"You'll regret it!"

Throwing down this cruel remark, the girl left the Wittwood mansion without looking back. The petite and helpless figure looks like a fallen leaf flying in mid-air, torn into countless pieces by the wind blowing from nowhere.

But Edward was still unprepared to help her - at least not for now, there was no need for him to help the troubled Hantu, let alone have any contact with them. At least until they can come up with more.

The enemies hidden in the shadows may be terrifying, but when their identities are revealed, they are just a bunch of pathetic rats - hiding in the cold and tidal drains, trembling and looking for a way to keep themselves alive, even if it is just a flesh and a bone.

And now, Orwina and her companions, as well as the young master Renault, are a bunch of wretched rats, with nowhere to go and no hope - now the whole city of Turin is under martial law, and a group of guys suspected of assassinating the Duke of Berrion are being arrested, not to mention where they live, they may not even be able to get out of the city gates!

In such a situation, the longer it dragged on, the better it would be for Edward - he was patient, waiting for the time when the bereaved dogs would come to the door and beg him to take him in, and would be willing to sacrifice everything;

The heir of the tribe named Renault, along with his men, will soon be in Edward's pocket - since he is ready to go to the Vast Lands, what if he doesn't even have the slightest preparation?

With such a mentality. Edward wasn't even in the mood to ask too much - most of Turin was now arguing over whether to send troops to quell the rebellion. Either side is ready to choose a side next. There is no need for a small attendant military attache to rush forward and vote on how loyal he is to His Highness Anson.

Standing on the balcony, Edward drank his coffee leisurely, waiting for a silver-haired wizard to bring him information - since he already knew that those "rats" were hiding in the sewers, even if he couldn't get the map, Edward couldn't let them go, and the Blood Banner Brotherhood all over the East City was always watching every movement at those exits, even cockroaches and leeches couldn't escape their surveillance.

Summer nights in the city of Turin are far more comfortable than in the south. The cool sea breeze is accompanied by the leisurely scent of flowers, although the weather is a little gloomy. But it could not hide the magnificence and elegance of the city of Turin in the twilight, with its endless walls and the bells of the sanctuary, which concealed all the prosperity and noise under this spectacle, containing a deep and indescribable charm.

But in the midst of this intoxicating landscape, there is still a cold drizzle - the continuous summer rain falls from the sky in the evening, enveloping the whole world in a foggy rain, as if all the light of the excitement is obscured below.

The anxious Green Turnch suddenly appeared outside Edward's door, and rushed into the house without even getting off his horse, his panicked appearance completely lost his previous composure, and even with a little eagerness: "Get on the horse and follow me!"

"What the hell is going on. Scare our Commander like this?" Although he knew that the other party must have come for some very important reason, Edward couldn't help but joke: "Could it be that the garrison regiment has also rebelled?"

"The Radiant Cross is on top. You're such a crow's mouth!" Green Turnch even scolded directly: "The entire half of the legion, as well as no less than thirty Turin nobles, have all begun to riot, threatening to attack the royal palace on the hills of Marcherus, invite His Majesty Horace to the Radiant Cross to confront him face to face, change the heir to the Duke of Berrion, and then let the Duke put down the rebellion in Hanland!"

"Now those bastards are almost in the streets below the hills, and my guards are holding them back - they are short of manpower, so the only thing I can think of is you, and I have sent my brothers to the headquarters of the Knights of the Sacred Tree, as well as the homes of all the knights nearby, to ask for help, and see if they can find more help!"

Edward's expression froze suddenly, and then he didn't think much about it at all, and directly asked little Goodwin to bring his horse, took the bright star and turned over on the horse, grabbed the reins and smiled at the little Goodwin who was still standing nervous: "Don't worry, I'm just going to help - remember to watch the house with Donner, call Ludwig back, and protect this mansion!"

"I'll protect Miss Allen. Little Goodwin nodded with a frightened face: "You also have to protect your own family, Lord Edward!"

But at this time, the two of them had already galloped away on war horses and disappeared into the street outside the gate of the house.

A terrible roar, a chaotic commotion, and countless noises of all kinds roared back and forth on the misty streets of Turin, as if a dragon had been ignited with rage, wantonly unleashing that terrible power, surrounding the entire Makerus hills, and the water could not be drained!

The alarmed citizens, and the many nobles, had no idea what was happening, and everywhere there were angry roars, the muffled sound of weapons and shields clashing, and hundreds of soldiers in the chaotic streets, as if they had been ordered to assemble, spontaneously appeared in the streets, marching in the direction of the palace.

Suddenly, all kinds of negative emotions of despair, panic, insecurity, and fear filled the hearts of these nobles, and all of them involuntarily remembered the massacre that had occurred in front of the Radiant Cross not long ago, and many wealthy families had lost their heirs because of that riot, which caused an extremely chaotic heir crisis in the city of Turin.

In the past, they were extremely proud, even if they spit in the faces of those big-headed soldiers, the other party could only silently endure the spit on themselves, but now these gorgeous but weak nobles really realized how helpless they were in the face of cold arrows and swords and guns.

The rebellion of three thousand men, half of the soldiers of the Garrison Legion, at least not in the history of the Kingdom of Turin, in which even the most mediocre ruler had ever occurred, but which had occurred during the reign of His Majesty Horace I, who was called "benevolent" and "the Virtuous King", had to be said to be the most unspeakable irony.

What is even more ironic is that not long ago the whole city of Turin was held in a "united", "grand" triumphal ceremony, and the whole city was filled with a joyful atmosphere, as if it were really a prosperous earthly life, but now it has become a real hell on earth!

Horace didn't want to see this happen at the slightest chance - it was simply a repetition of the results of the Northern War more than ten years ago, and he would lose face!

In a hurry, Green Turnn was unable to gather all the remaining soldiers, and only rushed to the palace gate with more than 500 men. At this time, the royal palace on the hill of Marchelus was already closed, and the palace gate was well prepared and armed, although the rebels had 3,000 men, it was still impossible to attack here.

In addition to the temporary arrival of the garrison, the palace guards were even more prepared early - = even set up ladders behind the wall, set up ballistas and small trebuchets, and on top of several luxurious towers, there were also archers with crossbows and war bows who were ready early to wash the rebels in the square in front of the palace steps!

Turin is the land of knights, and the fortress of the high city is the proudest building of this kingdom, as the core of this kingdom, the palace of Marchelus is naturally an extremely difficult barrier to penetrate, even if 10,000 people want to take it, they must pay the price of blood! )