"10,000 people, why did you decide to let only 10,000 soldiers of the Hantu City Legion attend the triumphal ceremony, and the other 30,000 can only watch as spectators and enjoy the grand ceremony that should have belonged to them - who gave you the courage to allow you to tell me about this until now, say- !!"

In the Legion's tent, the little prince Anson roared like an angry lion at the herald from Turin—especially since he was only a young nobleman not much older than him, who seemed to come from some famous and long-established aristocratic family.

Of course, that meant that the young herald was a big fan of Berion.

The herald, who had been arrogant when he came in, was almost paralyzed with fright, and he could only stand because five or six knights around him pointed their swords at him at the same time, and the slightest movement would be stabbed with a thousand holes.

If at the beginning, these royal knights were only disgusted with Berion, but now there is only hatred left - let alone a soldier, even a knight, he will rarely have the opportunity to participate in a triumphal ceremony in his life, let alone his own triumphal ceremony, it is simply the dream of all knights.

And now that the nobles of Turin City have used this excuse to block four-fifths of the army of Hantu City outside Turin City, how can they be happy - they can not slash this herald alive without a sword, they have exhausted their endurance.

"It's—it's the final decision of the Imperial Council, and I—I'm only in charge of coming to deliver orders, and it's really a shame that this kind of thing happened. But ......" the herald swallowed hard. Frightened, he pushed the sharp blade closest to his neck to the side to open a little gap: "If you wish." I can protest on your behalf, and I'm happy to do it!"

"Can you guarantee that they will agree?" asked the little prince coldly.

"Uh...... Of course, this ...... couldn't be, but the herald didn't dare to speak: "I will do my best, and the Radiant Cross will testify for me!"

The air seemed to condense into substance, and the cold killing intent was almost suffocating, and the angry little prince finally waved his hand, causing the surrounding knights to let go of the herald. But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Anson grabbed him by the collar. The whole person fell to his knees.

"I can endure such humiliation, but I must not just swallow my anger - tell the lords of the Imperial Council that they must pay the price to compensate for the honor of the 40,000 Legions of Hantu City. Anson said word by word, staring at the still trembling eyes: "Do you understand?!"

"Yes, yes—I promise I'll bring it to me. The herald nodded hurriedly, as if he saw the motivation to live: "Your request is very reasonable, even if it is the Radiant Cross, it is impossible to refuse!"

"I don't need you to bring the message, I just need you to deliver the letter. The little prince suddenly raised his head and threw the herald on the ground: "Green Turn." Write a rough request to him, and then prepare a fast horse. Let this guy go back to Turin City tonight!"

"Yes. ”

The chief lieutenant, who was also expressionless, snorted coldly, and the two royal knights dragged him out on the shoulders of the herald, and the camp was calm again, only Anson and Green were still looking at the map on the table, and the little prince, who was still angry just now, gradually regained his composure, and let out a long sigh.

He thought of many ways that Barion might use to stop it, but he didn't think of the simplest and most direct - the other party was not only his uncle, but also the Minister of the Seals, and now the regent of the kingdom. Even if he couldn't stop himself from taking the army with a triumphant pretext, he was able to weaken his own power as much as possible.

No matter how unreasonable this order is, no matter how unacceptable it is, as long as the Imperial Council is passed, it is the law of the kingdom, and even as the heir to the throne, it is impossible for him to disobey it.

Unless you declare a rebellion and officially declare war on Berrion - then you really don't have to worry about this anymore, but you will have to face a stronger and more invincible Berion. And one of the purposes of the other party's repeated provocation and restraint is to see himself so irrational, and then he can take advantage of it and kill himself in the name of the orthodoxy of the kingdom, without any guilt or accusation.

At that point, it is really the time when everything is irreparable. The little prince shook his head, he was no longer the reckless and impulsive self he had been, after experiencing rebellion, detention, fiasco and reversal, a whole few years of training had taught him a lot of truths, at least he knew when he should be angry, and when he had to endure and restrain himself.

"With a stroke of Berion's pen, our forces have been reduced by three-quarters, and now we can only enter Turin with only 10,000 men, which is not good for us. Anson looked at the chief lieutenant on the other side: "We need to think of a way, Green Tern, only 10,000 people face the capital garrison and the knights at the same time, there is no chance of victory." ”

"No, it's a good thing the other way around—the reason why Berion would do it. Greene Turn, shaking his head, "Why did he suddenly make this decision? It must not just be because he wanted to provoke you, but for other reasons. ”

"The most immediate possibility is that he found that our advance was so fast that his reinforcements didn't arrive in time, so he was afraid. ”

"That's right, but if those 30,000 soldiers are just outside Turin, it's an obstacle that we can't overcome!" Anson was in a rather bad mood: "We need more soldiers to be able to guarantee that Berion's arrogance is absolutely suppressed and he will not dare to make a move!"

"With all due respect, but this kind of thing is fundamentally impossible - he will do it, because this is his last chance. Greene Turn: "So it's a good thing that you can accept it." ”

"A good thing?"

"Barrion must have decided that this method would provoke you, but when he failed, he would be terrified—he would not think that it was because you were open-minded, but that you had prepared some kind of conspiracy that would make him plan his own arrangement, even panic!" said the chief lieutenant, "when he loses the ability to think, he is not afraid. ”

"And allow me to remind you, Your Highness Anson. Your army should not be just 10,000 men, it should be 15,000 men. A slight smile appeared on Green's face: "Add the entire royal fleet!"

"What do you mean ......"

"Edward succeeded, and the Minest family and the royal fleet will unswervingly support you. The chief lieutenant nodded with a smile, but still couldn't help but sigh: "The only regret is that the lords of the south still seem to have chosen neutrality - they won't support you, but they won't be on Berion's side either, this news may not be very pleasant." ”

"It doesn't matter, I didn't count on those cowards from the beginning - they were a bunch of fools who didn't have an opinion, they only knew how to shout, otherwise Levi Marcherus wouldn't have made them the last target of conquest, because it would not be difficult to defeat them. Anson waved his hand disdainfully: "So where is he now?"

"With only one day's sail to Port del Rey away, we should be able to reach Turin at the same time as us. Greene Turn, smiling - he was overjoyed when he got the news, because he knew better how difficult it was to convince the Minest family.

But this is also Berion's own death - if he hadn't killed Horad Minest, Edward wouldn't have been able to go so well, everything was the choice of Radiant Cross!

"We're from the gates, and Edward is the Port of Kings - flank on both sides, and then take the hill of Marcherus!" (To be continued.) )