Things happened so suddenly that even if Count Caridos reacted immediately, it would be meaningless to let the "Sword of Judgment" girl remove the ban and launch an attack. All that was left before them was empty wasteland.

“…so I said it a long time ago.”

With a gloomy voice, a funny horse face leaned up from behind Earl Caridos.

"You must not be a woman's kindness, Count."

"...The Grand Priest of the Cott is not worried about the affairs of the Bernardo army."

Earl Caridos did not hide his disgust at all, frowned and turned his face.

“Huhhhhhhhhhh…”

He was yelled unceremoniously, but Grand Priest Kot did not get angry. If it were in the past, he would have been unable to hold back, but since he encountered such a thing at Walken, it seemed that he had changed some things.

That's right, this horse-faced priest was the guy who was plotted against by Feng Kan and Grand Duke Frances in Wolken. It's just strange that under such circumstances, this guy could turn over. If Grand Duke Frances was present at this moment, he would be shocked.

"Sir Earl, you seem to have forgotten.--The Sword of Judgment is not a soldier of Bernardo, but a warrior of the church."

“…What exactly do you want to say?”

The faintly threatening tone made Count Caridos even more unhappy. He never needed to be polite to the airborne church supervisor.

Jamins' nobles generally divided into two categories in their attitude towards the Supreme God. One is to be obedient on the surface, but they should do whatever they should do in private. This category basically does not have any conflicts with the church. As long as the church does not touch their core interests, they turn a blind eye; the second category is more radical. They hate the Supreme God people point fingers at them and do not hide their disgust at all. Of course, this is also because they have the ability to do so. They have never given each other a good face to the Supreme God who fails to succeed and fail. Count Caridos belongs to the latter.

"No, please don't get me wrong."

The horse-faced priest lowered his head respectfully. After Volken experienced those things, he seemed to have learned a lot of cleverness.

"I just remind the adults not to forget the contributions made by the church in this war."

It sounds like a reward, but the horse's face of Grand Priest Kot is indeed more than that.

"I will naturally remember this without saying it. But I want to remind the High Priest that this is the Fret wasteland. It is not Mirhash."

Earl Caridos frowned closer and stabbed the other party again, and he absolutely did not allow anyone to make a fuss in his army.

A sudden riot broke out in the army not far away, interrupting the confrontation between the two who were facing each other.

A ball of flames suddenly rose up around Mo Lan, forcing the surrounding Bernardo army to flee back in panic. However, the black unicorns among the raging fire seemed to have no effect at all. Wild beasts that were not afraid of flames were very rare, and wild beasts that could be calm in the raging flames were unique.

"…What? Where did this flame come from?!"

Not to mention wood on the bare ground, there is not even straw! This flame burned out of thin air without any fuel!

"Pululu~~"

Mo Lan grinned and sniffed, as if mocking the surrounding Bernardo army.

Then, as suddenly as it appeared, the flame suddenly went out. It might not be accurate to say that it was extinguished. In fact, it was more like being "sucked away" by something and suddenly shrank and disappeared. However, it was not just the flame that disappeared. Even the black unicorn surrounded by the flame disappeared with this mysterious flame.

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"It seems that we still underestimate our opponents."

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"Mother!?Mother!?...Please! Please open your eyes and look at me!"

The neat dress and young hands were covered with red liquid. The frightened boy called the woman in his arms sadly in a hoarse voice, but no matter how he called, the woman in his arms could no longer open his eyes.

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"Father! Father! Mother she..."

In the pouring rain, the sad boy called out loudly to the man. But the man who should have appeared here did not appear in front of him.

...

"Why? Why? Why did we encounter such a thing? Why did I move from my beautiful hometown to this dirty city? Why did such a kind and gentle mother have to suffer such a tragic fate because of her father's behavior? ...Why didn't you come at that time?"

Faced with the boy's angry questioning, the man walked over with expressionless face, squirming his lips as if he was saying something.

"The glory of the Docise family? Is that kind of thing more important than the life of my mother?...If that's the case, I don't want this surname that should be cursed!"

"Bang!"

A loud slap exploded on the boy's face. The man turned around and left the room expressionlessly, closing the door heavily as if he was trying to isolate the boy's anger.

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"…I will never forgive you!"

The drizzle quietly washed away an inconspicuous tombstone. In front of the tombstone, the boy in black mourning clothes looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and said softly in a plain tone. There was no trace of anger in the black pupils. No, it was not just anger, and other similar things did not appear in the boy's pupils. There was only deep hole in the deep black eyes...

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"The Doxese family was originally just a nameless little noble in the countryside. Since ancient times, the family has been sparsely populated. Even in that man's generation, there were only couples and one child. What can be relied on to live in daily life is to maintain a livelihood. Fortunately, this small manor is rich in high-end spices, so it has always had enough income to deal with daily expenses. Although it was not rich, it was really happy at that time.

However, when I was five years old, the man took his mother and me away."

Under the setting sun, the blood-red setting sun stretched the shadows on the red rocky land of the Fret wasteland.

When I left my hometown, I was still young, so my memories of the scenery in my hometown have become very blurred, but I vaguely remember that it was a place with beautiful mountains and rivers. Although I was very poor, it was full of human feelings everywhere. People's lives were simple and simple, and there was no barrier between people. The people were like our own family. In fact, in such a remote mountain village, everyone has more or less the same bloodline. The dividing line between the people and the nobles was very blurred, and everyone was like a family.

The mother was the daughter of a wandering shepherd. The shepherds helped the lords' family as they passed by the village and then settled down.

...What did you say? The love between the shepherd and the lord and the prince is very romantic? There is no such thing. Their relationship is the childhood sweethearts in the general population. They play together naturally, attract each other naturally, and combine naturally, and naturally form a family - everything is dull like a cup of boiled water.

It is such a plain life, dull but happy.

But men are unwilling to be so dull. Just like all young people with strong spirits, the passionate ambition is burning in the man's passionate chest.

After the old lord passed away, the man entrusted the territory and the people to the elderly old housekeeper, and took his wife and children to head towards the capital of the principality."

"What? Do you want to leave the territory to the butler if you want to leave it?

...

Please~~ Are you good to learn some common sense? Not everyone can do the housekeeper. The housekeepers of the noble lord family are selected from the eldest sons of the nobles. In fact, the position of the housekeeper is specially established by the nobles in order to be etiquette and affairs from the lord. This is a position that only the children of the nobles who are outstanding in loyalty and ability can be competent. Sooner or later, they will stand alone and become the right and left-handed hands of the lord, so all the nobles treat the housekeeper like their own family. However, it is not rare for some people to be used to such work and are unwilling to leave their masters and serve their whole lives.

Yes, the Earl of Smanda beside His Majesty Fastro is such an example. So you can understand it, right?

Where did you just talk about?

Ah... That's right, the man brought his wife and children to the capital Abalava.

An ambitious young man, a child of a small aristocrat in the countryside, had no background or any force to support him, and he stepped into the vortex of the struggle for the power of the principality.

I don’t know whether it’s luck or misfortune, but the young man’s ability was attracted by the previous generations of the Principality.

Yes, the previous generation of the princes was the grandmother of Prince Kassina. The Principality of Bernardo has always been in power. The previous generation of the princes was old, and the open and secret struggles of various factions in the upper class of the principality for the inheritance of the throne were becoming increasingly fierce. The young people were highly valued by the princes because they had no background in power, because the previous generation of the princes was just taking this opportunity to "purify" the factions in the principality...

I don't need to say more about the rest, you should understand.

The young man is arrogant and naturally has his capital. He perfectly completed the tasks assigned to him by the prince, swept away all the guys who made small plans for his own interests, and sent them all to the guillotine. He also became successful and became the right-hand man of the princes of the previous generation.

But, things didn't end so easily..."

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