In the evening of that day, scattered remnants ran back to Paris. When I heard that this group of nobles was attacked by robbers in the wild, the entire city of Paris was sensational. At every dining table in every tavern, someone could be seen talking about this topic.

As more remnants returned one after another, bad news followed one after another. People were shocked to find that the seven candidates of the Almani Federation were actually captured by the group of robbers, and countless other lords, nobles, and were captured.

Almani has never experienced such a shame in the hundreds of years since its founding.

When he received the first report of attack, the Duke of Aquitaine laughed at the group of nobles. But as the reports came one by one, the Duke of Aquitaine couldn't laugh. He arranged a unit to go to rescue, but soon, he couldn't sit still and led his army to chase him out.

When he arrived at the scene of the incident, the Count of Ile-de-France had already withdrawn, and only corpses remained on the ground.

"Look carefully on the ground and find their footprints!" The general who had already led the army first was yelling angrily, "I don't believe that they can still fly away from here with wings!"

"No...thing seems to be something wrong."

The Duke of Aquitaine stopped the general.

"Look at the corpses on the ground, the armor and weapons on them are all preserved, right?"

The general was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, they are all preserved."

"These armors are very expensive to me, not to mention those robbers. On the market, it can be exchanged for a lot of money... but the other party did not take them away. Is it because there is not enough time? Or is the other party's purpose not here?"

The Duke of Aquitaine's eyes were like a wandering snake, sweeping over the pile of corpses on the ground. Although he suffered losses at Hestein, Crodith, and Alfred, he was a scheming fox, assassinating the Duke of Normandy, ambushing the King of Hairdressing, spreading the Black Death, instigating the people, swaying Luka, and shaking the Earl of France... He was behind these actions.

"Since the armor is intact...whether is their injury?"

"Basically, there are also those who directly penetrate the armor and hit the key points... But the most is still hurting the back of the neck!"

"Injured on the back of the neck? Are you talking about those infantry?"

"No..., including those knights riding horses, many of them were injured on the back of their necks!"

The Duke of Aquitaine suddenly felt cold and he couldn't help but touch the back of his neck.

"Sir!" A soldier waved from a distance, "I found a large piece of trailing traces, which should have been left by the enemy when he took away the prisoners!"

"Have you finally found it?" The general was happy, "Chasing me with the traces!"

"No!" The Duke of Aquitaine waved his hand, "We withdraw our troops and return to Paris."

"Retreat the troops? Why do we withdraw our troops?" The general was anxious, "It's obvious that the enemy's whereabouts have been discovered!"

"Do you think ordinary robbers have the courage to rob such a large group of nobles? Put these nobles on the battlefield, they are all elite among the elites!" The Duke of Aquitaine gave him a blank look, "If you don't say anything else, just you are carrying a little man and letting you fight with this group of nobles. Are you sure you will win?"

The general couldn't speak at once.

"The enemy has retreated, it's not our fault. We told the people in the city that we were looking for the enemy's whereabouts, which was also an explanation for them. Let's wait in Paris for the rest."

"wait?"

"After capturing four candidates, they either want a ransom or have some political demands. Wait, within three days, they will send someone to contact you. At that time, they will find an opportunity to catch them all!"

But to the Duke of Aquitaine's surprise, no one came for a whole week after the incident.

During this week, the soldiers he sent had already investigated the neighborhood. But no other army was found except for the chaotic army composed of peasants.

"Speaking of it," the Duke of Aquitaine murmured to himself, "Where are my eyeliners in that army? Why haven't there been any news for so long?"

——"Fluorite, I gave it a nickname called 'Bone-Wild Water'!"

In Ella's barracks, the little alchemist Ravi was sitting on the ground, showing off his alchemy masterpiece to a group of peasants:

"That night, after the undercover agent was killed by your boss Gibel, wasn't he resurrected and ran away? In fact, it was useless to be resurrected, because before your boss killed him, I had already poured fluorite acid on his head!"

"This potion can penetrate the skin and enter the bones of humans. At the beginning, people will just feel a little pain in the bones that are stained with the potion, but in no time, the pain will spread to the whole body. Just like the nickname of this potion, it will eventually completely dissolve the human bones, and then slowly corrode the internal organs, skin, and hair... It will not stop without corroding these things! So although that guy ran away, now it must have become a pool of blood! "

Although the group of farmers did not understand alchemy at all, they still listened with relish.

"Ravi." Ella came over from a distance with Alfred and his group. "If you start making this fluorazine from now on, how much can you make in a week?"

"Well? King of Sweden, why do you want so much fluorazine?"

"Our weapons are not sharp enough, and the opponent has super strong recovery ability, so I am considering applying poison to the weapons." Ella said seriously, "From your description, your thing is the most suitable for this battle. I'll send you a hundred people to fight. How many can you make in a week?"

"If the materials are enough in one week, you should be able to make twenty small reagent bottles."

"There are only twenty small reagent bottles? What if I give you twice as many people?"

"It's still only so many... This thing is not difficult to make, but it can't be preserved without my special materials."

Ravi pulled away his clothes and showed the row of reagent bottles hanging around his waist in front of Ella.

"Oh, there's only so much in total. Even if you pour out all the other potions, there will be only twenty bottles."

"Okay... twenty bottles are twenty bottles, and I will use them in key places."

"But King of Sweden, what really wants to use this kind of thing on the battlefield?" Ravi showed a serious expression. "There is a deadly, demonic power hidden in the fluorite acid. My father died because he could not control it. If not, you will hurt yourself before hurting the enemy!"

"Well... Ravi, after returning to Sweden, I will arrange an exclusive laboratory for you and provide you with the alchemy materials that you will never use. How about it?"

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Ravi patted his little breasts confidently.
Chapter completed!