After hearing this, the other lords agreed and nodded. They disliked the Abrahamic Church's self-reportedness. Those who were originally neutral in their conversion to faith thought that this sentence was justified. Since the Duke of Brittany said that the Abrahamic Church could expel the demons, and the priests of the Abrahamic Church themselves also said that they could invite the master to suppress these demons, what would they fight here?

Seeing that the situation was not good for him, the Duke of Brittany had to shout in a rough voice: "Okay, okay, you don't go, right? I will kill you with my standing army!"

This is the last resort of coercion and the Duke. If the Duke rushed to the battlefield in person, how could these lords not come with him?

But who knew that the officer in charge of the standing army shook his head directly. He saw him standing upright in the posture of a soldier and reporting loudly: "Duke! Our brothers were killed by these priests of the Abraham church at the beginning. Now we can attack. Please kill them first to avenge the brothers!"

"you……!"

The Duke of Brittany was so angry that he couldn't speak. He never thought that the standing army he had formed would dare to confront him in person at such a time!

The priests of the Abraham Church are naturally unavailable. In this way, they will add the enemy of the Heavenly Empire to themselves for nothing when they are already enemies with the Almani Federation and these demons of unknown origin.

"Okay." He finally sighed, "The front-line troops continue to keep alert, and the rear troops retreat one by one. Don't make too much noise to avoid alarming the enemy. Don't panic, be prepared to fight back at any time - let's give up the capital and defend the mountain fortress of Poluait."

After saying that, he turned around silently and walked downstairs, and, under the escort of more than ten guards, left the group of lords silently.

He returned to his official residence.

The guards at the door fell in a pool of blood, and bodies could be seen everywhere along the way. The Earl of Ile-de-France attacked the place early yesterday morning and snatched Princess Navarre. Unexpectedly, it was almost a day before no one came to clean it up.

The courtyard was empty and there was no sign of anyone. The servants probably ran away. I think no one would be willing to live with these corpses all day long.

The whole building looks particularly glowing.

"Duke, do you want to clean up these corpses?" asked a guard who followed him.

The Duke shook his head.

"There is going to be evacuated soon, so don't worry about these corpses. Go and guard the door and let me be alone."

Then, he walked into the reception hall alone. He got on his seat, looked at the empty door, and lowered his head to ponder.

I don’t know how long it took, but a candlestick hanging on the wall was suddenly lit up. The dark yellow light illuminated the somewhat dark hall.

The Duke of Brittany looked up and saw the little maid standing next to the candlestick and bowing to him.

"You haven't left yet?" asked the Duke.

"Duke, I just made breakfast and was about to deliver it to you." The little maid replied with her head down, "The chef was scared away, so I can only do it."

The Duke smiled bitterly. He reached out and signaled the little maid to come over, and then gently touched her cheek.

"Don't worry about breakfast. Go and see what valuable things are in the room and pick a few items you like to take away. We're going to retreat soon. Are you going to go with me?"

"Retreat?" The little maid repeated a sentence in surprise.

"The city wall has been broken, and the capital has no danger to defend. Reinforcements will not arrive in at least a month, so we have to go to Boluait."

"How could it be? Now there are troops from the entire Principality of Brittany. Can't you win?" The little maid was surprised. "What should the citizens do if the army evacuates here? If the enemy rushed in and burn, kill and loot, wouldn't the capital be abandoned?"

"It should be possible to win. But whether you are willing to fight is another matter." The Duke of Brittany shook his head with a wry smile. "As for the prosperity and desolation of the capital, how much does it have to do with the lords of the countryside?"

"Then... can we come back?"

This was the easiest question, but the Duke hesitated. After a long time, he said, "It's OK. As long as the priests of the Abraham church come to subdue the demons, the opposition voices in the lord and the standing army will be much smaller. Everything will be fine."

——"It's a pity that you can't come back."

An unexpected but very familiar voice sounded, and the shocked Duke of Brittany jumped up from his chair!

It's Caroling!

He walked a slightly heavy step, crossed the door and entered the hall. Behind him was the white bow, which was held in his hand and the arrow was put on the strings. Behind the white bow was the silent black balance. And there was another person walking by the black balance - that was the fiancée of the Duke of Brittany, the princess of Navarra, and Simena.

The Duke of Brittany's voice was trembling: "Are you... humans or ghosts?"

"Would it be better to say that it is a ghost? In that way, you will not be revenged by the Principality of Brittany after you kill you." The Earl of France sneered, "But, it's a pity that we are humans, living people. I, the consul of the Federation of Almany, come and take your head on your neck!"

"Come...!"

"No one will come. The guards you brought were blocked by the red knife and could not rush in for a while. The original guards in the official residence were cleaned up by us early in the morning." The Earl of France sneered again, "We have been hiding here and waiting for you for a long time. Duke, why didn't you check it carefully when you came in?"

"Don't move." White bow aimed at the Duke of Brittany with his bow. "My arrow will shoot you to death before you do anything."

The Duke of Brittany returned to his chair in a daze.

"Calorin...I don't understand why you suddenly turned against me like this? Are we not allies?"

"Did you have nothing else to say before reminiscing about the past?" The Count of Ile-de-France stepped forward step by step, "For example, apologize to your fiancée?"

"Apologize?"

The Duke of Brittany shook his head.

"Calolin, this is my personal matter with Simena. Should I apologize to her? No need for others to point fingers."

"You still don't think you're wrong?"

"Wrong? What am I wrong?" The Duke of Brittany stared at the every move of White Bow and Caroling. "She is no longer a princess. It is reasonable to send her out for peace in the territory. And you, Caroling, you are an enemy of the Principality of Brittany for a woman, and you are the wrong person."

"Are you still so stubborn when you die?"

"Calorin, I wasn't scared. Do you think I can't see it after so long - although your body has recovered, your magic power has been exhausted? And the one holding the bow there, your hand shaking, I'm afraid that it's the same, where did you exhaust your magic power? I can't think about it for a long time, I'm afraid that your red knife will not be able to stop my subordinates."

The Duke of Brittany laughed coldly.
Chapter completed!