The Duke of Brittany was in the camp outside the city, listening to reports sent back by various people. The search has been going on for most of the day. As of now, no clues of the Count of the Isle of France and his group have been found.

"This shouldn't be." After listening to the latest report, the Duke of Brittany shook his head repeatedly, "Almani's consuls and his group of more than 30 people are not small in size, and they are riding horses and carriages. This is obviously a very conspicuous target, so how can there be no signs at all?"

"I saw the carriage team, right?" a lord next to him cursed, "but I saw it everywhere, densely packed, like sesame seeds lying on the ground. I couldn't figure out where I was running. I was just seeing a ghost."

An old nobleman coughed. He was old, but he was still riding a horse on his way to the battle. His rich life experience gave him a keen insight into many things. But he heard him say, "This is a group of tricky guys. Before today, who would have thought that the attackers and the robbers of the theater would be the same group of people? Obviously, they are now deliberately interfering with the information we can get."

"Oh?" The Duke of Brittany pricked his ears, "Then what do you think they are doing now?"

"Being able to run around means that their purpose is not to escape, but to hide." The old lord analyzed, "They were able to wear demons before, and now they could wear farmers' clothes. The more than thirty people may have now broken into pieces and hide separately."

"Aristocrats, wear peasant clothes?" A young nobleman raised a question. This practice is not only without honor, but even somewhat shameful.

The old noble laughed: "The consul of the Almany Federation is a little abnormal in mind. If it is normal, then he can't be the consul of the Almany Federation."

The Duke of Brittany lowered his head and thought for a while. It was obvious that Carolin was a guy who did not play according to common sense. Before today, even if the Duke of Brittany wrote a hundred possibilities, he would never be able to write such a ridiculous plot as the Duke of Dukes who were the Duke of the Duke of Brittany would steal people like the lowest landless knights in the knight novels.

"Search outside the city again and don't let every farmhouse go!" he ordered, "I found that there are those with white skin, those with no calluses on their hands, or those with perfume smell on their bodies, don't talk nonsense, just grab them and see me!"

The order was passed on like this. The Duke of Brittany stood up and left the camp and went outside to take in fresh air.

He still cannot understand why, as the leader of a country, the Earl of France could drag the two countries into the abyss of war for a princess who had lost her country?

Now that things have come to this point, neither side can turn back. He must kill Carolin here, and the Carolinian tribe is bound to retaliate. In order to protect himself, the Principality of Brittany may need to turn to the opposition in the Almani Federation and form an alliance with the Duke of Aquitaine and others.

The little maid came over with a basket and brought supper to the Duke of Brittany.

"Have you caught the princess yet?"

While she brought out the dishes from the basket one by one, she asked the Duke of Brittany intentionally or unintentionally.

The duke snorted with his nose as an answer. He hated the maid's approach today. If she could whisper a little while reporting the situation, this matter might be suppressed instead of fermenting like this.

"If anyone was still not found," continued the little maid, "then I think they may not be outside the city, but inside the city."

"You are starting to 'you feel' again. What basis do you have to support your point of view?" said the Duke sarcastically. "It is clear and clear information for Caroling to leave the city. So far, there is no information saying that Caroling has returned to the city."

"Duke, you can't believe me. After all, I'm just a tiny servant of you. I just want to analyze this from my perspective." The little maid lowered her head and said, "King Navala hasn't taken a shower for a long time. She is dirty and smelly. As a woman, the most important thing after going out is to take a shower. Not only does she have to take a shower, but as a nobleman, she has to dress up, tidy up her hair, change into a beautiful dress, put some makeup on her face, and then go out. She hasn't eaten for a long time, so she also needs to prepare some delicious snacks... None of them can be done in the wilderness. So if they can't escape tonight, the most likely thing is to stay in the city."

The Duke of Brittany got angry: "When life is at stake, who would still consider these things? Even if the woman wanted to do this, Carolin would not allow it! I have told you a long time ago that this is reality, not an opera, nor a knight novel!"

The little maid raised her head and looked at him without saying a word. The Duke of Brittany was stunned when he finished speaking-

Yes, most people don't do this. But what he faces is Caroling.

He quickly rode his horse and ran back to the east gate of the city with several knights. Before he could dismount, he shouted to the guards guards: "You report that the consul of the Allmany Federation broke out from this gate?"

"Yes, Lord Duke." The guards replied, "Look at the hole in this city gate, they smashed it."

"It was his personal guard who smashed the city gate? I was asking, have you seen the 'Almany Federal Consul' himself?"

"This..." the guards looked at each other, "We only saw one carriage... According to the soldiers next to the carriage, the consul of the Allmani Federation was sitting inside."

"He didn't come out in person? Never once?"

"This...it doesn't seem to be true once."

"Damn it! That means, Carolin hasn't really left the city yet!"

The Duke of Brittany suddenly figured out everything: why the carriage ran around in the intelligence, why the enemies outside the city were not in a hurry to escape, why they dared to break it into pieces and disperse it without any concern for the safety of their lords - because this was just bait!

The sound of the east and the west is Caroling's usual technique. Just as he pretended to make trouble in the theater and took the opportunity to attack the military camp in the south of the city, the real Caroling and Princess Navarra may still remain in the city. The more the Principal of Brittany increased its search for the outside of the city, the more relaxed the guards in the city will be, and the more chance they will have to escape safely!

I'm afraid as the little maid said, Princess Navarra is now taking a bath, putting on makeup, and eating snacks in the city.
Chapter completed!