The transmission of information is very difficult.

When a fire in Changfeng Fortress burned, the two dukes far away in the capital were still focused on maintaining the order of the capital. When the Duke of the East and Prince Edmund gathered together to attack the land of the Holy Spirit Plain, the heads of the city of Saint Sunil did not receive any news. Until the griffin messenger who risked his life to break through the plains flew into the capital, this huge change related to the future of the kingdom was truly presented to the main people in the Silver Fort. However, until this time, they did not know that a huge change was also taking place in the southern border, which further affected the future of the kingdom.

But there is not no connection between the distant southern border and the royal capital. Outside the Silver Fort, there are eyeliners from Cecil dormant in the city of Saint Sunil.

At No. 4, Crown Street, in the Cecil family residence, which has become the assembly center of the Wangdu Magisters and the Scholars, a scholar wearing a soft hat stood up politely, saluted the mage in front of him, and then left the room under the guidance of the attendant. "Witch" Jipley looked at the Wangdu Magi who had completed the registration and then sighed slightly after she stood up and moved her slightly stiff shoulders.

Sitting in such a spacious and bright room, wearing a carefully tailored expensive dress, meeting scholars in the capital as the Duke's agent. Such a decent job was never imagined by the "witch" Jipley, but it was not until she really sat in this position that she realized that behind such a glamorous and decent job was not easy. It was a test to deal with those knowledgeable and intelligent people in the capital. She also had to collect intelligence and transmit it in the process as an agent of the Military Intelligence Bureau. The hardships during this period were no easier than those who used sweet words to cheat money from passing adventurers on the streets.

The door was pushed open, and Pierce, who was wearing a knight's uniform, walked in. After seeing that there was only Jiple in the room, the young man nodded: "Has the last registered person left?"

"Yes, the last one today," Jipley said as she pounded her shoulders, "a few more people than yesterday..."

"The situation in the royal capital is becoming tense. The soldiers and knights who came out of the castle are checking door to door for suspicious elements. A few days ago, there was a fire even in the rich area. People's hearts are floating," Pierce sat down at the table, saying the recent changes in the city, "It is also a blessing for this. Our recruitment has become easier. The proof of the employment of the Duke of Cecil can allow them to leave the city legally during this period."

"We can gather a hundred people tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and we can send another batch," Jipley looked through the registration book on the table, then looked up at her companions, "In addition, the local orders have been sent to stop all public recruitment activities after sending the last batch of people, and only keep in touch with the Wangdu Magister Circle in the dark, collect intelligence and wait for the order."

Pierce was curious for a moment how the lords far away in the south knew that the situation in the capital had changed because this part of the information had not been sent out yet, but the training he received in the Military Intelligence Bureau made him not question the order, but nodded directly: "I understand, I will go to various associations tomorrow to cancel the commission."

"It's time to stop public activities..." Jiple sighed softly, "The situation in the city is deteriorating, and there are rebels hiding in the capital. People in Silver Fort will probably soon order the entire San Sunil to blockade. We rely on the protection of the duke to move freely, but it is better not to continue challenging the sensitive and fragile nerves of Silver Fort..."

"I don't know what the future will be," Pierce couldn't help but sigh. He was born in a slum and began to sigh for the first time that this kind of thing should have had no intersection with his life. "This country is getting more and more chaotic..."

"The chaos in front of us is only temporary, and the Duke will eventually bring prosperity and order to this country," said Gipley, lifting her eyelids and looking at Pierce. "This prosperity and order is a product of transcendence from this era, but we may see it in our lifetime."

"It seems like Mr. Santis sighed," Pierce laughed. "Although it sounds too optimistic, I think it makes sense."

...

If what we see in Cecil's leadership is prosperity and order, then where the noble army has ravaged, all we can see is decline and chaos.

In the southwest of Carroll, in the Consco area, a small village was almost razed to the ground, and a small armed force was passing by on the edge of the ruins of the village.

The team was disciplined, with black and red flags flying above the team, with the emblem of the Cecil family printed on it. Half of the team were Cecil combat soldiers wearing bright armor and carrying combat backpacks, while the other half were wearing light armor and blouses, which did not look like soldiers. The latter's blouses were printed with a red triangle logo. This logo has always been a mark of professions such as physicians and pharmacists in Ansu tradition.

Wright Aviken walked in the team. He was the only person in the team who wore heavy armor but was a doctor. His doctor's mark was printed on the breastplate. The eye-catching red triangle logo made him look particularly conspicuous in the team.

Of course, what is more conspicuous than the red sign is his body shape that is one head taller than the strong soldier.

At this moment, the strong and tall priest and field physician looked at the ruins in front of him, and after a few seconds of silence, he could not help but sigh.

All the buildings in sight had collapsed and destroyed. The warehouses in the village that stored food were looted and set fire to the fire. The wells were also buried. The cattle, sheep and livestock were slaughtered and filled with hunger. Those who had no time to take them away were burned like granaries and houses. In some places, Wright could see some unpleasant dark red blood stains.

The village was destroyed and destroyed by war, but it was not the Cecils who were "enemy", but the nominal shelter of the village, the nominal owner of the Knights of the Consco area, and the noble coalition forces allied with Viscount Consco.

The coalition of nobles who fled from the front line of the Gravel Ridge destroyed the place just like the rest they destroyed along the way.

Nobles are synonymous with plunder, especially in war, but Wright was still shocked by what he saw and heard. He did not expect that the plunder and destruction carried out by the noble coalition during the defeat would be more shocking than the damage they caused when they marched. It was even shocking that he could not help but wonder whether the fleeing noble soldiers were humans or a group of termites that had peeled off their skin and bones.

Standing beside Wright is a veteran Cecil. The veteran who served as the commander of the squad in the team is used to the battlefield and understands the traditional aristocratic army. He shook his head and explained to Wright: "When they march, they will still have some order when they march. At least at that time, they still regard themselves as protectors of land and people. When they pass through villages and towns, they will collect a lot of food and property, but at least they will not destroy it. But once they flee, they will become jackals... Unlike Cecil's army, those noble soldiers do not regard 'plunder' as any criminal act, nor will they be hung up and beaten just because they have taken a few bread from ordinary people. They dare to do anything to fill their stomachs, and even to prevent food and houses from falling into the hands of pursuers, they will burn a place when they go..."

"Don't they even let their own land go?" Wright couldn't help but interrupt the veteran, "The fleeing nobles...will they really order the villages in their territory?"

"Why not?" the veteran sighed, "Anyway, they were defeated. According to the rules of the noble war, the winners always wanted to plunder them. They felt that even if they did not rob the grain in the village and burned the houses, the pursuers would do this. Instead of letting the enemy succeed, it would be better to do it yourself, and in this way they could rob some of the grain... they did not feel that they would lose money like this."

“…”

Wright was silent. The darkness and sin in the war made him wonder what to say. He came from the relatively wealthy and stable Holy Spirit plain. Even though he had witnessed the despicable behavior of some barbaric nobles during the missionary process, the real war of this scale was the first time he had seen that the nobles did in the process of defeat and fleeing.

But he is not a naive person. Although many people say that he is naive after knowing that he follows the classical virtue of holy light, he knows that he is not. He was shocked by the cruel darkness in the war, but he would not naively believe that this war should not be there, nor do he think that it was Cecil's victory that led to these tragedies in front of him.

He knew the greed of human beings and the greed of nobles. After reading the comments and analysis in newspapers, he knew that this war was inevitable. No matter what the outcome of the war, those greedy and cruel nobles and their army would do similar things to plunder and destruction, and the only difference is where they will happen.

And he also knew that the Cecil army had tried its best to drive the enemy to places like the wastelands while avoiding the spread of these destruction as much as possible. If it was really close to the town, it would try to chase after them and attack them before they caused damage. After all, protecting those towns and villages was also protecting Cecil's future property.

But no matter how hard you try, the battlefield is always full of variables and uncontrollable.

So Wright could only watch silently, then lowered his head and silently prayed for those who suffered disaster.

The Lord of the Holy Light will not respond to his prayers, but he does not expect anything to respond to his prayers.
Chapter completed!