Haha!" Knight Durrou laughed and walked over to hug Cecil, "I'd love to celebrate you, but the truth is that you'll have to leave for a while, trust me... You'll be back soon. ”

"I know, everything... It's all for Your Majesty's cause and for our future. Cecil shrugged open-mindedly.

"General Bowenright would have liked to come in person, but... You know, he's too busy right now. ”

"I know," Cecil repeated.

As he spoke, Knight Duru picked up the head that Cecil had brought back, and after careful examination, threw it into the thriving furnace beside him.

"Representative of the military headquarters of the garrison camp of the Bien Commander, you are now the army general of the kingdom, and the deputy officer of the military department. Knight Duru patted Cecil on the shoulder after watching his bloody head being engulfed in flames, "I believe that soon you will be able to return to the barracks again to fight alongside me, and maybe you will be my commander at that time." ”

...

The camp of the Krurian garrison outside the 'Fortress of Death'.

One night had passed since the assassination that shook the top of the army, and no orders were issued from the king's tent, and His Majesty did not hold a regular meeting of the top level after dawn, as was the usual day.

Although General Rendin-Reagan, who took over the management of the barracks, ordered that the assassination must be kept tightly sealed at the top of the military, it slowly spread to the middle and lower echelons of the army. So far, five high-ranking officers have been arrested and imprisoned by Rendin Reagan for spreading rumors, and they have soon been declared guilty of treason.

When the five bloody heads were hung high at the gate of the camp, the rumors on the surface were blocked, but the whispers in the secret were even more rampant.

Camp King's Tent,

The number of guards and patrols in the vicinity has tripled, and the erected circles glow with magical energy, forming an arcane circle that blocks all intrusions from outside forces.

The damaged roof of the tent had been repaired, and the vigorous campfire kept the inside of the tent at a comfortable temperature, and Pedi was sitting next to the campfire, on which was a roasted golden deer leg, and the captain of the guard, Willie Jon, was seriously flipping the grill, muttering, "This is the knight of the eastern watchtower station, who specially hunted your prey in the nearby jungle to take care of your health." ”

How did this feel like he was saying it to the old man. Pedi deliberately grimaced, "I should have let the knight who couldn't speak feed the sheep." ”

"Then you have to be careful, he's notoriously gluttonous. Willie Jon laughed.

The nearby knights laughed too, and soon the laughter was linked.

"Your Majesty, I've heard you've read a lot of books?" asked the knightly guard in dark blue family robes, jokingly.

"It's all useless books. ”

"Then you say, is there really a dragon in this world?"

"What?" Peddy looked the knight up and down, "Do you still fantasize about slaying dragons?"

"Who didn't fantasize about it when they were young?"

"Are you still small?" said a nearby knight, who had a particularly heavy bite on the 'small' in his mouth.

"Haha"

The knights, including Pedy and Sir Willy, burst into laughter, and their laughter made the knight who spoke blush, but he didn't know how to refute it.

"What's so funny?"

Amid the laughter, steady footsteps and a thick nasal voice of inquiry sounded at the door, and everyone subconsciously raised their eyes to look over.

It was Lundin Reagan, who had apparently driven some way in the cold wind, his hair and beard covered with ice slag gleaming in the light of the tent's lights.

"Come and sit, the deer leg from the eastern guard tower station, a rare good thing. As Pedi spoke, the knight beside him immediately gave up a seat.

"It's really good, I haven't eaten fresh barbecue since I went out. ”

"The knights of the eastern guard tower have been given fifty lashes for violating military orders. Willy-Jon chuckled, "Pour a full glass of wine for the general for the fifty lashes." ”

There was a heckling sound, and Lundin-Reagan was poured three glasses of ale.

Amid the smell of wine, the king and his guards shared the not-so-roasted deer leg.

The time of leisure and merriment was short-lived, and the guards left the camp one after another at the signal of Willy Jon.

When only Pedi and his uncle, Lundin Reagan, were left in the tent, the relaxed atmosphere slowly faded away and was replaced by seriousness and silence.

"There is news from the royal capital that the aristocratic rebellion has been suppressed, but it has not been completely resolved..."Lendin-Reagan took out a document he had with him, "Now, the rebels are gathering in the Seventh Block, using the tight defense system of the estates throughout the Seventh Block to confront the police stations and garrisons. ”

"According to the analysis of the military department, if it is normal, it will take at least half a month to completely defeat the rebels in the seventh district and restore order there. "Lendin-Reagan observed the King's expression from time to time during his debriefing, but the King's expression was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

"What do you mean by 'normal'?" Pedi carefully flipped through the papers his uncle handed him, the official terminology on them irritated him.

"There are a lot of old buildings in the 7th block, and that's a testament to our history, so..."

"Huh?" Pedi frowned, the seventh block and all the surrounding blocks and the castle of Caval were the oldest buildings in Crewe City, and this neighborhood was more than just a noble manor district. As Lundin-Reagan said, many of the old buildings in the 7th Block represent the history of Crewe.

"What's the Queen's opinion?" said Pedy, who couldn't help but get the cigar.

"Her Majesty has decided to storm and sweep away the remnants of the rebels within three days. Lundin-Reagan reported truthfully, and when he had said this, without waiting for the king to speak, he continued: "Your Majesty, I think... With the current situation of the rebels, there is no way out, they... They don't have the courage to fight to the death, so... It is not necessary to resolve the incident by force. ”

"You're saying deal with the main leaders and not hold the rest accountable?" said Pedi, still looking like a pool of stagnant water.

"Most of the rebels are nothing more than demagogues, and most of the nobles don't know anything about the new laws of the kingdom, and now our victorious side, didn't you say that the victors should be open-minded..."

"There is no winner in this upheaval, I am the biggest loser. Paddy couldn't resist touching the cigar, he closed the papers that Lundin Reagan had handed in, and threw them into the burning campfire, "Haven't you seen the information that has been sent, they are storming the castle gates with weapons—" he stared into his uncle's eyes, "If there were a group of robbers waving weapons at your doorstep, would you sit down and negotiate with them?"

"I've given these people countless chances, but they've never taken them, and they've taken my kindness for weakness and my forgiveness for granted, so... This time there was only brutality and killing!" Pei Di pointed to his uncle and said, "Reply to the queen, just say... I don't want negotiations of any nature, there is no mercy to the robbers. ”

Lundin-Reagan sighed helplessly when he heard the king's attitude of not refusing, but he didn't feel that the king was too ruthless, because he was very aware of the king's previous forgiveness to the nobles, but as the king said just now, many nobles did not regard this as forgiveness.

"Your Majesty, Sir Bowenright has received news that Sir Amos has been assassinated by assassins, Chief of Staff Cecil has been seriously wounded, and that the Sixth Heavy Infantry Army needs a new leader. "Lundin Reagan reported the news with a formulaic approach.

Pedy Reagan didn't look surprised, he nodded flatly, "Inform Viscount Marne of this matter as soon as possible... Hopefully, this time he will be able to send a commander who will be satisfied. ”

"Yes!" said Lundin-Reagan, who had never been interested in the local aristocracy.

"What's the reaction of the fortress on the other side today?" Pedi finally couldn't hold back, picking up a cigar and lighting it.

"It's as calm as ever. ”

"How is the offensive plan prepared?"

"Everything is as usual and can be done in the next two days. ”

"Very well, that's the point," said Pedi, pulling out a wooden sign carved with a strange pattern from his pocket, "Before attacking, you can try to contact Muvet Feller on the other side, and I won't get involved... I just look at the results. ”

Lundin Reagan's eyelids jumped uncontrollably when he heard this, he didn't want to take the seemingly beautiful wooden card in front of him, but he couldn't refuse the king's will, "I'll do my best... But Your Majesty, do you really intend to let Muvet-Phil go?"

"He has other uses for me...", Peddy thought for a moment and explained, "We need to understand death magic, and the memories of Muvet-Phil can help us understand this, and the Kingdom Court Mage Regiment and the Mage Tower are preparing to form a joint laboratory in El Ruk Fort to study the new knowledge of magic." ”

For example, Death Demon **** Ding Reagan added in his heart.

"The world is more complicated than you think, and the history of elves is not necessarily correct. Pedi looked at the deer bones abandoned next to the fire, "I contacted the 'First General' of the Elven Kingdom, and he told me that the 'Order of Chaos' should not exist, but it appeared. ”

...

The morning glow appeared again on the dark horizon, and after another long night in early spring, the city of Crewe, although there was a brief confusion under the spread of rumors yesterday, when the drawbridge at the city gate fell on time, countless merchants and travelers still poured into the city.

In a small farm house on the plain to the left of the crossroads outside the city, Zerodin-Marne, like he was at Fort Cowind, got up punctually at the beginning of the morning and walked along a field path accompanied by his servants.

At eight o'clock in the morning, when the sky was completely bright and the thick fog in the fields gradually dispersed, a fast horse galloped from the farm gate to the villa.

Ten minutes later, Zerodin-Marne received an important piece of information from Fort Cowind.

After reading the information, the nearly seventy-year-old lord pondered for two hours, and then whispered to his cronies: "This time it is Your Majesty who has won the victory, and we... Let's go back first. ”

The inner city of Crewe,

The Minister of War, Sira Marne, has received a definite order from Queen Kavalburg to immediately attack the Seventh Block and wipe out all rebels in the shortest possible time at any cost.

An hour later, amid the sound of continuous horns, the three brigades of the garrison corps, as well as the two thousand goblin musketeers assembled last night, launched a storming on the seventh district under the cover of the palace magician brigade magic and countless heavy crossbows.

After twelve hours of fighting, another armed force suddenly appeared inside the seventh block to attack the rebel flank, and the stalemate immediately turned to a sharp end.

At three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, the rebels left a ruin and retreated to a well-defended manor house in the seventh block.

At half past three, just before Sheila Marne was about to launch a general attack, a group of rebels with white flags walked out of the manor, and at the forefront of this group of rebels was obviously the leader of the previous rebels, Weiz Burst.

However, at this moment, Weisz-Burstt is no longer as energetic as yesterday, he is tied up and forcibly pushed forward by two rebels.

"Ahh Weiz-Burst's mouth opened to curse, but his voice was like a baby's dream, he swayed his bound body, his hair was stained with sesame oil, his beautiful leather armor was gone, and the thin inner fir made him shiver in the cold wind.

"We may speak a little, Sir Marne. The middle-aged man hiding behind Weiz Burstt shouted, "My name is Terrence, a former member of the Castle Knights, everything that has happened in the past two days has been a misunderstanding, we were all deceived by Weiz Burst, and now..."

"Shut up!" Sirah-Marne's icy voice echoed through the magic microphone to every corner of the surrounding area, "Look around you, countless soldiers have died for your rebellion, this region has been turned into a sea of fire because of your selfish desires, countless beautiful families have been shattered because of you, and your crimes are simply not to be told. ”

"This is a misunderstanding..."

"Whoosh!" the arrow sliced through the void, striking the struggling Weiz Burst.

Weiz Burst bent down in pain, his dreamy screams frantically growing, and his struggling body slowly collapsed under the shocked gaze of Terrence and others behind him.

Sira Marne pressed down the bow and arrows of the knight of Hunnie beside her, "Now, you go back and meet our attack like a real warrior, at least you can fall like a warrior, or you will only be hanged in the eyes of countless people!"

Terrence regained his composure after a brief moment of shock when he heard Sira Marne's words, and he ignored his companions fleeing within the high walls of the manor behind him, and solemnly gave a knightly salute to Sira Marne.

"You should shoot him now. Hanina looked at Terrence's back and frowned.

"Her Majesty the Queen has given me the command, and it is my business to do what I do, and your duty now is to record the crimes of the rebels. Sila Marne didn't explain, but refuted Hanina in cold language like a subordinate.

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