm of the knights, and they also have a group of knights who can be called the crown of the kingdom, and they are ready to respond to the call of the knights anytime and anywhere.

Without such a force, the first Grand Master of the Knights would not have the ambition to establish a "Knights State", and the subsequent Knights of the Sacred Tree would not have the capital of regency, and the Minest family and the nobles of Turin would not be so wary of the Knights of the Sacred Tree, and even tried their best to hinder their development.

Because the Knights were so powerful—strong enough to deal with an enemy who could confront the entire kingdom on their own, not a single pagan army had crossed the eastern borders and invaded the kingdom for three hundred years.

"In the past, Berion had power because he was one of those who qualified to compete for the throne and the Lord of the Seals of the Kingdom, and he had the financial resources that most of the nobles of the city of Turin were willing to support him and make him the next king of Turin. Edward said slowly, "Now that he has an army that can fight against the entire kingdom, all he needs now is time for those nobles to fund him more money and recruit soldiers from the east." ”

"The longer it drags on, the worse it will be for us - so it is necessary to nip him in the bud before anything happens, before he becomes a monster that cannot be fought against and cannot be defeated, and that this still sometimes powerful group must be torn apart. The black-haired knight's expression was a little hideous: "We are marching into Turin City!"

"The reason can be found, the method can be considered, but if we want to win, the Hantu City Legion must appear outside Turin City within a month before we can have a chance of winning, otherwise we can only wait for Berion one by one to hang us all on the gallows!"

"Preparations will begin tonight - I am sure that His Highness Anson will approve of this plan very much. The corners of Green's mouth raised: "You're not the only one who can't wait, and so am I!"

"I have one more condition. ”

"What?"

"By the time this great war begins, we're all going to have people who we're going to have to deal with ourselves, so it's best to make it clear at the beginning. Edward looked at him with a firm gaze:

"Gaio Valence is mine!" (To be continued.) )