Knight of the Light

Taking a deep breath, Baron Bishop stepped off the carriage. The guard stood outside the car to salute him and urged him slightly-the Lord of the City held a meeting in person and waited for him.

This winter is particularly gloomy and desolate, and the whole Northland is not very good. The guards in the guide were still wearing their old uniforms from last year. The outer walls of the city’s main palace were not repainted. Even the servants in the palace were laid off by a third.

In the usual years, the patriarchs of the Buchi family will issue a new uniform to all public officials in the city. Nobles don't care about a piece of clothing, but many low-level civil servants really need it.

In addition, some migrants are employed to maintain the city, pave roads, repair sewers and the like. At this time, the wages were low, and not much was spent. It was considered to be paid on behalf of workers, so as to avoid public order. Otherwise, the hungry refugees can do everything.

As for the abolition of domestic servants, this is even more unprecedented. Often means the decline of a family-the patriarch will certainly not say that, and the housekeeper only announces that these **** servants are working hard.

Bishop is also not very clear about the specific situation in the city. This year's nobles' salaries are fairly normal, and there are many nobles in Banshee Castle who have made a lot of money by doing business.

But the war that failed to return half a year ago was too expensive, and the family paid a terrible price.

Bishop estimated afterwards that after more than 3,000 troops were fighting for more than half a month, the city's material inventory was emptied in half. The post-mortem pension was also terrible.

The war is too expensive.

The guard of the city's main house led Bishop to the mansion, and the housekeeper came out to greet him. When the two met, they met a little, and Bishop asked in a low voice, "Who are some of them attending the meeting?"

"Broken bridge city, horn fort, minaret city, night owl city..." The housekeeper burst out a series of city names, "the envoys of seven cities have arrived, and three cities have sent people to join them. "

Bishop looked sad, "Is this the case this year?"

"Very bad." The butler whispered, shaking his head, not wanting to talk more.

Half a year ago, without receiving any orders, Bishop led the team to evacuate from Fog Town. Say something nice to say,'Saved the main force', but it's not good to be pushed back.

Friedman Butch was furious at the defeated retreat and fined Bishop a large sum of money. But afterwards, the city owner returned the money to Bishop in private, and encouraged him to continue to work hard for the family.

As the most powerful frontline commander of Banshee, Bishop was grateful, and her original dissatisfaction disappeared. Looking back at the other selfish and selfish nobles, he was filled with hatred.

Now that the market is in depression, the family is in trouble. However, many middle- and low-level nobles hid in their own homes and continued to seek pleasure and live a luxurious life.

Bishop was very clear. Many nobles did not speak on the surface and complained privately to the city owner. They had a salon meeting every day and hid to plan how to break through the bans, and there was no loyalty at all.

Into the meeting room where the parties are discussing, a dozen people have already sat at the table. Friedman Butchau took the lead and introduced Bishop to the guests present.

In addition to the special envoys of the cities in the North, Bishop actually saw the Viscount Tallak in the Grey Eagle Fort in the Principality of Oss. This handsome tall southern noble smiled with a smile on his face, and he was particularly close to everyone.

"Bishop, let's talk about the Cold Wind City." Friedman pointed to the map hanging across the parlor. "We can no longer tolerate the continued deterioration of the situation."

Compared with the map drawn by Hanfengcheng, the map used by Banshee Castle is smaller, and the roads and towns are rough. You can only see the main roads. The marker is very abstract.

Bishop pondered for a long time in front of the map, and gave his own judgment first, "I am very happy to see you all united with the Butcher family at this moment. But I have to say that we are probably one step late."

Pointing to the cold wind city above the north of the map, he continued: "According to the information of the past six months, Victor Hugo has been expanding his military strength, trying his best to recruit the high-level combat power of the north.

The heavy infantry of Coldwind City is likely to break through a thousand. The light cavalry has reached 300. There are one hundred wizards above level five. Hugo's own strength has also been promoted to the tenth level, which should be exchanged for his collusion with the lower boundary.

This kind of strength is already quite terrible, more destructive than half a year ago.

We have once again blocked trade with Hanfengcheng and hope to complete our own war mobilization in the spring of three months. But half a year ago, the monster of the Black Forest ran out to meet us, and now he would not stay in the cold wind city obediently.

I must warn everyone that war is likely to break out in advance within a month. Hugo’s mobilization speed is faster than ours, and his mobility is stronger. He is likely to gather local superior forces to attack one of us in a short time. "

Bishop’s words came to a halt, and everyone here talked about left and right, and quickly looked at the special envoy of Broken Bridge City-six months ago, Victor Hugo picked soft persimmons and pinched the Holden family of Broken Bridge City neatly. Broke down.

Broken Bridge City's envoy turned pale and asked, "What should we do?"

"I don't know what to do?" Bishop shook his head.

"Unless the families in the North can speed up their mobilization and gather a wave of powerful military forces to make a threat, otherwise they can only watch Hugo start. One of our families may not be able to carry it."

The Special Envoy of Broken Bridge quickly looked at the other envoys attending the meeting and urged: "Victor Hugo's actions in the past six months, everyone knows what he is doing. He wants to be an enemy of all nobles.

Ladies and gentlemen, the future of Northland is in our hands. Our Broken Bridge City will undoubtedly be attacked first, saving us is equal to saving everyone. If Broken Bridge City is finished, you are next. I appeal here..."

The special envoys were able to get together because they saw the threat of Victor Hugo. But from the current situation, it is impossible for the dozen cities in the North to complete the mobilization before the early spring.

Even mobilizing only high-level combat power will take time and need to be adjusted and coordinated with each other.

Friedman Butch also made up his mind long ago, and would never fight without gathering enough troops. At this time, if the cold wind city actively attacks the broken bridge city, the Butch family will give strong verbal support, but they will not move.

Sure enough, the various envoys gathered in the living room all stood up and expressed their willingness to assist Broken Bridge City in defending against strong enemies, and comforted the Special Envoy of Broken Bridge City without fear. Baron Bishop said the worst situation, maybe not so awful.

Friedman Butch is more solemn, and his attack on Broken Bridge City is to challenge the entire Northland, and will inevitably be strongly condemned and retaliated by all noble classes.

It's just that the more comfort, the whiter the face of Broken Bridge City's envoy, the cold sweat.

Bishop stood in front of the map, looking at the special envoy of Broken Bridge City, who was poor by everyone, and looked at the poor worm who thanked all the parties for their support but hoped that everyone would implement the support.

Broken Bridge City is the bait thrown out. Everyone hopes that Victor Hugo will stop eating this bait. It is best to have indigestion and provide time for the mobilization of the nobles in the Northland.