The warm sunlight projected into the room through the gaps in the curtains. The gray-haired Duke Angma turned his head, put down the parchment in his hand, got up and pulled open the curtains, then reached out and pushed open the window.

The cold air poured into the room, and the warmth created by the fireplace was driven out in an instant. The old duke frowned slightly. The cold made his mind clearer, but the message he received in the early morning made him unable to calm down now.

After taking a few breaths, Angma immediately coughed - the maid Julie hurried over and put on a cloak for him, whispering him to leave the window quickly.

"I'm old...I'm old."

Tightening the cloak on his shoulders, Angma waved his hand, but his eyes looked at Hollier's northern city wall. In the morning light, a team that was leaving the city could be vaguely seen.

"Hopefully there is time."

He sighed, and then the servant who rushed over came whispered to ask for instructions-"Biography Benjamin asked for the master downstairs."

As if he had expected this, Angma whispered: "Let him come up and talk."

Not long after, Benjamin, wearing a robe, came to Angma. The bishop came up without saying a word, but bowed deeply and apologized, saying ashamed: "There are traitors in the sect... I am really powerless."

"Apology now won't help him."

Angma Xu helped her, but she didn't mean to turn against her. She wanted to say something, but she started coughing.

Benjamin raised his hand to use the Holy Light Technique to treat it, but the old duke waved his hand to stop it: "With... cough... the problem left in the war before, it would be bad if he used too much magic. I... cough... I still know this."

Having said that, Benjamin naturally would not continue to cast spells. After a moment of silence, he continued: "I tried to block the news as much as possible, but in the end he found out that someone revealed... There is no way, I can only get the team on the road as soon as possible, hoping that this can catch up..."

"The plan cannot keep up with the changes, and it is useless for you and I to blame myself." Although he said so, Angma's face was still gloomy. Although he did not offend people, he could see that he was indeed angry. "Rody was alone in front of us old men. A few days ago, he killed the 'Winderer' and the mastermind behind him. With such a great contribution, we gave him such 'help'? I know this is not your fault, but... it's not acceptable, it's really unreasonable..."

"I feel ashamed that when people get old, I still have to let such a junior stand up for me."

Although such words were very light, they were as heavy as a tremendous amount, which made Benjamin's old face flush in an instant - his shame made him unable to raise his head at all. Although he had expected such a result when he came to apologize, he was all very old. After saying such words, his face was still a little unstoppable.

"I do my best, if this matter can pass, it will pass. If it cannot be passed--"

Angma shook her head and sighed, without saying anything, but just lowered her eyes and said, "Go back early and arrange it. No matter what, Everta should be cleaned up."

As if he had finally been relieved, Benjamin lowered his head and bowed again to apologize, and then left silently.

After he left, Angma coughed violently again - this time he coughed for a long time and even more violently. The maid Julie hurriedly brought warm water to pat the duke on the back. When Angma raised her head, her originally pale face was extremely red due to bloodshed, and it took her a long time to recover slowly.

Julie wanted to call Bishop Benjamin who had just left back, but Angma waved his hand and refused. He endured the pain in his chest, came to the desk, picked up a quill and continued to write the letter.

"…There is actually a traitor... I'm so ashamed..."

*******

At the same time, Earl Owen faced the cold wind blowing from the forest, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth...

"No wonder I have to endure it all the time. It turns out that I have to wait for the 12th to take action."

The letter paper in his hand was delivered just this morning, and the source was naturally the "Rose Cross" monastery in Hollier City - no matter how confidential the news is, no matter how blocked it, it cannot resist the traitor...

Because of the existence of this traitor, Roddy's plan to capture all the "traitors" in the Iversa Territory has completely lost its effectiveness!

Although his plans are meticulous, they can only be called "conspiracy". Once the conspiracy is known to the opponent, all his advantages will be completely disintegrated in an instant!

"Baron Soder...there are sixty knights and twenty infantry under him? This is really ridiculous - there is another one named Roddy? I have never heard of such a person..."

Recalling the content written in the letter, Earl Owen actually disagreed: a unit less than a hundred people... is just a group of weak scum who can be crushed to death at will.

I originally thought I could avenge Lord Ansadin with my own hands, but now it seems that the two barons I sent in advance were enough to solve all this.

He looked up at the sun, guessing in his heart that the "Baron Soder" would end - I'm afraid that his head would be brought to him soon?

However, before this thought disappeared, several figures of running wildly on horseback appeared in their sight. When they approached, Owen realized that the few people in front of him looked familiar...

"Please...ask for help!"

"Sir Owen, we need support!"

A few minutes later, Count Irving, who heard these knights tell the story of his encounter, widened his eyes and even suspected that he had hallucinations.

Sixty knights and more than one hundred and thirty infantrymen, only a few people came back in an encounter?

Earl Irving was not stupid, so he immediately asked about the combat process in detail. After analyzing the words of these knights, he frowned deeply.

Soderol actually established a line of defense in the forest?

Such a thing gave Duke Irving a headache: he knew very well that if he led his troops to rush forward, the fate would probably not be much better than the two dead barons.

"Transfer my order and immediately increase the inspection scope around Jige Town, and report any abnormal movements immediately - be vigilant when you see any unidentified team!"

Increase the monitoring range and gradually exploit Soder's range of action. From a military perspective, Count Irving is obviously well versed in the right way of military tactics.

His approach was extremely correct, because according to the news of the traitor, it would take two days for those "Rose Cross" teams that tried to destroy themselves to arrive here. Before that, he could monitor all surrounding areas and look for opportunities to break them!

After taking the initiative in grasping the information, Earl Owen immediately stood in the position of "actively trading" from the situation of "passively being beaten" - however, such a reversal of the situation was not over. Not long after the investigation order was executed, a message sent back from the forest made the count's mouth even more grinned...

His scout found a strange team rushing towards the direction where Soderol was.

*******

As time approached noon, the battlefield outside the forest was basically gone.

The strong smell of blood filled the air, but after smelling it for a long time, there was no initial disgust. In the forest defense line, the soldiers who were resting had just had a simple lunch and were resting at this time. Akasha walked among the soldiers, constantly releasing the "recovery techniques" one by one on the injured scout.

"Thank you, Pastor Akasha."

"You're welcome."

The sword has no eyes, and injury is inevitable. The soldiers are not machines, they are afraid of death, and they will hurt after being stabbed. This is a inevitable experience. However, the existence of Akasha greatly relieves their pain, so they all respect the beautiful priest from the bottom of their hearts and are extremely polite in their words.

Feeling the sincere greetings of these soldiers, Akasha felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction. In the past, studying divine art was just a simple "study". Now that she saw that divine art saved the soldiers, she, who is kind, naturally felt that she was doing well.

But when he returned to Roddy, Akasha was scolded directly.

"Who told you to do this? The battle is far from over. It is a taboo to consume mana! You are not allowed to do this without my orders in the future. Did you hear it?"

After saying these few words, Akasha was at a loss. She pursed her lips and wanted to argue something, but in the end she lowered her head and endured it. She stuttered: "I understand."

I felt very aggrieved in my heart, and even tears were rolling in my eyes.

"Just remember, take it."

In his vision, a blue crystal bottle was stuffed into his hand, and Roddy's tone was immediately heard in his ears: "It will be better to take it slowly, at least keep his mana more than half at any time."

“Yeah…thank you.”

Akasha lowered her head and held the bottle of mana potion tightly. Most of the grievance and dissatisfaction in her heart also dissipated, but then she found that Roddy's face was always a little gloomy, so she mustered up the courage and asked, "I... haven't we won, what else is there?"

"Go and restore your mana quickly, you don't understand if you say it."

Roddy didn't mean to explain, and treated her like a child. This made Akasha very unconvinced, but when she saw Soderol walking over with a serious look on her face, she gave up the idea of ​​continuing to speak, walked not far away and sat down to meditate.

But from afar, she could vaguely hear the two of them:

“As planned, Nata should have arrived…”

"…I just sent someone to reconnaissance, but I reported that there were suddenly more spies outside the town... It seemed that the range was quite strange..."

After saying a few intermittent words, a guy with a wound was supported by a scout and ran over. This man, Akasha, knew him, was Buffon, one of the two mercenaries Roddy saved.

Seeing the blood on Buffon's body, Akasha instinctively stood up and wanted to use the magical technique. However, Buffon ignored the pain and trembled his voice and said something that shocked everyone:

"Our team was besieged, and the village chief of Elsa Village was also in the team. He and Miss Nata were surrounded by those teams that suddenly emerged..."

"…It's useless to report the identity of the Templars. Those guys have hundreds of people, and we can't beat them at all..."

"Henry asked me to come and report the news, and they held the pursuers for me..."
Chapter completed!