Roddy, who seemed to have been blinded by lust, had not regained his composure.
He looked around and began to pace around anxiously, constantly calling over soldiers and repeatedly ordering Sodelor to hurry up and prepare for the decisive battle. Just then, Akasha came over and wanted to ask who had just arrived. However, Rody immediately dismissed her and dragged her into the tent. He pressed her down on the wooden table in the command room like a hungry ghost. He kissed her as he tugged at the hem of her robe.
Akasha was startled by his sudden action. In fact, she would give whatever Roddy wanted unconditionally. However, after being with Rody for a long time, Akasha was able to detect even the slightest difference in his body. After being pressed on the table, she had been looking at Rody's eyes. Although his face was anxious, his eyes were obviously filled with other emotions.
She pressed down on Roddy's big hand that was rubbing back and forth and panted. "Don't … Don't do it here. Even if there is a soundproof array, the people around will notice —"
"I can't wait …"
Roddy did not seem to listen, but after Akasha persuaded him twice, he reluctantly raised his head. "Then let's go … to the tavern in the town!"
"Okay …"
So the two left the command room that was full of flowers and plants. After taking a carriage to the tavern in Lannis Town, half a kilometer away, Roddy closed the door to his bedroom and cast a few spells to isolate the sound and waves. Then, his expression changed and he slowly exhaled. "The situation is not right. This time, it's a little big …"
"What's going on?"
Akasha knew that she had guessed correctly. Roddy's behavior just now was obviously a show for others. But who had the ability to monitor Roddy in the command room?
"In half an hour, return directly to Dunkell City and use the communication array to contact Sally …"
Roddy did not give any explanation. Akasha understood that it was an important matter, so she did not ask any more questions.
After making the arrangements, Roddy sat on the armchair and gulped down a few glasses of water before he calmed down. He wasn't thirsty because of the Green Dragon Lord's alluring body and aura. Instead, he was shocked by the clues he had suddenly pieced together.
*****
May 20th.
"Has Moore gone mad?! How dare he do this?! "
Charles II, who had punched the armrest fiercely, could not help but stand up. "This kind of traitor should be dragged to the gallows immediately! Damn it! Despicable traitor! "
Because of his hoarse voice, his face had turned purple, as if someone was strangling him. But at this moment, Charles II could only hear the buzzing echoes in the council hall and could not get any feedback from the other ministers.
Everyone's expression was abnormally gloomy. In fact, most of the nobles were self-aware and knew that not everyone could command a war. Only Earl Moore had proven himself with his achievements over the years. News of his betrayal at this time dealt a heavy blow to the royal camp's morale.
It took a long time for Charles II to calm his breathing. He felt that his throat was hurting badly. His most capable subordinate had suddenly betrayed him. This was not just a matter of loyalty, but also a sign of the direction of the wind.
If Earl Moore said he was second in the ability to judge the situation, then even Charles II would not dare to say he was first. This was a fact proven by years of war, and there was no need to argue. Therefore, Earl Moore's choice would often affect the judgment of the other nobles.
This was like following the trend in gambling. When one was unable to judge, they would often bet with the one who always won.
Today, Charles II finally understood that his true position was far from being as stable as he had imagined. After Moore surrendered and pledged his loyalty to Eiffta, the other four nobles around him gave up resistance. This way, all the territories in the west of Rayena City were directly annexed to Eiffta's rule. The area that Charles II could control further shrank, and was now only a third of what it was a month ago.
"Now we have no other choice. Duweiden, continue to perfect the logistics and transportation arrangements. The royal army has begun to gather, and we must move immediately. God knows how those Eiffta fellows moved the army so quickly. These mages never said anything about helping the army move. A bunch of useless things … "
Charles II, who had not been able to sleep for the past few days, was obviously not in a good state of mind. His eyes were bloodshot, and after a long while, he realized that he was arranging the battle plan in the meeting hall. Forcing himself to stay awake, he waved his hand. "The clearing of Enrique City must be completed within three days. Our information delivery is too slow. Viscount Bruce, think of a way to solve this problem. Eiffta's army's coordination ability has far surpassed ours. I don't understand why such a thing would happen when we have more mages than them!"
Viscount Bruce agreed with a bitter face. Charles II and Duweiden talked for a long time, but they were basically repeating what they had said before.
But the ministers in the meeting hall looked at each other, and no one could step forward to remind Charles II. After all, this monarch had never behaved like this before. Obviously … he was panicking.
Half an hour later, the regular meeting ended. The nobles jogged to carry out their monarch's orders, while the exhausted Charles II returned to his study with the help of his maids.
These days, every time he came back, he could feel that his body was aging faster. The feeling of being in control of everything had completely disappeared. When the enemy came knocking on his door, he realized that he did not have many cards to play at all …
He had set up the sand table in front of him many times, because Charles II now realized that he did not know how many soldiers he could send into battle.
Now, there were only eight great nobles who could gather around him, and each of them could only pull up a team of about a thousand people in a hurry. The total number might only be about six thousand. The royal family controlled more regular troops than the other nobles, with a total of two thousand infantrymen and three hundred fully equipped elite cavalry. With the emergency conscription and armed forces, they could also pull out more than two hundred knights near the royal city. Initial estimates, including the cavalry and squires that the knights brought, Charles II could use about a thousand cavalry and four thousand infantrymen.
If this number was added up with the troops of the eight nobles, the number of combat units alone would definitely be greater than Eiffta's. But this was only a "theoretical value" because he could not guarantee how many soldiers he would really have by his side when the war broke out …
The enemy could advance more than three hundred kilometers in a week without any delay, and perhaps the enemy would reach Enrique City tomorrow?
In order to ensure that this battle was under his control, he finally decided to step onto the battlefield himself. According to the plan, he would set off on the road to Enrique City, which was thirty kilometers to the north.
Stepping onto the battlefield meant that he would be risking his life. Charles II could not face the fear in his heart calmly because he had almost never stepped out of the royal family's territory in his life. At this time, the only way to disperse this anxiety was to repeatedly fiddle with the unbalanced, gorgeous sword that only served as a decoration.
But after waving it twice, a servant suddenly reported, "Your Majesty! Lord Queio is here … "
Before he finished speaking, footsteps came from outside the corridor. Charles II jumped up from his chair, and his originally dispirited expression was swept away. He had just taken two steps when Queio's tall figure walked into the study.
That scorching aura was like a fireball. Queo's flamboyant personality made him never hide his elemental fluctuations in front of humans. Charles II's strength was not strong, so he inevitably felt suffocated in front of him.
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