In the school grounds, the new troops are training.

Fuzdiel came here, and Hetekela took him to see the results of the training, commonly known as a review.

Compared with what we saw a few days ago, the spirits of the soldiers are much better, and there are signs of a strong army. The original number of 20,000 has been eliminated, leaving less than 10,000. You can imagine the hardships of training.

But it is still just a superficial appearance, and there is still a long way to go before it can become a combat power.

Forcing the new army, which has not been baptized by blood, to join the brutal defense work, may have the opposite effect.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, we generally would not consider using them.

In other words, the only soldiers that can be used are the more than 5,000 people who originally guarded the security of E. Palenque.

"How many days can you use these people to withstand a hundred thousand orcs...?" Fuztel threw this question to Hetkra.

"How many days can the barrier of the Mage Tower last...?" Hetkra answered this way.

In other words, if the barrier of the mage tower can last for a few days, they can also hold on to it for a few days.

The physical advantages of the orcs are far stronger than those of humans. The orcs possess birds, so that the defenses can be clearly detected. Five thousand soldiers are evenly distributed on the four walls, but there are only more than a thousand, so beware

Attack from the sky and defend the city? It is impossible with this quantity.

"Three days, today should be considered the first day. The orcs didn't try to attack."

"This is really bad... Even if we ask for help, we can't do it in this short time..." Hetkela's pupils opened slightly, "We can only target the nobles' private army."

The private army of the nobles can satisfy both in terms of combat strength and quantity.

"...The greedy nobles will not be willing to hand over the person who protects their treasure." Fuztel shook his head slightly, "If it was a normal orc invasion, they would stand up, but this time it is different. You should listen

You’ve said it before, that news..."

"About His Excellency the Grand Duke?" Hetekla said respectfully.

When it comes to Tyler Tobias, his attitude is obviously different.

Feeling the gap between him and his front, Fuztel said with a smile: "Fortunately, that news did not reach the ears of the soldiers. Otherwise, what I have to consider now is not how to organize a defense, but how to prevent assassinations."

Already."

No one dared to resist the Grand Duke.

And while his brother Lanfric has the upper hand, some soldiers may have evil intentions.

"..This is quite possible. Compared to your brother Lanfric, your conditions are extremely harsh. In comparison, you are like a noble and a beggar."

Fuztel rolled his eyes. Although this statement made him unhappy, it was not wrong.

"I think... Mr. Feldera should have betrayed you. But in such a situation, even if the Marquis of Waverley is still here, he will not choose you at this time."

"There's nothing worth choosing..." Foztel sighed, "I've always had a question. You don't look sad."

He specifically mentioned that "the army was annihilated by Joel Starla Igukuno" was Hetekla's rhetoric. He was a liar, and what was hidden under the lie made people curious.

To be honest, now is not a good time to mention this, because he wants to win over Hetekla. Such subtle words may cause him to distance himself from Hetkla.

Perhaps, it is this traditional way of thinking that has led to this situation. He is twenty-five years old this year, a full five years older than his brother Lanfrick, which means that he is five years older than Lanfrick.

He had contacted those nobles in the past five years and could lobby them five years earlier. But he had the upper hand, but he did not take advantage. Instead, he lost his advantage as time went by and became the passive one.

It is conceivable that in that banquet, among the nobles who participated, there must have been people who turned against Lanfrick like Feldra.

Now, he has changed the way he thinks...

In other words...he doesn't need to be afraid!

The saint... Hadiva was the one who informed him of Joel's information. After meeting Joel, Hadiva's attitude was so obvious that it would not be an exaggeration to say that he looked like a dog.

This allowed Fuzdiel to come to a conclusion that even he didn't want to believe, that is, Joel was far more powerful than Hadiva. Only in this way could Hadiva, who had a strong desire to detect magic and was stubborn at the same time, become that person.

appearance.

And he has Joel's promise, and at the same time he has Abt's protection by his side...

There is no need for him to be submissive.

Facing Fuzdiel's directness, Hetekela was stunned for a moment.

"...Immersing myself in sorrow is not what a warrior should do. Besides, I'm still a knight."

A lie.

Hetkra, who was in charge of lying, was obviously unprofessional. His pupils contracted and he showed a retreating posture, which Fuztel could easily observe.

But he wasn't prepared to expose it.

"So, can you help me take charge of the nobles' affairs? In three days...two and a half days to be precise, transfer the nobles' private troops to the protection of the city wall."

"Is there a second way?" Hetekla asked.

"Train...these new troops into a combat force that can go on the battlefield." Fuztel gave another method.

Hetekla held his heart with his right hand, put his left hand behind his back, and knelt down on one knee. In an extremely standard knight's allegiance, he expressed his stance to Foztel, but the words he said did not appear rigorous compared to the rigorous gesture.

, "Then, I'd better choose the first option."

After leaving the school grounds, Abut, who was silent, expressed his opinion.

"Why bother? If that dragon is really as powerful as you say, you can let him solve the problem."

"My father once said, 'A person's heart is far more difficult to defeat than his body.' There are definitely many nobles like Fedella...my teacher, and I want to find them."

"What happens after you find out...?"

"Kill." His voice became colder and colder, but it made people feel a little strange. It felt like a person who was originally passionate used cold words forcibly.

Hetekla turned into an alley and found a newly built wooden house.

The environment was a bit dark, and there were still water stains around it. It was definitely not a comfortable environment, and there were sounds coming from inside.

Hetekla slowly opened the door and walked in.

"You're right," he said.

In the dark wooden house, a weak candle was lit, and it flickered as if the candle was extinguished at any time when Hetekela opened the door.

Alfred slowly turned his head. There was no sign of turning his body, but his head turned completely.
Chapter completed!