"No, I can't understand it this way," Beller shook his head and replied with a smile. "You are a little too sensitive. But it's not appropriate to say this... In fact, in my opinion, the essence of things is this - there are more than one road to victory. If victory is regarded as a flag on a hillside, there are infinitely many roads to the foot of the flag."

Berel looked at Ashurufate. "Your failure lies in paying too much attention to the highland and thus neglecting many other details. For example, this ferry crossing the river, such as the wet mud on the edges of these two lakes... and there are many things that can be used. On this battlefield, the control of the highland is indeed the essence, but it does not mean everything."

"I've read the military books written by General Thomas." Berel pushed away the tactical deductions on the table and poured a glass of wine for himself and Asu Ruffat. "Although I haven't written any military books, I have some similar experiences."

"In my opinion, generals have three qualities. The first is to understand the 'right path', the second is to understand the 'way of generals', and the third is to understand the 'way of heretics'. The so-called 'right path' means to know the enemy's state, and through countless fogs that obscures the vision, to understand the truth about the combat power of both sides. And from this, decide whether to start a war and when to start a war. The so-called 'way of superiors' means to set up corresponding tactical arrangements with favorable terrain conditions to achieve the purpose of enhancing one's combat power, weakening the enemy's combat power, and thus defeating the enemy. The so-called 'way of heretics' means to make effective countermeasures when an unexpected emergencies occur, it is best to trigger a miracle."

Berel drank the things in the cup in his hand in one go.

"Although all three are necessary abilities, there are still differences in details according to human nature preferences. If what you told me is true, then Thomas is firmly on the 'right path'. Although he is also proficient in the other two, he will never use them easily - it is really the same as his military books. In the eyes of mediocre people, it is also very mediocre, but only those who can truly reach this level can know the meaning contained therein."

"Ashu Rufate, why did you leave Saint Gene?" Suddenly, Belar changed to this topic. However, without waiting for Ashu Rufate to answer, he immediately continued.

"I know that no matter what happens, it is something you don't want to mention. So I don't want to ask. What I want to say is, if possible, can we come to Tiberius? I will write a letter to His Majesty the King to explain your abilities and origins in detail. Although we are not a particularly wealthy country, there is absolutely no problem to give you treatment that matches your abilities. I can be sure that no matter how embarrassed His Majesty the King is, at least he can give you the title of Earl and a corresponding fief as your territory."

He stared at Ashu Rufate, who slowly shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Lord Beral." Ashurufat replied softly. Only now could he understand how lucky he was. If Tiberius had sent troops to assist in the war as agreed in the mutual aid covenant, then this man should have become the commander-in-chief. If in that decisive battle, his opponent was the man in front of him...

Although Ashu Rufate didn't want to admit it, he knew that if it were that case, the Greenskin army he commanded would not even think of seeing the walls of Oren City. The plain where the two lakes and one river intersected would probably become his bones.

"Sure..." Berel showed a self-deprecating smile on his face. "Forget it, if you don't mention this, everyone has their own ambitions. Let's have another cup."

The two of them drank another glass of wine.

"Ashu Rufate, then I'll ask you, are you ambitious?" After putting down the wine glass, Beller suddenly changed the topic.

"Yes, I have ambition." This time, Eshu Rufate replied after a long silence. "Although I can't tell what I really long for. But whenever I calm down, I can feel the burning fire of desire deep in my heart. What I pursue is not reputation, status, wealth, nor is it pursuit of women, family, or even myself that I cannot accurately say what I want. But I know that there is an empty space in my heart, which is a gap in the soul, and what once existed here has been gone. I want to fill this gap, want to make myself complete again, and want to find the position that belongs to me."

"Look for the part you lost." A trace of contemplation flashed in Beller's eyes. "No matter what, I hope you can succeed. You just said that you are going to Sivania, right?"

"Yes." Ashu Rufate replied.

"Syvania is actually divided into three parts: Via, Istria and Meno. Via is our territory of Tiberius," said Beller. He took out something from his arms, which was a metal seal. "This is my private seal. If you encounter any difficulties in Via, you can take this thing to ask the local lord for assistance. I dare not say it is 100% effective, but they will sell some face...at least they will not be troubled."

Ashu Rufate did not refuse and put away the other party's gift.

After a few more drinks, Ashu Rufate stood up and said goodbye.

"Well, I hope to see you again tomorrow. Your 'half-beast' servant is impatient." Berel said with a chuckling.

"Ah..." This time Ashu Rufate was shocked.

"She just climbed up the window two or three times in a row to confirm your existence." Berel explained with a smile. "Although the movement is very light, the window rotation is a little loud, so it is relatively easy to see through it."

Ashu Rufate left, and now only Berel and Robin were left in the room. Berel poured himself a glass of wine, drank in thoughtful little mouth, and his eyes were staring at the stairs where Ashu Rufate's back disappeared.

"General, should we go back?" Robin reminded. It was already late, and there were some customers on the first floor of the tavern, and there were only two of them left on the second floor. Of course, most of the candlesticks were also extinguished, so the light on the entire second floor was extremely dim at this time.

"It's really enviable... General Thomas is really happy to be able to entrust his lifelong dreams and experience to a young man." Berel poured himself another cup, and then he saw the crying expression on Robin's face.

"Ah, Robin, don't get me wrong, it's not that you are incompetent." Berel quickly comforted. "Actually, you have many advantages. And it is not impossible for you to become a general, because there are many types of generals, and you just don't belong to me."

"General, you only gave a promise of one knight last time, why did you become an earl this time?"

"This... because I thought he had potential, but now I know he had experience. I just asked him a lot of questions about Thomas and paid a little attention to the time he said... If I was not wrong, he should have participated in Thomas's final war throughout the whole process, and followed Thomas or commanded more than one battle independently."

"experience?"

"Well, yes, experience. Let's put it this way, if the enemy is less powerful than encountering an experienced veteran as an opponent, you can't look down on experience. In fact, wisdom cannot beat experience."
Chapter completed!