Time flies, and a month of preparation time flies by in the blink of an eye.

Early in the morning, a full hundred and fifty ox carts lined up on the road outside the east gate of Silvermoon Castle, each loaded with various supplies.

There are 80 ox carts loaded with grain alone, and this is only the first batch, and the grain will continue to be purchased until Crescent Town can be self-sufficient.

In addition, there are all kinds of reclamation, construction tools, temporary cold materials, and so on.

In short, everything that can be prepared is ready.

The total value amounted to 200,000 crowns, of which 150,000 was aid and 50,000 were obtained by Rosen through Candela.

As a first-class guerrilla general and the acting lord of Crescent Town, Shapole led six teams of Crescent Rangers, plus 300 mercenaries hired from the Yellow Water Heights, as the convoy and the guards of Crescent Town.

Each mercenary is on average a low-level inferior combat power, and with the average mid-level Silver Moon Ranger, it makes up a rather impressive force.

In addition to this, there were a large number of horse-drawn carriages to accompany them.

Three of them were specially reinforced carriages of the Bright Moon, one of Chapollai's, and the other of them were seated by Thrandis and Gendeloni.

The last one is Lydia and Hal, who for some reason look at each other and form mage partners.

The others were ordinary carriages, some of which were hired government officials, including clerks, judges, pawns, civil officials, and so on, with nearly 40 people.

In the other part, there are 280 civilian mages hired by Lawson.

The former is the helper hired by Deputy Mayor Harrick, and the latter is Lawson's mage assistant.

The last to accompany them were the refugees from Crescent Town, the number of which had exceeded 20,000, all of whom had been gathered through continuous propaganda.

The number of people in the entire Crescent Town is probably around 35,000.

Except for the nearly five or six thousand people who were coerced by the Brotherhood of the Iron Arm, as well as some of the old, weak, sick and disabled who remained in the ruins of Crescent Town.

The rest, basically, is there.

When everyone was ready, when the first rays of sunlight shone on the Yellow Water Plateau, Shabolai waved his horsewhip and shouted with great ambition.

"Let's go!"

"Bang~Bang~"

"Moo~~~Hiss~hiss~"

"Gotta got~"

Amid the sound of whips, cows, neighing, and the sound of horses' hooves, a convoy of more than 20,000 people set off in a majestic manner.

At this moment, behind the convoy, on the walls of Silvermoon Castle, Sophia, the Count of Omyxia, was taking a group of close ministers to watch the convoy go away.

Perhaps sensing the gaze behind him, Shabolai turned around, waved vigorously at the wall, and shouted.

"Aunt~~ Xinyue Town, don't worry about leaving it to me!"

The outskirts were empty, and the shouts spread far and wide, and by the time they reached the city walls, they had become quite faint.

When Sophia saw Shabolai's movements, she thought he was saying goodbye, and looking at this love-hate nephew, she couldn't help but raise her hand and wave it lightly.

Although I can't look down on it, although I am often disappointed, I am the child I raised by myself after all, and the feelings in my heart cannot be erased.

She waited until the convoy was far away before she put her hand down, smiled and said to Markiri, the head of housekeeping beside her, "Shabolai, this bastard, has finally done something serious."

These days, she knows everything about what the other party is doing, and she is very disciplined.

She felt that the chaos in Crescent Town should end soon, and maybe it would become one of the richest places on the highlands in the future.

Malkiri bowed slightly, squinted his eyes and smiled gently: "Madame still has a pair of wise eyes and has found a good helper for the guerrilla general."

"Haha~~ You old thing really has a lovely sweet mouth."

Sophia was in a good mood and felt relaxed, and on the way back to Mochizuki Garden, she always had a smile on her face.

But some people are happy, others are uncomfortable.

As the eldest brother of Chabolai, Fubos was naturally also on the city wall

Farewell.

When he was on the city wall, he didn't dare to show his displeasure because his aunt was watching, but when he got off the city wall and returned to his house, his butt had not yet stuck to the chair, so he slapped the maid who came to serve.

He is also a high-level samurai, and his strength is so great that even if he just slaps his hand, he directly beats the maid to death on the spot, leaving only his last breath.

The other servants suddenly did not dare to come out, and the hall was silent, and the needles could be heard.

He sat down in a chair and poured a large cup of tea down his throat before he suppressed the boiling fire a little.

"Get out of here, don't bother me!"

The servants immediately carried the stunned maid away, and crawled out of the hall, but they could not go far, and had to wait tremblingly at the door of the parlor, waiting for the master's orders.

After a quarter of an hour or so, the deep voice of Vouchos came from the hall: "Bring me Master Horus."

"Yes, master."

The slave immediately ran to call for someone.

Horus was a commoner mage with no background, having been supported by Vopos since his apprenticeship and living in Vopos' mansion.

After a while, he came to the hall and saw Vobos drinking alone.

Naturally, he knew why.

"Marshal, is it because of Crescent Town?"

Vobos had regained his composure, nodded, and gestured to the chair beside him.

"Sit down."

When Horus sat down, he reached out and tapped the table gently.

"My aunt is so eccentric, she just treats Shabolai as her son."

"I don't know what *** water that ugly and fat bastard gave her!"

Horus smiled faintly, "The Count has no partner and no heirs, and now that he is old, he will find solace."

"In particular, General Chapole was raised by her own hands, so she naturally has a preference."

"But forgive my offense, General Chapole himself is a lump of mud, and no matter how much he supports, I am afraid it will be difficult to achieve great things."

"I know all of that."

Vobos took a sullen sip of his wine and said curiously, "Where do you say Shabolai got so much money?"

He did a little calculation just now, and found that it would cost at least nearly 200,000 crowns or more to build such a large convoy, but the people of the Temple Sect plus Faeron compensation were only 150,000.

He couldn't figure it out, where did the extra 50,000 come from?

Horus and Rosen have a deep relationship, but because Rosen is so dazzling, he can't afford to mess with it, so he planned to leave it at that.

But he didn't expect that the other party would jump so much that he dared to get involved in the dispute for the next earl of Silvermoon Castle, and it obviously angered Fu Bo and Faeron.

Both bigwigs hated Rosen terribly.

In addition, he has obtained Fei Lun's "Sun Fire" cheats, and he has recently successfully broken through the high-level obstacle to become a high-level mage.

Under various factors, he had an idea in his heart again.

So, he whispered, "It must have been done with the help of Master Lawson."

"Lawson!"

With a dark look in his eyes, he took a big sip of wine and said, "Then how did he get this money?!"

"Probably a gallery ........"

"It's impossible, the gallery can get him a maximum of three kilograms a month, which is too far away."

"Is that a magic shop?" Chinese Net

"The small business of the magic weapon shop, which is like a mosquito leg, can make a thousand a month, and it will be sky-high!"

Horus said, "I'll go and find out."

Fu Bos waved his hand: "Forget it, you don't need to check, you will know after a long time."

After a pause, he said, "I heard that the female director of the gallery is very shrewd, with high wrists, and a beautiful person, and she is Rosen's lover."

"You find a chance to get her out, find a few ruffians to kill her, throw her body in the street, and give Lawson a warning to stop meddling!"

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Ruth was stunned, and said secretly in his heart, "Why did they ask me to build a temple one by one."

He was sober-minded, but he didn't want to provoke the temple, which was God's territory.

So, he whispered, "Marshal, why bother to move an insignificant female supervisor? Wouldn't it be nice to just get Lawson gone?"

Fu Bobo's eyes darkened, and he asked, "Rosen is a middle-level divine grace mage, he is so famous, his spells are also powerful, and he is so young, how could he not have lost?"

If Rosen could easily deal with it, he would have done it a long time ago, and would he have waited until now?

After all, the current owner of Silvermoon Castle is his aunt, not him, and his aunt values Lawson very much.

If he had done something to Rosen, he would have succeeded in killing him.

I'm afraid that if I don't kill it, then it will be a big trouble, and when the time comes, my aunt and the temple will attack me together, and then the next Lord of Silver Moon Castle is probably Xia Bolaidang.

Horus stood up and saluted.

"Marshal, if Lawson has been staying near Silvermoon Castle, then it will naturally be difficult for us to do it."

"But now he's gone to the wilderness of Crescent Town."

"As long as you leave this matter to me, I will guarantee that Lawson will never return to Silvermoon Castle again, and the whole process will be clean and without leaving a trace."

Fupos shook his head, a little suspicious: "Although you are all flame mages, I'm afraid your flames can't burn Lawson, right?"

It is true that Lawson is mid-level, but everyone knows that his mana strength is surprisingly high, not even inferior to that of ordinary high-level mages.

His words were like a poisonous snake that gnawed at Horus, and made him feel extremely annoyed, but he could not show it on his face, for it would be despised by Vobos.

"Marshal, maybe my fire spells are not as good as Lawson's, but anyone is afraid of daggers pierced in the dark."

"I will plan carefully, push him step by step, choke him, make him breathless, exhaust him until he is exhausted, and then deliver another fierce blow to extinguish his flames completely!"

Vobos turned his gaze around Horus, "Have you figured out the plan?"

"Nature."

"As long as my plan is carried out, not only will Rosen die, but Shapole will also return from Crescent Town in disgrace."

"The Count still has to rely on your power to rule Crescent Town."

Seeing that Vaupos did not speak, Horus thought that this result did not satisfy him, so he said, "Marshal, or, perhaps, you can let Shapole stay in Crescent Town forever."

Vaupos had some excitement, but in the end, he shook his head and rejected the tempting offer.

"After all, he is a member of the Omixia family, and he is also my brother, let him live humblely."

There is also a bottom line for family infighting, which is a highland tradition and a natural law. Because those families that have no bottom line for infighting usually wither quickly.

This bottom line, Vobos is still very clear and will be firmly guarded.

"As you wish, Marshal!"

"What do you need from me?"

"A lot of money for an event, 2,000 crowns is enough."

"Good."

Vobos nodded, took another sip of wine, and felt the boredom in his chest relieved a little.

"The more careful the plan, the more meticulous patience is required, and I don't need you to give me the results right away. I'll set you a deadline just before this year's Winter Snow Festival."

"Thank you for your wisdom, Marshal, and you will surely get a good result."

Horus smiled and slowly retreated, his figure disappearing behind the gates of the Marshal's Palace.

Not long after he left the hall, behind a window on the second floor of the Marshal's Mansion, a figure stood behind a curtain, quietly watching Horus's back.

It was none other than another mid-level mage in the service of Vobos, Bige.

He glanced at Horus a few times, then withdrew his gaze, and a thought flashed through his mind.

"The ship of Vobos is a little unstable."

He was not the same as Horus, he was the son of a nobleman

Behind the family stands the family.

Without Vobos, you can still live a good life.

But if you follow the wrong person, then there will be no good days.

"Gen-la Rosen was generous and gave a lecture at the tea party the other day. If I give him this news, I will definitely get a good reward."

"In the unlikely event that the ship sinks, I can easily go ashore with this connection."

The little nobleman rides the wall, that is the traditional operation, not stumbling.