Roddy, who seemed to be blinded by desire, did not recover from his calmness at this time.

He glanced around and began to pace around with some anxiety, and kept calling soldiers, urging and turning to urge Sodlor to prepare for the final battle. Just now, Akasha came over to ask who was just here, but Roddy directly pulled away and dragged it into the tent, pressing it on the wooden table in the command room like a hungry ghost, and kissed it while starting to pull the hem of her robe.

Akasha was startled by his sudden behavior. In fact, she would give out whatever Roddy wanted without condition. But after being with Roddy for a long time, Akasha could detect any tiny strangeness on him. After being pressed on the table, she kept looking at Roddy's eyes. Although the other party looked anxious, her eyes obviously had other emotions.

Just after looking at each other, Akasha made a judgment. She held Roddy's big hand back and forth, gasping for breath: "Don't...Don't be here, even if there is a sound-insulating magic array, it will be noticed by people around her-"

"I can't wait..."

Roddy seemed to be unable to listen, but Akasha persuaded him twice before he reluctantly raised his head: "Then let's go... to the tavern in the town!"

"good…"

So the two left the command room full of flowers and plants. After getting into the carriage and arrived at the Lannis Town Tavern half a kilometer away, Rodie, who closed the door in the bedroom, cast several spells in succession to isolate the sound and fluctuations. Then his expression changed and he slowly exhaled: "The situation is something wrong, and this time the trouble is a bit big..."

"What's going on?"

Akasha knew that she guessed correctly. Roddy was acting like that just now, obviously performing for others to see. But who has the ability to monitor Roddy in the command room?

"In half an hour, you will go back to Dunker City directly and use the contact array to contact Sally..."

Roddy did not explain anything, and Akasha knew that it was important, so she stopped asking.

After arranging these, Roddy sat in the armchair and drank several glasses of water before slowly calming down his mood. He was not dry and dry for the tempting body and breath of the Green Dragon Lord, but was shocked by the clues he had suddenly pieced together.

*******

May 20.

"Is Moore crazy?? He dares to do this?!"

Charles II, who smashed his fist at the handrail, couldn't help but stand up: "This kind of traitor should be dragged onto the gallows immediately! This damn! A despicable traitor!"

Because of his hoarseness, his face turned purple, and he looked like he was strangled by someone's neck. However, Charles II could only hear the buzzing echoes in the chamber at this moment, and he could not get any feedback from other ministers at all.

Everyone's faces were extremely low. In fact, most nobles knew themselves and knew that fighting was really not something that anyone could command. Only Earl Mur proved himself with his record over the years - at this time, news of the other party's rebellion came, which was extremely heavy to the morale of the royal camp.

It took Charles II a long time to calm his breathing down. He felt his throat hurt so hard. His most capable subordinate suddenly turned against him. This was not only the issue of loyalty or not, but also a trend to a large extent.

If we talk about the ability to judge the situation of the war, Earl Moore said second, and Charles II himself dared not say first. This is a fact verified by years of war and there is no need for any dispute. Therefore, Earl Moore's choice often affects the judgment of other nobles.

This is like following the trend in gambling. When one has no ability to judge, people often bet with the person who always wins money.

Until today, Charles II finally realized that his true status was actually far from as stable as imagined. After Moore surrendered and devoted allegiance to Everta, the other four nobles around him expressed their refutation together. In this way, all territories in the west of Lajena were directly merged into the other side's domination, and the area under Charles II could control further narrowed, now only one-third of the one a month ago...

"Now we have no choice, Duveden, you continue to improve the logistics transportation arrangements, the royal army has begun to gather, and must start to set off immediately - God knows how the guys in Everta have made the army transfer so quickly. These magicians never say to assist the army in the transfer, a bunch of waste..."

His arrangement became a nagging self. Charles II, who could not sleep at all in the past few days, was obviously in a bad state of mind. His eyes were red. He talked for a long time before he realized that he was arranging a combat plan in the chamber. So he forced himself to hold his spirits and waved: "The clearing of the vertical walls of Enrique City must be completed within three days. The message we are now conveying is too slow. Viscount Bruce, you go and find a way to solve this problem. Everta's army coordination ability has far exceeded that of us. I don't understand why such things happen when there are more magicians than them!"

Viscount Bruce responded with a bitter face, and Charles II spoke to Duveden for a long time, but basically repeated the previous words.

But the ministers in the chamber look at me and I look at you, and no one can come forward to remind Charles II - you should know that this monarch has never performed like this before, obviously... he was panicked.

Half an hour later, the routine meeting ended, and the nobles trotted and quickly executed the monarch's orders, while the tired Charles II returned to the study with the help of his maid.

Every time he comes back these days, he can feel that his body is aging aging. The feeling of controlling everything has completely disappeared. When the enemy hits the door, he realizes that there are only a few cards in his hand to play...

He put the sand table in front of him many times because Charles II now found that he had no idea how many soldiers he could have in the battle.

Now there are only eight great nobles who can gather around him. They can only pull up a team of about a thousand people in a hurry, and the total number may be only more than 6,000 points. The royal family itself controls more standing troops than other nobles, with a total of two thousand infantry and three hundred fully equipped elite cavalry. Under emergency conscription and armed forces, more than 200 knights can be drawn near the imperial city. It is estimated that, in terms of the cavalry and entourages led by the knights, Charles II can use about one thousand cavalry and four thousand infantry.

If this number is added to the troops of the eight nobles, the number of combat units alone will definitely be stronger than that of Everta. But this is only the "theoretical value", because he cannot guarantee how many soldiers there are actually around him when the war breaks out...

The enemy can break through more than 300 kilometers in a week, without delay in fighting and occupying each other. Maybe the opponent will hit Enrique City tomorrow?

In order to ensure that the battle could be under his control, he finally decided to step onto the battlefield himself - and according to the plan, tomorrow he would embark on the way to Enrique City thirty kilometers north of the north.

Stepping onto the battlefield means that he will risk his life. Charles II cannot face the fear in his heart calmly because he has almost never taken a step out of the royal territory in his life. The only way to disperse this anxiety at this time is to repeatedly fiddle with the gorgeous sword with an imbalance in the center of gravity and only decorative effect.

But after just waving it twice, the servant suddenly informed: "Your Majesty! Lord Quio is here..."

Before he could finish his words, footsteps came from outside the corridor. Charles II stood up from the chair, his originally decadent expression swept away. As soon as he took two steps, Quio's tall figure walked into the study.

The hot breath seemed like a fireball coming in. Quio's flamboyant personality made him never hide his elemental fluctuations in front of humans. Charles II himself was not strong, so he inevitably felt a sense of suffocation in front of him.
Chapter completed!