Chapter 313 This is it!
The windows of the stone hall were wide open, and under the black stone arches, the white curtains fluttered back and forth in the cool breeze.

Although it was only May, the hot wind from the Emerald Sea had already blown into the castle of the Copper Fortress.

In the hall, a young bard played the lute and sang a Western-style tune in a low voice.

There were only two people sitting in such a spacious hall, one was Nedsal and the other was Zelakken.

Due to his status as a bard slave, he is not treated as a human being by Nedsal.

On the shiny long fir table, melons and bayberries from Black Snake Bay were soaked in ice water.

The sauce-colored oil soup and sugar water flowed down the edge, and in the bone china bowl were several broken bones.

A few little black wolves were frantically tearing at a piece of half-cooked beef at the foot of the table. The spices, bad breath and sweat odor made the originally fresh and elegant hall smoky.

After wiping his greasy hands casually on his body, Nedsal burped and reached out to grab the wine glass beside him.

The wine glass was decorated with gold and rubies, and the crimson wine exuded the aroma of fruit.

After drinking nearly a pint of delicious wine in one breath, Niedsal slammed the glass heavily on the table.

"Alas--"

After drinking two quarts of wine, his face flushed and his voice unconsciously doubled: "Zelaken!"

"I am here, sir."

"Do you know what the happiest thing is after I came to this godforsaken place?"

"How should I know, sir?"

"First, hairless women!" Niedsal rested his elbows on the table and raised two fingers drunkenly, "Second, cheap fruit!"

He picked up a cantaloupe, bit off half of it with the skin, chewed it up together with the seeds, and swallowed it into his stomach.

"Great! Hahahaha."

Zellaken winked at the servant beside him, and the servant timidly took out the ice bucket and handkerchief and walked to Nedsal.

Niedsal took a handkerchief and soaked it in water, then wiped the grease and stains on his face. Then he crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair. "Prince Condé wants me to wipe out that bunch of stupid peasants?"

“To be precise, Prince Conde wanted to take action himself, but was stopped by the church.

Because now everyone can see that both the uprising in Grand Rapids and the uprising in Jeanne d'Arc are minor issues.

But the Cold Spring Castle uprising could really shake the foundation of the Thousand River Valley Church, whether it was momentum, bloodline, territory, or strength...

Grand Duchess Meliati was the more threatening party, so the church designated her as the primary enemy.

I guess, this is my guess, the premise that the church is willing to give the Thousand River Valley to Prince Conde for free is that he puts down the rebellion in Cold Spring Castle. "

"So the letter from Barnifors is just, hiccup..." Niedsal burped loudly, "Does the church mean that my becoming the knight commander is one of the conditions of the deal between the church and that idiot Condé?"

"Yes, if you take over Fort Jeanne, you will be the future Knight Commander of the Thousand Valley Temple." Zerakken said firmly.

Nidsal's scarlet tongue picked at the meat and fruit fibers between his teeth, but the greed in his eyes could not be wiped away.

As a high-ranking knight who defected from the royal court, although he was awarded the title of "Silly Sculpture", in the eyes of the church, he was ultimately raised by a stepmother.

Just like he and his Nikossacks were assigned to the Red Copper Fortress, a barren and barren place, which was like sending him away.

Compared to the Copper Fortress, Fort Jeanne d'Arc was a place that matched his status. "Is the spring ploughing done?"

When Zellaken heard Nidsal say this, he knew something was going to happen.

"It's all done. At least until July, there's time."

"Have all the knights been summoned?"

"Everyone is summoned. Everyone is on standby at the border, waiting for your return. Otherwise, they would have already rushed to Chateau Jeanne d'Arc."

"Hey, when did these bastards become so enthusiastic?" As if he had a bottomless stomach, Nedsal grabbed another melon, "I never saw them being so enthusiastic when I usually called them together."

Zelakken smiled and said, “You don’t know, when the Savior Army arrived in Kush Territory, they hanged hundreds of nobles, both big and small.

Their families were forced to become laborers and servants, having incest with their soldiers every day, and the demon Horn even had incestuous parties with the witch's own sister every day."

"Impossible!" Nidsal interrupted him directly, "With a witch? Are you stupid?"

"Yes, yes." Zerlaken quickly agreed, "The main thing is that the nobles hate and fear these rebels. They helped the peasants execute the nobles, which crossed the line."

For nobles and extraordinary knights, they can be killed by nobles, killed by extraordinary knights, or even assassinated by civilians.

But they could not accept being killed on the scaffold by the lowest mortals for "just cause" rather than dying in battle or being assassinated.

"Let's not talk about these empty words. How many troops do they have and where are they stationed? How many do we have and where are we stationed?"

These data were so familiar that Zerakon spoke without hesitation: "According to our intelligence in Jeanne d'Arc, they should have about 5000 infantry, all spearmen and crossbowmen, and more than 500 extraordinary knights.

Currently, there are about 2000 troops stationed near Fort Joan of Arc and more than 3000 troops stationed in border areas.

Currently, the Ibe Knights of Jinhe Township and the supporting knights of Kasha County have a total of 800 extraordinary knights, 1200 squire knights, and 3000 armed peasants.

Add your 200 Kossacks and we will have 1000 extraordinary knights.

If we add the 300 Temple Knights from the Copper Fortress..."

"No." Nidsal drank but was very clear-headed. "The Temple Knights cannot move. We still have to be on guard against the secret party in the south. Their methods are strange and we can't take it lightly."

"I didn't think it through." Zerakken quickly said, "They are about to head south, and we are not sure..."

"Oh, instead of defending, you want to attack me?" Nedsal laughed as if he heard a joke.

Zelaken smiled and said, "I also think they are overestimating their capabilities. According to intelligence, they are planning to attack us from the south on June 6st. That's ridiculous."

"You have a lot of information. Is it reliable?" Niedsal asked, smacking his lips as he took a sip of the ice bucket he had just used to wash his face.

"reliable."

"The barbarians and magicians in the south have been killed almost completely, so there shouldn't be any problems in the short term." Nedsal kicked the little wolf that was rubbing against him away, "We're going to send out troops on June 6st, so let's set it to May 1st and attack them by surprise!"

"As you command, sir." Zerakon, a member of the Ibe Knights, was delighted. "I will go and gather and transport food and fodder right away."

"Hey, wait, did they let you go?" Nedsal knocked on the table in dissatisfaction, and Zellaken sat back in his chair like a magnet.

"I have one last question - Prince Kongdai, what is the current situation?"

(End of this chapter)