The people of Sissinia are never strangers to war, because wars can happen around them every moment.

Over the past ten years, frequent wars have eliminated countless weak noble lords. Now, the noble lords who can survive in Sissinia have the strength that cannot be underestimated.

As time went by, the situation in Sissinia began to become clearer. All the noble lords who were fighting for the position of Grand Duke had established corresponding spheres of influence, and the strongest of them was Marquis Edmund, the Lord of the North.

The aristocratic alliance led by Viscount Frant is considered a relatively common force in Sissinia, because the fate of weak aristocratic lords is basically only two ways to avoid being encroached, either relying on powerful aristocrats or joining forces to fight against the invasion of powerful enemies.

However, although Viscount Frant formed his own alliance with ambition and tried to constantly win over the power of the small and medium-sized nobles through the means of alliance, so that he could have the conditions to compete for the Grand Duke, unfortunately, Earl Heather, who was close to Viscount Frant's territory, completely destroyed what the other party was thinking through war means of constant invasion.

If it weren't for the tenacious resistance of Baixize, the White Frost Knight under Viscount Frant, led the soldiers several times, otherwise the noble alliance of Viscount Frant's side would have long fallen into the hands of Count Heather.

When Sharan learned from Ogno, he understood why the other party gave up the arrest of Pandillia. On the one hand, the body of the soldiers responsible for tracking and arresting was found in the mountains of Leraso. It can be inferred that the fugitive had successfully escaped to Adria; on the other hand, the incident of the invasion of Count Heather completely made Viscount Frant have no extra energy to care about other things. Because once a mistake occurs in the war, Viscount Frant will completely lose everything.

The sky is high and the clouds are light. The autumn wind is mixed with a trace of bleakness blowing across the desolate plain road. Far away, waves of sand and dust are everywhere, and a vague figure of people suddenly appeared on the hard mud road.

The sound of the wheels of the carriages turning came, and caravans filled with large quantities of goods gradually emerged clearly in front of them.

The well-trained armed guards rode on tall horses and followed silently on both sides of the caravan's cargo vehicles. There was a flag on the caravan. Judging from the falcon's family emblem flying over the flags, there was no doubt that this was a caravan under Viscount Frant.

Xialan followed quietly by the carriage of Pandillia and Winnie. When she set out from the Kanlos Gate, Algeron introduced him to the leader of the caravan, a fat man with a merciless appearance, and they rarely had any contact.

He could roughly judge that Algeron did not tell the caravan leader their true identity, and he was unwilling to let the other party know their identity. I think Algeron didn't want to let the credit he received some accident.

Looking at Algeron and the caravan leader who were having a good chat in the distance, Xia Lan's thoughts quietly drifted to the distance.

After Rodway's Earl of Heather blatantly invaded Diorda, the White Frost Knight, who Viscount Frant, must have led the soldiers to the front line. At that time, Trallo would temporarily fall into a certain emptiness. As for the so-called Dark Night Wind Bukins, Xia Lan didn't take it seriously at all, because he heard that the other party was just a swordsman who had just been a new upper class.

If they lose the greatest threat, their plans may be more bold and direct. Even if their identities are exposed, they can force themselves to find a way out.

However, the only problem that Xia Lan is slightly worried about now is that the only way they must go to Querofe is Rodeway under the leadership of Count Heather. Now the war between the two noble forces will undoubtedly cause a lot of unnecessary trouble. Where should they go?

...

Five days later.

Xia Lan and his group followed the caravan and finally arrived late to the city of Terralo, the capital under Viscount Frant. However, due to the sudden outbreak of war recently, the investigation of the soldiers at the city gate was much more severe than before. If they had not had the identity of the caravan under Viscount Frant, they would have been difficult and delayed.

"Your Excellency, please forgive me for saying goodbye to you for the time being, for I need to report to Lord Viscount immediately, and perhaps you will receive a grand reception from Lord Viscount soon."

Just as I settled in an upscale and luxurious hotel in Tralo City, Algeron couldn't wait to explain to Xia Lan and others to leave.

Pushing open the window of the room and letting the sun shine on her body, Pandillia stood by the windowsill, staring at the bustling pedestrian street outside the window with a dazed look.

This was her first time to come to Tralo City, but she felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.

She suddenly remembered Querofi, perhaps every prosperous and prosperous city has something similar.

Under the bright scene on the surface, who knows what kind of danger is hidden in it?

Behind her, the wooden ground suddenly made a slight creaking sound. She turned her head and saw Xia Lan walking towards her expressionlessly.

"Wear your hood and don't forget where you are now."

Pandillia reached out to tease the golden hair hanging from her ears, and seemed to ignore the other party's warning at all. Instead, she seemed to have a faint sense of provocation: "There are no outsiders here."

She had been hiding herself in a white cloak and had already had enough of this kind of depression.

"If nothing unexpected happens, Viscount Frant's men will come soon."

Xia Lan stood upright beside her, looking at the most eye-catching castle building road in the distance outside the window.

"I thought Viscount Frant would at least send someone to test us." Pandillia said with a calm smile.

"If it weren't for the war triggered by Count Heather, he would have been like this." Xia Lan concluded with a calm expression.

"It seems that the pressure of war has made the other party lose his previous caution." Pandillia said.

"No, temptation can be done at any time, but some things cannot." Xia Lan said.

"What does it mean?" Pandillia frowned.

"I heard not long ago that the White Frost Knight had led the army to Diorda." Xia Lanyi said with some advice.

After hearing this, Pandillia suddenly fell into deep thought.

"I see."

After a long time, she murmured thoughtfully: "Now Viscount Frant has lost its greatest support in the city of Tralo. Faced with a mysterious foreign swordsman, he does not have enough courage to offend us easily..."

"Things may be going smoother than we thought."
Chapter completed!