Sometimes it is hard to imagine that a Viscount Corps would have such a huge territory. From the edge of the territory to Querofi, the center of the territory, it took Winnie and Oden and their group a total of thirteen days. During these thirteen days, they did not encounter obstacles from wind and snow, nor were they harassed by robbers and bandits. They were dull and safe all the way.

Looking at Querofee who was so close to him and following the team lined up for investigation, Oden's tired face couldn't help but feel a hint of emotion.

"The territory of Viscount Morrown is much stronger and more prosperous than before."

Winnie leaned against the bed of the carriage, looking ahead with round eyes blankly. After hearing Oden's words to himself in her ears, she couldn't help but continue: "The scene I have experienced along the way made me suddenly have an illusion, is Viscount Morrown really a Viscount? Why do I feel that his territory is broader and more prosperous than that of Count Heather."

"Your feeling is right. If you say who is the most powerful viscount in Sissinia, there is no doubt that Viscount Moroen is the first person in the sequence. It can be said that he is a viscount with no name. If the Grand Duke was still alive, perhaps he had been appointed as a noble Count." Oden sighed softly.

"Heroes come from troubled times. If it weren't for the sudden sudden death of the Grand Duke of Sissinia, Viscount Moroen might not have developed to this extent, and many talents would even be buried in their ordinary life." Winnie murmured as if nothing had happened.

"But all of us would rather live in the days when the Grand Duke was still there, because not everyone likes war and chaos, which is something that only the ambitious people will pursue." Oden said with nostalgia on his face.

"Speaking of it, I still don't know much about the Lord's life. Is he a king that is very respected by the people?" Winnie asked curiously.

"Duke? He is actually just a very mediocre ruler. However, it is his mediocrity and rules that make the whole of Sissinia seem very stable and peaceful. Over the years, the war has caused countless people to traumatize the war, so those who are tired of the war will miss the days of the great master even more particularly." Oden rode on his horse and looked at the distance of the city gate that was getting closer.

"It's a pity that his fate is full of strange unexpected twists and turns." Winnie seemed to think of someone, and couldn't help but say sadly in her words.

"If the children of the Grand Duke were still alive, maybe Sissinia would not have fallen into such a situation, and the ambitious lords and nobles from all over the country would not have attacked each other so unscrupulously..." Oden sighed softly: "But there is no so-called "if, the children of the Grand Duke have been missing for so many years, and although some people have pretended to deceive the world, lies are lies after all. In the end, they cannot escape the day they expose them."

"Suppose that one day the real child who disappeared from the Grand Duke stood up, will the people support her?" Winnie asked suddenly.

"It will definitely." Oden said with great certainty.

"Why?" said Winnie.

"Because everyone hopes to end the ten-year chaos in Sissinia! Even if their hearts are already numb, the heart that expects peace and stability is always beating." Oden paused, shook his head, and smiled with a self-deprecating smile on his face: "For example, if the real children of the Grand Duke stood up and declared that they would end the separatist and war in Sisinia, we would definitely join their subordinates. But... we may no longer be qualified to serve."

"No, you said it wrong. In fact, everyone has a chance, but you think you can't seize this opportunity." After Wennie finished speaking meaningfully, she retracted her head back to the carriage. When her eyes looked at Serrara, who had been silent on the opposite side, her beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly in an instant. Then she loosened her eyes.

"Miss Serrara, our journey is coming to an end."

Winnie can't say she hates Serra, but she can't say she likes her. She sometimes has inexplicable attitudes towards a person.

"I understand, thank you for your advice."

Serra's answer was very small. Only Winnie, who was opposite, could hear it. She was still maintaining the good cultivation of the nobles while sitting in the carriage. She nodded, smiled, and thanked each etiquette step. However, her pale face always made people feel a little abnormal, and her timid appearance always made people feel contradictory to pity and bullying.

During the journey, Serra spent almost all of her travels in a carriage. Apart from staying in a hotel and occasionally solving diet and physiological problems, few people saw her outside the carriage. Unlike Winnie, at least she would often go out to the carriage and get into a mercenary around her, and even force others' horses to ride on their own.

Lack of exercise will naturally cause physical weakness. Although Winnie has persuaded Serra to have this problem several times, unfortunately all she gets is to refuse. Over time, Winnie also ignores her. As long as she does not die, as long as she can bring her to Xia Lan alive, her mission will be completed.

The mercenaries around him had a shallow and low impression of Serrara, but they simply believed that she was Xia Lan's woman, so they maintained a certain respect in their words, deeds and attitudes.

"You said, will Mr. Xialan be waiting for us in Querofe now?" Winnie asked chatting without saying a word.

"I don't know." Selala said with her head down slightly.

"If the rumors about Ebranro that I heard some time ago were true, I'm afraid that the situation of Your Excellency Xialan is very bad now. I hope he can arrive at Querofe first in advance. No matter how you think about it, it will be unrealistic." Winnie sighed softly, and a trace of worry appeared on her pretty little face.

"I believe that there will be no problem with Your Excellency Xialan. Even if the rumors are true, Your Excellency Xialan can arrive at Querofe safely to get along with us!" Selala whispered, biting her lips without any blood.

"Of course I know that Mr. Xia Lan will definitely not be a problem, but what is the basis for your belief? This made me very curious?" Winnie restrained the worry on her face, and stared at Serra opposite with an inexplicable smell in her eyes.

"His strength." Selala raised her head, and Winnie, who seemed to be fighting against each other, looked at each other.

"But how much strength do you know about him?" A smile appeared on the corner of Winnie's mouth, and a faint sarcasm was filled with.

"Far better than Bukins and slightly inferior to Baisize. Isn't this understanding enough?"

Winnie stared blankly at the seemingly soft Selala, who was so unexpectedly bold to argue with her, which really made her unable to accept it for a while.

"Miss Selara, can I ask you a question?" Suddenly, Selara smiled.

"What's the problem?" Winnie came back to her senses and said subconsciously.
Chapter completed!