The words of the Knights of Crave caused controversy among Sir Eble's subordinates. In order to be cautious, Sir Eble gathered the Knights together in his tent to ask for their opinions. However, this not only did not have the effect of brainstorming, but instead made the Knights divided into two factions of insisting on implementing the plan and changing the plan. Both sides were making noises in the tent. Sir Eble's tent was almost overturned by the quarrels between the two sides, while the low-level soldiers gathered outside the tent and waited nervously for the decision of the nobles.

"We cannot listen to Mrs. Clay, they must be lying." Knight Stan shouted, venting his dissatisfaction with Arod on Mrs. Clay, but many knights nodded in agreement with him. They stood behind Stan, wearing chain mail and family heraldic shirts, and the swords on their waists jingled as they whispered to each other.

"But if they really came to warn us, it would not be the Duke of Saxony waiting for us in front of us, but a set trap, and the hunter would become prey instead." The older knight suggested to Sir Eble pertinently. This proposal was also approved by some knights in the inner palace, but the two sides were in a stalemate.

"What about your suggestion by General Relf?" Sir Eble sat behind the wooden table. He was dressed neatly, with fine chain mail on his body, and a leather belt inlaid with gems was tightly tied around his waist. With his handsome face, he was really a heroic nobleman. However, at this time, the jazz looked at the quarrels with a frown, and he had no passion for the departure. The perfect plan he had made himself,

If he really told Mrs. Clay, the failure of the plan would have a great blow to his prestige, so he was more inclined to the plan of the Stan Knight. However, reason told him that his hands had the lives of a thousand people at this time. If he took a wrong step, he was afraid that the team handed over to him by his father, Duke Mason, would be ruined here. What should he do? He felt a dilemma in his heart.

"Sir, this is the news that Mrs. Clay gave to Arod. Why not listen to his advice?" General Clay straightened his body, wearing a leather armor with a moustache, and stood beside Sir Eble with a sword around his waist. He took all the views of the tent. As the general of the Duke's court, he was most qualified to make suggestions on the current situation, but the Nordic nobleman who had experienced many twists and turns pushed all this to Arod.

"Yes, let Arud come in, I want to listen to his advice." Sir Eble's eyes lit up. Why did he forget this Zhiduoxing? Yes, this servant who seemed to be able to transform magic always resolve the problem. If he were to give a satisfactory solution.

"Sir, are you calling me?" Arod was actually standing outside the tent. As Sir Eble's personal servant, he had to wait outside for the Sir's orders at any time. After Sir Eble's summons came out of the tent, he quickly unveiled the curtain of the tent and walked in.

"Yes, Arud, do you think Mrs. Clay's words are trustworthy?" Sir Eble did not politely. He stood up and supported his arms on the wooden table, leaning forward with a handsome face with an expectant look.

"Sir, I think this matter should be a major matter discussed by the knights. How can a servant who has not been awarded a medal participate?" Knight Stan took a step forward and said to Sir Eble in dissatisfaction.

"Knight Stan's words are wrong. As a superior, you should listen to suggestions widely. This is a virtue in itself. Why do you stop it? Is it a private revenge?" As soon as Knight Stan's words came to the ground, Sir Wendell immediately stood up and retorted that, as his family, of course, must provide support at critical moments.

"That's right, Knight Stan, are you dissatisfied with my brother?" Yifu also took a step forward with his belly and almost stuck with Knight Stan. His burly body gave Knight Stan invisible pressure, forcing Knight Stan to take a step back unconsciously.

"It's okay to let Arud talk." Sir Eble waved his hand and said to Knight Stan with some dissatisfaction. Knight Stan had no choice but to retreat.

"My dear sir, it doesn't matter to us to check whether the news brought by the Knights of Crave is true. We only need to stay for a few days to know whether the matter is true or not." After bowing to Sir Eble, Arod straightened up and looked around the knights in the tent, and said slowly to them without being humble and arrogant. Arod had never been timid for these knights who were grateful to themselves.

"What? Stay, how can that work?" the knights exclaimed in confusion. Some people shook their heads and some nodded, but before they could react, Aruod continued.

"Yes, as long as you stop, the situation will not get worse. If there are really pursuers, we can deal with it calmly. If there are no one, we can take the opportunity to rest."

"Well, this is a good idea. If you are attacked during the march, it would be too dangerous. But our military rations are not much. The quarantine told me that it may have been used up before we arrived in Dagottingen. We can't let the soldiers fight hungry." Sir Eble reached out and touched his minibus, frowned and thought. It was impossible to win a big victory without supplies in ancient times or modern times. Sir Eble looked at Arod and expressed his doubts.

"What does this matter? Just let me lead a few people to the nearby villages to collect some food and grass." Knight Stan said indifferently. Although he thought Mrs. Clay was lying, he felt a little worried. The reason why he was stubborn was actually just anger. If Sir Eble was really defeated by the Duke of Saxon, then he would not have to think about continuing to follow the Jazz to gain future and honor.

"No." Arod hurriedly stopped him without Sir Eble's permission, and at this time he did not care about his superiority.

"Why?" Knight Stan blushed and pointed at Arude with his fingers, staring at him with wide eyes. If Arude cannot give a satisfactory reply, then he will punish Arude for being disrespectful to the Knights.

"We are in the enemy territory, and the leaders are still neutral. If we plunder it, we will definitely anger these native leaders. Don't forget that we are completely unfamiliar with the terrain here. If they make trouble, it will be detrimental to us." What troublesome thing about Arod was that in the medieval wars, the two sides of the war had no maps unless they were fighting on the ground. Even if there were any, they would have roughly drawn forests, rivers and castles. This freehand painting like primary school students was useless for combat. Therefore, everyone relied entirely on the light cavalry's reconnaissance path or the locals' leadership. Fortunately, there was no nationalist idea in this era. As long as the price was given, someone would usually lead the way.

"Yes, we can't make too many enemies, but food always needs to be solved." Sir Eble thought Arude's words were very correct, so he didn't care about Arrude's rude behavior. Sir Eble nodded, thinking that Arrude's words were a successful plan, but the real problem is that soldiers in the army have to eat, and soldiers are not knights rely on idealism. Soldiers who have no food may mutiny at any time. Therefore, Sir Eble thought that they were really forced to do so and sometimes robbed is a way to solve the problem. Although it would be harmful to his honor, it would be much better than being defeated.

"I learned from occasional conversations with the captured Knights of Crave that there was a river here, with abundant fish and mussels inside. We could transfer the camp to the vicinity of the river and rely on the fish and mussels inside to solve the food problem." Arod explained to Sir Eble.

"Oh, this is a good idea. There are always many more fish than elks, so just do it." Sir Eble's brow stretched out, and he let out a light breath, but then turned his head curiously and asked Aruod, "Can river clams be eaten?"

"Hey, of course." Aruod didn't know why Sir Eble asked this. Could it be that these Germans could eat the river clams after they threw them into the bonfire and cooked them?

In fact, Aruod really didn't know that the Europeans' food culture was very single, and because of religious reasons, many things were not allowed to be eaten, and sometimes they still retain a stupid superstitious idea. Therefore, when they were fighting, they often had to take poultry and other things on their bodies. In addition to the meat they could eat, all their hearts and hearts would be thrown away as garbage and they did not know how to use them reasonably. The Chinese have no such waste tradition at all, and any part of an animal can be cooked into food to fill their stomachs.

"So that's how you can eat it." When Sir Eble led his army to the river mentioned by Arod, and pulled out a river clam from the sand of the river beach, and threw the river clam into the campfire and cooked it, Sir Eble frowned and tried the tender meat inside the river clam, and immediately showed a look of enjoyment on his face. He became the first nobleman to eat river clams in the medieval era.

"How about it, it tastes pretty good, but unfortunately there is no ingredients. By the way, I saw that there are river crabs with tongs that can be eaten. They throw them into the tongs and cook them with water and then they can be eaten." Aruod also made a small river clam for himself. The medieval pollution-free river clams tasted good. Although they were a little fishy, ​​they were still fresh.
Chapter completed!