Helena was gone—in spite of Theo's reluctance, and of course the Duke of Bran Elfwan, who stubbornly believed that Theodore had given Helena some hint that had made her choose to go to the Kwyn River, and had deliberately not seen him all afternoon, and had hid in the tent to read—and the young Caesar had no choice but to laugh wryly at this childish mood.

As Helena had said, Theodore had always deliberately kept her by his side, like a young lady in his boudoir, and in his heart he still resented letting a girl do what a man did, especially war.

As for the other side, there is more or less some meaning to weaken Helena's influence. Theodore believed in Helena, a girl who might be strong and courageous, but who had no desire for power, and more of a desire to fulfill a responsibility that she should do and that she could only afford.

But if you put it to the whole north, the blood of the Pendragon family in Helena's body can easily attract the watchful eyes of others - in any case, Theodore is a Roman, and his future rule will inevitably be centered on the original Roman aristocracy, although the righteousness of the Radiant Cross and the full support of Helena are obviously somewhat estranged. Moreover, Helena, who is the last descendant of Pendragon, has almost no team, and it is obviously more beneficial to be loyal to her and restore the country, and it is easier to enter the center of power in the empire.

Relying on the policy of forced redemption, Theodore completely controlled the regions from Caesarea to Haringos and Talboa, but in the vast north, there are still many large and small places that are still watching, and there are still people in Mistema, Laria, and Salion, who still disagree with Theodore, but because of the powerful prestige of the Radiant Cross, and the oath of allegiance of Salald and others, they have temporarily suppressed their thoughts.

Banners of the Radiant Cross and the Golden Laurel Crown are held high. Helena and the fifty knights of the Imperial Guard led by Valence left - as Helena's own flag bearer, Knight Ain Talboa naturally left with her, and the female knight did not hesitate to raise the Radiant Cross Banner high, and looked at the ever-zombie-faced Captain of Valens, with a slightly defiant look - although the latter never paid attention to her.

But on the way to the Kwyn River, at the western foot of the Fault Mountain, to be exact, an unexpected old man joined her group.

"In the name of the Radiant Cross, Her Royal Highness Princess Helena Pendragon. Dressed in a brown robe and on crutches, Malcius bent down to salute, and the benevolent old man looked at Helena on a horse: "Can you allow an old man to become a follower of you?"

"I thought you were gone, honorable prophet. Helena smiled and rolled over and dismounted. Led up to Malcius: "Theodor...... Oh, Mistress Julian has been looking for you. ”

"I'm not a prophet anymore - just an old man now. Maltheus smiled smugly, "My mission is complete. The next thing to do is just what you should do as an old man. ”

"The road north isn't that safe, and you may need a wizard to help you. The old man bent down slightly, and his posture was humble: "After living for so many years, you can still understand the stars and weather to some extent, which can save you some detours - I think our time should be very tight, right?"

"Of course, it is a great honor for us to join us!" Helena nodded, looking behind her, "Captain Valens, please give a horse to Mr. Maltheus." ”

"Follow your orders. Valence nodded stiffly. With a pull on the reins, a changing horse was led to Malcius—a slightly irascible Salion mare.

But to Valence's surprise, the mare not only did not complain about being touched by strangers, but leaned meekly against Malcius's side. It's like meeting an owner you haven't seen in years.

"I don't know how to train horses, but I've learned how to understand the language of beasts from the great druids of the Lagranges. Maltheus saw Valense's confusion, smiled casually, and turned on his horse. He put the hood on top of his head.

"There may be a light rain in the evening, so let's hurry up, my lords!"

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"Dear Lord Mehimmus. and Sir Ahart. All the lords of the Kwyn River are already waiting for you both in the hall, so please get there as soon as possible. A well-dressed young man like a servant walked into the room, bowed slightly to the two Mesimus, and said unhurriedly.

"We'll go now. Messimus said gently, and turned his head to look at Ludwig beside him, who had changed into a clean black burqa, with his sword at his waist, and instead of his usual elegance and calmness, he was dressed as an iron-blooded general.

"Hopefully our tardiness doesn't make them feel too rude. Ludwig's voice was low and magnetic, and he loosely tightened his gloves and ring. The servant nodded, and quietly left the room—without saying a word more.

"It's a soldier - or a knight. Mehemus looked at the departing figure of the butler and whispered as if in praise. Then he said to Ludwig: "It looks like we have to get ready." ”

"Convincing a lord to go to war is no easy task—even if the enemy is on his doorstep. Ludwig smiled slightly sarcastically: "I have heard that the Romans were proud of their elegant rhetoric and oratorical skills, and you must be equally adept at this - as a close servant of Caesar." ”

"I don't have that talent, and I don't like to give speeches—I just have to take care of all the military affairs for Caesar. "Actually, I've only spoken to soldiers. ”

"Then you'll need to put your presentation skills to work with a group of manor owners this time. Ludwig raised an eyebrow and looked at Mehemus: "It's a hundred times more difficult than inspiring soldiers." ”

"I think so. Mesimus nodded, and suddenly asked Ludwig as if he remembered something, "By the way, may I trouble you with one thing, Sir Arhard." Can you put back on the burqa you wore when you came?"

"Of course you can—as I told you when I came. Ludwig smiled knowingly: "I will obey all your orders." ”

........................ "Your Excellency General Petronius Mehemus, Honorable Minister of War of Rome, and Sir Ludwig Ahart, Governor of Larria!"

The butler, who saw Mehemus and Ludwig walking to the door, hurriedly called out loudly, and in a blink of an eye, the dark red blood stains on Sir Ludwig's burqa were extremely eye-catching. But the butler didn't say much, turned and walked out of the hall.

Seeing the two of them enter, a group of richly dressed fellows on both sides of the long table in the hall quickly stood up, and even Lord Charles, who was sitting in the main seat, gave up his seat and sat down on the second seat, and vacated the chair - the long table, which had been empty, was also covered with a banner of golden laurels, and the golden laurels on the big red were so bright and dazzling, reminding everyone present that they had given their oath of allegiance to which lord.

"I think you all know very well why the great Caesar, and the only human emperor of all mankind, Lord Theodore Julian, has sent me here. As soon as Mesimus sat down, he spoke, "The orcs of the south are migrating northward, and now one or even several tribes are heading in the direction of the Kwyn River. Caesar is leading an army to attack the fortress of Severcro, and the River Kwyn must hold off the orc tribes heading north and wait for reinforcements to arrive!"

"But, but...... Our army has all gone to join Lord Julian's coalition!" A middle-aged man who was a little overweight kept wiping the beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, and said helplessly: "Five hundred sword and shield men, two thousand auxiliaries, and enough food and escort carriages to supply an army of 20,000 people. ”

"The Kwyn River has made its own promise, shouldn't the Great Human Emperor Bixia also protect the manor and fruit grove of the Kwyn River as he promised?!"

"Is the capture of the fortress of Severcro more important than the safety of the whole north, and the more difficult it is, is it not better to protect our people than to capture a castle that no longer has a single figure!"

............ The whole hall echoed with the quarrels of the lords, accusing each other of selfishness, but they were unwilling to come up with any more reasonable solutions, just quarrels. On the contrary, it was Lord Charles who took the initiative to stand up and think that he should obey Theodore's orders.

But the reason for this is simple - the Charles family controls the largest farmland near the Kwyn River, and whoever the orcs attack first will suffer the Charles family.

"Quiet-!!!"

As if roaring like a lion, Mesimus, dressed in a red coat, stood up, his cold gaze swept over, and the temperature of the whole hall seemed to have dropped a little, and everyone was silent, except for Sir Ludwig, who still looked calm, humbly bowed his head and was silent.

"In Caesar's name, lords of the Kwyn River. Mesimus's roar was low, hoarse but full of deep liliang, like a beast that could not bear it: "I am not asking you to send troops, nor am I making any deal with you. ”

"I am commanding you, commanding you to obey the will of Caesar—that is the will of the gods!" (To be continued......)

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