The food on the plate was quickly swept away by Dust. He dipped the bread with the remaining sauce and wiped the plate clean with the bread, and then he finally burped.

"Master Sword Saint, are you full?" Ella solemnly patted Dust on the shoulder with her hand, "Since you are back, I have a very important task to hand over to you."

"Little apprentice of the King of Sweden, although I'm here to have a free meal," Dust also solemnly patted Ella on the shoulder, "But if I want to take me to fight with the Duke of Aquitaine, I will choose to spit out the rice and return it to you."

"Why! Master, didn't you tell me before that you wanted to be a general!"

"I want to be a general! But now you have only a group of farmers! Haven't you taught you as a teacher? Don't fight that kind of extremely disadvantageous battle!"

"Actually there are 20,000 to 30,000 pigs..."

"That's even worse! I don't want to be called General Pig in the future!"

"In addition, the more than 200 disciples of the sword clan you brought with you, is it still not possible?"

"No! It's not enough! Speaking of which, Lily seems to force me to fight with the Duke of Aquitaine. Why don't I sneak away if she's not here now..."

"So, is the combat power still not enough?"

Ella thought for a while, then mysteriously brought her face to Dust:

"In that case, I have another task to ask Master, you to do it..."

"What?" Dust looked at Ella nervously, "Don't want me to sneak into Paris to rescue the Count of Ile-de-France?"

"Can't the master save anyone?"

"I've met the Earl of Ile-de-France before. Do you know how he treats me? Because her sister likes to pester me, he gives me leftovers every day and forces me to leave Versailles!"

Dust hammered his chest with heartache.

"Advisor, do you think it's appropriate to let your teacher gamble for his life for such a stinky man?"

"Actually, I think this is too dangerous. I won't talk about the rescue effect for now, and now it's not as good as I have to do this."

Ella put her face closer to Dust again:

"The task I want to hand over to the master... is to go to the territories around Paris to drink."

"Drink?" Dust was stunned.

"Yes, drink." Ella nodded, "Except for Paris, there are a few nearby territories that can go to, and a few can go to, and I will cover all the wine money."

"There is such a good thing?" Dust looked at Ella suspiciously, "What else do I need to do besides drinking?"

"Don't Master like to tell stories in the tavern? Just tell some stories to the people in the tavern. For example, the Duke of Aquitaine was assassinated by the Count of the Ile de France; For example, before the election meeting began, the Duke of Aquitaine died of the Black Death; For example, the rebels in Paris raised the anti-bank and knocked all the nobles in the city... "

"No, disciple... what you said is not true, right?"

"It's not true now, who can guarantee it's not true in the future?" Ella said. "Before the Duke of Aquitaine occupied Paris, he had already sent the news of victory to the candidates in advance. Why can't he buy time for himself like this?"

Amy listened on the side and suddenly realized: "So that's it. As long as a large amount of fake news is spread out, the lords in the federation who are swaying will be suspicious and undecided. As long as they are undecided, they can buy us more time!"

"That's it." Ella looked at Dust seriously, "Master, how many people do you need?"

"There is such a bad thing to cover me!" Dust waved his hand happily, "Let's go, take me to the military camp and let me pick a few smart and capable ones!"

"I actually have tokens related to the Duke of Aquitaine," said Ella, "Master, do you need it?"

"Even such things? Okay, the Duke of Aquitaine is not something he can decide!" Dust patted his chest with confidence, "I will let the Duke of Aquitaine in the history books have a hundred more ways to die!"

Dust happily ran to the barracks to pick people.

However, Ella just relaxed a little bit:

"Although it can delay a little time, rumors are rumors after all, just stopgap tricks. We still have to find a way to occupy Paris as soon as possible. Amy, let me see how powerful the sword clan is. Since they are disciples of the Sword Saint, they should be able to become the elite of our army, right?"

The more than two hundred swordsmen stood in front of Ella. Ella carried her hands behind her back and circled them.

"Are you all disciples of the Sword Saint?"

"Yes!" they shouted in full spirit.

"Did you deal with the Duke of Aquitaine by the order of the Sword Saint?"

"Yes!" They shouted again with full energy.

"That ordinary farmer, how many can you fight?"

"Not a few are wrong!" They were full of confidence in their answers.

"Okay! Be bold!"

Ella nodded approvingly, then turned around and said to Amy:

"Let Gibel prepare six hundred people and six hundred long wooden sticks, and let them come here to fight and have a look!"

Half a day later, Jibel brought six hundred strong farmers to the scene. In order to raise six hundred long wooden sticks, they removed the pitchforks and iron tools from the hoe, leaving only the wooden sticks for shaking hands. The more than 200 swordsmen also wrapped a layer of cloth on the sword under the instructions of Ella.

"This is a simulated battle, please be careful! If you are touched, you will lie on the ground and do not pursue those who are lying on the ground..."

Ella announced the rules, then waved her hand to signal the start of the game.

The more than 200 swordsmen were leisurely and approaching the peasant formation like strolling in the garden, as if they were sure to win.

"Listen to my command!" Jibel shouted, "The formation is tight, don't let the other party squeeze in! The people in the front row remember to relax their left hand and use their right hand to send the stick forward. Don't grab the stick tightly with their left hand, that won't stab it far away! The people in the back row pass the stick through the gap and hand it to the front. As soon as the enemy approaches, don't worry about the front row and the back row, he will stab me forward hard!"

"Smack, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

The swords in the swordsman's hands were much shorter than the stick, and they had to withstand the attack of multiple sticks at a single point. Under the dense formation, they had not yet found space to perform swordsmanship, and they were stabbed by the stick.

"how so?"

Ella covered her forehead in pain.

Seeing that the situation was not good, some swordsmen lay down and rolled over from under the stick, and then they successfully opened a hole. Under their superb swordsmanship, the farmers' formations were quickly torn apart. The swordsmen took advantage of the victory to pursue, expand the results of the battle, and quickly took the victory into their pockets.

"We won!"

The swordsmen celebrated.

"Win? Do you call this a win? Please, you are facing farmers who have almost never been trained! Look at how many employees you have just lost!"

Ella stamped her feet angrily.

"I thought you would jump in the air in front of the formation, fall into the formation from top to bottom, and defeat them like mowing grass!"

The swordsmen looked at each other.

"That's a very superb swordsman... Only the direct descendant of the Sword Saint can learn this level."

"Then stop using a sword! If you fight again, you can also use wooden sticks!"

The swordsmen looked at each other again.

"We won't use sticks."

"Okay... it's the sword clan after all." Ella suppressed the anger in her heart, "Then you should at least bring a shield!"

The swordsmen looked at each other for the third time.

"We don't know how to use shields... We are disciples of the Sword Saint, we only use swords."

"you……"
Chapter completed!