After the disappearance of the Scarlet Sword, the Bretton family gradually fell into the hands of the church. The old people who were originally loyal to Karov were cleaned up, and the few tough bones in the family were removed one by one. Although Lolo was the head of the family in name, she was actually just a figurehead. Now, the control of the Bretton family was in the hands of her uncle, Ancel, who was the first batch of people in the family to seek refuge with the church. After Ancel took over, he actively arranged for people to monitor Lolo according to the church's request, and then arranged for the marriage that attracted the attention of the world. Before escaping, although Lolo still lived in her castle, she had actually lost her freedom.
Therefore, she did not have much nostalgia for the place she once called home. However, when she heard that the north was about to be threatened, she made her choice without much hesitation.
Lolo explained seriously, "I can ignore the life and death of my cousins in the family, but I can't turn a blind eye to the ordinary people living in the territory. Their ancestors have lived there for generations, serving my family, paying taxes, and at the same time, taking up arms with us to protect the north. I am the head of the Bretton family. As long as I am alive, I have the responsibility to protect them."
Rob was not surprised by this answer. With Lolo's personality and sense of justice, it would be strange if she really did not care. Therefore, the future supreme magus Your Honor had long been thinking about how to solve the crisis that the Bretton family was facing this time. "As usual, let's talk about the bad news first.
There are a lot of those monsters. It is said that when they left the Margan Desert, there were more than thirty thousand of them. Along the way, they have been obeying some kind of restriction and did not attack humans. This is also why the church and the Magic Association are not moving. However, hunting animals along the way is obviously not enough to replenish their consumption, so they are still killing each other. It is estimated that when they finally reach the north, there will be less than an eighth of them left. However, the four thousand monsters that survive will be the elites of the elites. Right, how many soldiers are there in the cities of the north? "
"I'm not too sure about the current situation, but when I left, there were about seven thousand soldiers guarding the six cities. There are another two thousand soldiers at the family's castle. In addition to that, with the garrison and militia, there should be twenty thousand soldiers."
Rob shook his head. "Our numbers are still too few. The garrison squads and militia won't be of much use against those monsters. As for the ordinary soldiers … even against those weaker Goat Head Crocodiles, they'll still suffer heavy casualties. And this time, the Sacred Alliance clearly won't send any troops."
"What about the local adventurers? There are still many adventurers in the Northern Region. If we can unite them … "
"Mercenaries only care about money. Without benefits, they won't help to defend the cities. If I'm not mistaken, a few days before the monsters arrive, the Sorcerer's Association will issue an emergency evacuation order to all the magicians in the Northern Region. They'll use the Association's teleportation circle to quickly teleport the magicians out of the Northern Region in batches. Also, the Church will not do anything. Without the support of the magicians, the mercenaries' enthusiasm for battle will be greatly reduced, and the risks will multiply. It's unrealistic to expect them to stay and defend the cities."
Lolo's heart sank. She knew that the situation was critical, but she did not expect it to be this critical. From the looks of it, the situation in the Northern Region was basically a dead end. The people living there did not know that a disaster was coming, and those who knew, such as the Pantheon and the Sorcerer's Association, chose to keep quiet.
"Let's talk about the good news after the bad news," said Rob.
"There's more good news?" Lolo raised her eyebrows.
"Of course." The future Supreme Magus Your Honor nodded. "We're currently on the joint wanted list of the Pantheon and the Sorcerer's Association, and I'm afraid we're on the highest level. No matter where we go, we have to be careful and avoid the local spies. The only place we don't have to worry about is the Northern Region." Rob paused for a moment before continuing, "If we're lucky, there will be two to three days between the Sorcerer's Association's evacuation and the monsters' appearance. During this time, both the Pantheon and the Sorcerer's Association's power in the Northern Region will be unprecedentedly weak. If we want to do something, this is the best opportunity. But before that, we need to find a spokesperson."
"Spokesperson?"
"Yes. In order to deal with those monsters, we need to combine the power of the entire Northern Region, and we need someone with enough weight. You're the head of the Bretton family, so logically speaking, you should be the most suitable candidate. But since our identities are sensitive, we can't appear in front of the public, so we need a spokesperson."
… …
Ansai dismissed all the servants around her and sat alone in the study. She poured herself half a glass of wine and quietly looked at the oil painting on the wall.
This painting was given to the eighth head of the Bretton family by the founding emperor of the Purple Roland Empire. In the painting, two armies were fighting, and one of them was riding a white horse with an Elven sword in his hand. He charged into the enemy's formation like an Asura, leaving corpses everywhere he went, and the enemy generals fled at the sight of him.
The white horse rider was the eighth head of the Bretton family, Fairey Roger himself. This painting was a record of the famous Battle of Grey Canyon. The Purple Roland Empire used less than one-tenth of their forces to fight against the second, fourth, and sixth orc armies. Under the circumstances where no one was optimistic about the outcome, they finally achieved a miraculous victory. As the commander in chief, Fairey Roger became famous after the battle, so the number one painter of the court at that time specially made this famous painting for him.
Ansai stared at the painting, not knowing what to think.
Footsteps sounded. The newcomer did not knock on the door, but directly pushed it open and walked in. It was a young paladin, and his tone was a little impatient. "What are you doing? Hurry up and get ready. We're leaving tonight."
Ansai tried to squeeze out a smile. Although the paladin was only his guard in name, Ansai did not dare to treat him like a guard. This was because the paladin in front of him would regularly report his performance to the church. Although he was now the de facto head of the Bretton family, a word from the paladin could make him lose everything. It was not a good feeling.
Ansai carefully asked, "Lord Bell, how is the matter I asked you to ask before?"
The Holy Knight named Bell snorted. "The Church had only given us twenty people to evacuate, but I've helped you get three more. Hurry up and pick your people. Those monsters are about to reach the Northern Region."
Ansai was stunned for a moment. "But … we have more than four hundred people."
The Bretton family was the number one noble family in the Northern Region. Although there were not many main family members, there were many branch families living in various parts of the Northern Region. Back then, the people the temple killed were basically those who were close to Karov. Although Ansai obeyed the temple after taking control of the family, he treated his clansmen well. He even accepted some of the branch families to live in the castle. Now, there were more than a hundred clansmen living in the castle alone.
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