The situation in the area around the fortress of Coron has become tense because of the army of barbarians on the wild snowy mountains, and the scouts have been entering and leaving the fortress in waves without stopping.

As the commander of the fortress, Sir Yale, from the 25th of last month, has been patrolling the walls of the fortress almost day and night, and this battle is a crucial battle for him who is over forty, because if nothing else, this battle is also the last battle of his military career.

Sir Yale served in the Fortress of Coron for ten years, and according to the custom of the Military Department, he would soon be able to return to the Imperial Capital, obtain a good position in the Military Department, and then enjoy the rest of his life.

As for what kind of position he can get in the military department, it depends on his family status and the merits he has obtained.

Although his family is a traditional aristocracy of the empire, the history can be traced back to the nomadic era three hundred years ago, but to this day, in addition to the proud family bloodline and a hereditary knighthood, the rest is a decent manor outside the town of Hattis.

So, Sir Yale takes this imminent war very seriously. Ever since he received the news of the scout last month, he had been tense and his temper had become so bad that the soldiers in the fortress had taken a detour even when they saw him.

Knight of Alfred, Sir Yale's lieutenant, a commoner-born, has served in the Fortress of Coron for more than twenty years, and has just received the title of Imperial Knight two years ago, which is half a nobleman.

At this moment, the knight, who had just turned forty, had a palpable anxiety on his face, for he had not appeared in front of the soldiers since Sir Yale had returned to his room two days earlier because he was too sleepy to stand it.

Although, in the past, Sir Yale used to rest in his room for several days on end after being tired, after all, in this kind of ghost weather, it is the happiest thing to stay in the room and bake the wallfire.

But now at a critical juncture, more and more military newspapers are piling up on the desk of the commander of the fortress, and many of them are no longer able to be handled by his adjutant.

Moreover, Alfred was obliged to remind his superiors that if he was delayed because of the military situation, he would be punished no less than his superiors.

But he did not dare to knock on Sir Yale's door alone, because he knew that Sir Yale's temper was not good now, and he did not want to lose his knighthood because of such a trivial matter.

So, he led two of the five captains of the Corps to find the Fortress Magician Captain Raven and the Chief of Staff Sir Ike and invite them to come with him to Sir Yale's room.

"Bang bang!"

The knock on the door changed from soft at the beginning to rough now.

The Knight of Alfred could swear that he hadn't been so anxious for a long time, and that the patience he had honed over twenty years in the army had been the key to his knighthood, but he had clearly lost the patience he had so hard to hon.

The middle-aged knight was slamming the wooden door of Sir Yale's room with his large ring-clad leather palm.

"Just bang on the door. Sir Icke, Chief of Staff, said impatiently, saying that the weather in the Coron Fortress area was not like the Imperial Capital, where it was bitterly cold all year round.

The Knight of Alfred had wanted to do this, but he knew that such a matter could not be brought up by him, so when Ser Ike had made a proposal, he immediately looked at the others to get their opinions.

"Yes!" Captain Magician Laven nodded.

But the two captains avoided Al Lev's eyes, and it was obvious that they did not dare to make a suggestion on this matter, even if they did not dare to go along with it.

"Boom!"

"Bang!" Alfret slammed with all his might, and the wooden door opened, and with the support of the two of them, he could have done so.

When the door opened, a chill greeted me.

The wall fire has long been extinguished...

The room was a little dark, and the magician Ravon casually lit the wooden torch in the doorway.

"Crackle!" The quiet environment made the sound of the torch burning particularly harsh, and at the same time, a bad premonition began to spread in the hearts of several people, and they walked quickly to the edge of the bed...

They walked so fast that one of the corps captains even accidentally bumped into a stool in the corner.

On the bed, Sir Yale's face was pale.

He's dead...

The whole person was frozen into icicles!

Several people stared at Sir Yale's corpse, their faces changed drastically, and they were speechless in shock.

Although they had all speculated about this before, and some even cursed him to go to hell sooner, when the fortress commander actually died in front of him, there was a trace of nervousness and fear in their hearts.

"Hurry up and block the news and use the Blood Eagle to send a message to the imperial capital!" Seeing this scene, the chief of staff's face was comparable to that of Sir Yale on the bed, "Send twice as many scouts to find out the information of the barbarians." ”

"How did Chief Yale die?" asked the Knight Alfred as he turned to the magician Ravin, who was concerned about it, after all, anyone could care about the silent death of the Commander of the Fortress.

"I can't see it yet, but Jazz's body doesn't have any wounds, and it doesn't look like it's poisoned. Raven probed cautiously with his magic, "Give me two hours." With that, he looked at Sir Icke, the highest-ranking chief of staff here.

Ike didn't hesitate, "As soon as possible, it's a critical moment." ”

"Understood!"

"Again, until we have the exact news of the Imperial Capital, the affairs of the Yale Chief are not to be known to anyone outside of us. Ike coldly glanced at everyone present as a warning.

"The soldiers hadn't seen the commander for two days in a row, and they weren't afraid they would be able to hide it for long. One of the two captains said cautiously.

"If you can't hide it, you have to hide it!" Ike stared.

......

Imperial capital, when it's getting dark...

Pedi returns to the Prime Minister's Mansion with a teenager, his new subordinate.

In the afternoon, before going through the formalities of handing over the guards, Pedi went to meet Martha at the agreed place, the woman had no clue to him, and the guard named Mosia knew nothing.

Pedi was not disappointed, after all, even if there were clues now, it was in vain, under the noses of the guards to overturn the iron case they had just completed...

It's almost impossible!

And he came to meet this woman because of the promise he had just made.

That's all.

However, when Martha made the previous request to leave the guards, Pedi subconsciously wanted to agree to the words that just came to his mouth, but swallowed them alive.

Because, he suddenly felt that it might be a good choice to keep this woman in his current position.

Pedi could feel the unspeakable anger and helplessness of the woman's rejection, and she may have thought of resisting at some point, but in the end, she chose to accept it after a low curse.

However, Pedi didn't just want to keep this woman, he wanted to make this woman and her gang serve him, so Pedi added at the end: "I still lack a servant, I think your son is good, maybe he can serve me as my apprentice." ”

A whimsical experimental idea, a charity-like subordinate.