Clop clop clop …
A warhorse galloped past, causing the dew that had accumulated on the flowers by the roadside to fall to the ground.
The knight on the horse was anxious. He kept whipping his warhorse, as though he was not satisfied with the speed.
But soon, he had to slow down.
This was because a group of sentries appeared in front of him. Looking at their armor and flags, they were clearly soldiers of the Oman family.
Neigh neigh —
The warhorse slowly came to a stop. The knight on the horse said loudly to the sentries of the Oman family, "I am the deputy commander of the Golden Lion Legion, Knight Louis. Is Earl Oman nearby?"
The captain of the sentinel cavalry looked at Knight Louis and nodded. "Please follow me."
A moment later, Knight Louis followed the sentries to the Oman family's camp.
Looking around, Knight Louis realized that although the camp was still in order, the soldiers still had a trace of fear and confusion on their faces.
Obviously, after the incident at the camp, Earl Oman had barely gathered the soldiers. However, the soldiers' mental state was not good. They could not withstand a big battle.
"Knight Louis, where are you going in such a hurry?"
Earl Oman chuckled as he looked at Knight Louis. It seemed that the commotion from before did not bother him much.
Knight Louis put on a friendly smile and stepped forward. "Earl Oman, I think our destination is the same."
"Oh?" Earl Oman's eyes flashed. "Where do you think my destination is?"
The smile on Knight Louis' face became brighter as he said word by word.
"Winter City!"
Earl Oman's pupils shrank slightly, but his expression did not change. He asked calmly, "Why do you think I will go to Winter City?"
Knight Louis smiled and shook his head. "Earl Oman, at this time, let's not hide anymore."
Earl Oman nodded and said frankly, "Well, in that case, I will tell you the truth. I have an old grudge with Viscount Angley. You were Young Master Joyce's riding teacher. We do not want to see Miss Vera inherit the position of Dukes Of The North. Therefore, cooperation is the best choice. "
"That's right!" Knight Louis said excitedly. He extended his hand and placed it in front of Earl Oman.
Earl Oman immediately understood. He extended his right hand and shook Knight Louis's hand.
An alliance was thus formed.
Knight Louis immediately suggested, "Earl, our top priority now is to take control of Winter City. We cannot allow Vera to bring the Golden Lion Legion back to the city!"
Earl Oman nodded in agreement, but his tone was serious. "I heard that the Golden Lion Legion was fighting with the Dawson family. Could it be that the battle has already ended?"
Knight Louis sighed. "It's over. The Dawson clan suffered a crushing defeat."
Earl Oman was stunned and said hurriedly, "Then we have to hurry to Chilly Winter Castle! Do you know how many soldiers are left in the city? "
"There are only 8,000 City Defense Soldiers in Chilly Winter, and their combat power isn't strong. How many troops do you have now? "
"30,000."
"That … is indeed a little tricky …" Knight Louis frowned.
When he had entered the camp, he had observed that the Oman family's army was not in good condition. Moreover, Chilly Winter City was the strongest city on the Northern Frontier. If they really wanted to attack, 30,000 people would not be able to take it down in a short period of time.
"Of course we can't force our way in!" Earl Oman shook his head. "Let's enter the city first, find Young Master Joyce, pledge our loyalty to him, and ask him to preside over the situation as the first successor of the Duke. Only then can we take control of Chilly Winter City and let my army in."
"Okay! Let's do that! "
After the two reached an agreement, they immediately took action.
Earl Oman handed the army over to his family's knight, while he and Knight Louis led a group of cavalry to Chilly Winter City.
…
Chilly Winter City was currently shrouded in a somber atmosphere.
News of the Duke Of St. Hilde's death had already reached the Lion's Roar Fort via carrier pigeons, but to avoid causing excessive panic, the news was only spread among the nobles. The commoners in the city were still kept in the dark.
Fortunately, Chilly Winter City had been under martial law since the outbreak of the rebellion at the beginning of the year. Hence, even though the city was on high alert, it did not cause much panic.
After nightfall, Chilly Winter City was completely silent.
Because the City Defense Army had implemented a strict curfew, after 8pm, the streets were completely empty. There were only groups of patrolling soldiers.
The thick and heavy city gates had been tightly shut, and the tall drawbridge had been pulled up. The black iron chains that were as thick as a child's arm were especially cold in the dim light.
The City Defense Army soldiers on night duty were used to such cold nights. They did not know about the Duke Of St. Hilde's death, so they were not too flustered.
Moreover, the tall and sturdy city walls of Chilly Winter City gave them a strong sense of security. To them, even if the city was surrounded by the rebel army, it would not be easy to take it down.
On the tower of the southern city gate, a few City Defense Army officers were secretly playing Gwent cards. Their trusted subordinates who were on the lookout stood by the side.
But all of a sudden, the sound of a warning whistle rang out from the top of the city wall, scaring the officers so much that they hurriedly packed up their cards and rushed out with their weapons.
"What's the matter?" the officer asked while panting.
The soldier pointed to the bottom of the city, where the sound of hurried horse hooves could be heard. Then, dozens of shadowy cavalrymen raised torches and walked towards the city gates.
When the cavalrymen arrived at the bottom of the city walls, a familiar voice was heard.
"I'm the deputy commander of the Golden Lion Legion, Knight Louis. Please open the city gates!"
The officer on night duty clearly recognized Knight Louis's voice and shouted down, "Knight Louis!
"Apologies, Lord Louis! The Duke has ordered that the city gates of Chilly Winter City are not to be opened at night. Hence, I'll lower a hanging basket to bring you up. "
"Two! I have Earl Oman with me! "
Previously, when Earl Oman surrendered to the Golden Lion Legion, Knight Nelson had sent a messenger to Chilly Winter City to deliver the heads of Penny and Lawrence. Hence, Earl Oman was no longer a traitor in the eyes of the City Defense Army officer.
However, if Earl Oman had come alone, the officer might not have let him in. After all, he had a record of betrayal, so he would have to report to his superiors before making a decision.
But because Knight Louis was personally accompanying them, the officer did not suspect anything. He ordered two baskets to be lowered and brought Knight Louis and Earl Oman up.
After entering the city, the two of them did not stay on the tower for long. They immediately rushed to Lion's Roar Fort.
When they entered the fort, they were told that Young Master Joyce had fallen asleep.
Knight Louis was anxious and asked the butler, Drynden, if he could wake Young Master Joyce up.
But the butler shook his head coldly, indicating that everything could wait until the next day.
The two of them had no choice but to follow the servant to the guest room to rest.
The night was dark, but Knight Louis tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. In his frustration, he decided to take a stroll. Then, he realized that the light in Earl Oman's room was still on. It was obvious that the Earl was not asleep.
So, Knight Louis knocked on Earl Oman's door.
Earl Oman welcomed him in, poured two cups of water, and handed one to Knight Louis. He then asked, "Butler Drynden, do you know who you support?"
Knight Louis took a sip of water and said hesitantly, "It should be Joyce. After all, Vera was sent by the Duke Of St. Hilde to study arcana at Yewel University. She should not have much of a relationship with the butler."
"Maybe." Earl Oman had calmed down as well. He suddenly felt that his plan with Knight Louis was still a little crude.
After thinking for a moment, Earl Oman said, "I think that we should not rush to see Young Master Joyce tomorrow."
"Why?" The Knight of Louis stood up from his chair in a hurry.
He thought that Count Oman was afraid and hurriedly advised, "Things have already come to this point. It's too late for you to regret it!"
Earl Oman gestured for Knight Louis to calm down. He then said in a low voice, "The butler's lack of cooperation made me realize that the previous plan was too rough. We have to understand the situation in the city.
For example, who is in charge of the order in Winter? Who is in charge of the city defense? What is their attitude?
Also, there is the church … I remember that the Northern Frontier Diocese just had a new archbishop. Do you know this person? "
Knight Louis shook his head in annoyance. "If there is enough time, of course, we can do that. But don't forget that the Golden Lion Legion is retreating. If we can't control Winter as soon as possible, with your army outside the city, can you really stop the Golden Lion Legion?"
"You misunderstood me …" Earl Oman was about to explain, but he suddenly stopped.
Knight Louis was puzzled, but he heard light footsteps outside the door.
* Dong dong dong! *
The two of them looked at each other warily, then Earl Oman went to open the door.
"Butler Drinden! It's so late. What's the matter? "
The old butler of the House of Saint Hilde stood outside the door expressionlessly. When he saw Earl Oman, he smiled and said, "Are the two of you still awake? It just so happens that I have something to show you. "
"Oh?" Earl Oman raised his eyebrows and said hurriedly, "Please come in."
Butler Drinden walked into the room and nodded at Knight Louis. He smiled and said, "Knight Louis, you're here too."
Then he took out a scroll of parchment from his pocket and said calmly,
"The Duke Of Saint Hilde made a will. Would the two of you like to take a look?"
"Will?!"
Earl Oman and Knight Louis could not help but exclaim. They stared at the parchment in the old butler's hand, unable to look away.
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