In the next few days, the inside and outside of the Karlsten House was still very lively.

People are coming in and out every day.

There are dragon cars driving forward and behind every day.

Gradually, there were even fully armed soldiers gathering in groups in the residence, which made the atmosphere in the residence tense.

Under such circumstances, the people in the royal capital also began to become restless.

"I heard that today there are a large number of dragon cars entering Duke Carlsten's residence, is it true?"

"More than that, it is said that mercenaries and soldiers have begun to gather at Duke Karlsten's residence."

"And recently, the Duke of Karlsten seems to have been stepping up the acquisition of weapons and armor. Even magic stone products seem to be being acquired, and even magic stone cannons have been transported in."

"Is this a war really ready to fight?"

"The king's election has just begun, and Lord Kurshu can no longer sit still?"

The rumors similar to the above are becoming more and more outrageous in the streets and alleys of the royal capital.

In this case, the rest of the candidates for the king chooses cannot be noticed without even noticing it.

However, except for Emiliya, the other three candidates for the kings took completely different actions regarding Kurschul's actions.

"It's really interesting. If the duke, who takes the prosperity of the kingdom as the first priority, has the courage to fight in the capital, I will feel happy. Anyway, the only thing I can win is my own. As long as I determine this result, the rest doesn't matter at all, and I hope it won't make me bored."

With such words, Priscilla chose to stand by and let the show go.

"War? The nobles are really idle all day long. If you like to fight, let her fight. Otherwise, you can go and play with her, so I don't care."

With such words, Firut also disdained this, which made Reinharut feel helpless.

Apart from Priscilla and Firut, the remaining candidates for the king had some reactions to this.

"Are you buying a large amount of iron products? Why don't you ask Lord Kurshu to take care of our Hexin Chamber of Commerce?"

Annatasia, who was a businessman, said this with her eyes shining. She took the people from her mercenary group to stroll around the capital all day long, doing business, and taking the opportunity to make a fortune. In fact, with this girl's business acumen, she should be collecting information through various channels, right?

In other words, the final result is that every candidate who chooses to temporarily choose to hold back and stand by.

Although the reasons are different, none of these people thinks that Kurshu will cause disputes at this time, but rather that Kurshu will make any major moves soon.

In view of this, even if the three kings chose candidates with such virtues, various investigations were finally sent out.

As a result, the atmosphere in the royal capital became increasingly tense, which made the residents begin to feel anxious.

If this continues, perhaps the rest of the nobles and even the wise men will not sit idly by, right?

It was not until three days later that the good news finally reached Carlsten's residence.

"Did the fog appear?!"

In the study on the top floor of the residence, Kurschul, who received the news, stood up from his seat.

In front of him, Wilheim was kneeling on the ground with an unprecedented manner, lowering his head and reporting to his master.

"According to information, the fog appeared in the middle of the night yesterday and was confirmed this morning. For this reason, the caravan has changed its itinerary and no one dares to go in that direction."

"Hoho?" Phyllis said happily: "This saves us the effort to block the road."

"You can't be careless. If someone suddenly breaks in at the beginning of the battle, it will only cause us great trouble." Kurschol did not dare to neglect at all, and said directly to Philis: "I will leave the mission to inform the Knights. Philis, let them be responsible for blocking the road."

"Understand meow" Philis raised his hand, but also said instructedly: "Mr. Kurschow, don't lead the team alone while they leave, otherwise Philichan will cry even if she is strong~"

"How could that happen?" Kurschul smiled and said, "You are the lifeline of our siege team. I don't think you will be useless. I have to use all the power you can use now, so, Phelis, you lend me your power too."

"Of course." Phyllis's smile seemed very cute, but his eyes calmed down and he said lightly: "My destiny has long been decided to dedicate to Lord Kurschow, and there is nothing to say."

After the words came, Phyllis was also Wilheim, if there was a deep meaning.

"Is this the same thing true for Mr. Will?"

Wilheim did not answer, but still lowered his head, but his burly body was filled with a sharp aura that was hard to detect.

Looking at Willheim like this, Phyllis closed his mouth.

Only Kurschul stepped forward, put his hand on Wilheim's shoulder, and said this solemnly.

"Be prepared, Willheim Terias."

"No."

"Wilheim Van Astrea."

The surname that attracted the world's name made Wilheim raise his head.

In his eyes, the dark emotions burned again.

"Asterea".

The surname of the family known as the Sword Saint Family.

Yes, this is the real last name of Wilheim.

Terias is the last name of the past.

After defeating the previous generation of "Sword Saint", Wilheim obtained the surname of the Sword Saint Family.

Because, after that, Wilheim married the successor of the previous generation of "Sword Saint" and married into the Astraya family.

Unfortunately, Wilheim's wife, the previous generation of "Sword Saint", has passed away.

When the Kingdom sent a siege team to fight against the white whales.

"It's been fourteen years since Qing's wife led the team to fight against the beluga whales and failed and had not survived. You have been looking for the beluga whales for a full fourteen years in order to get revenge."

Kurschul grabbed Wilheim's shoulder tightly and spoke in this way.

"Today is the day you get what you want, Wilheim Van Astrea."

Upon hearing this, Willheim still didn't speak, but just lowered his head heavily, and his whole body swelled with a violent aura to answer.

...

God, it's getting dark soon.

In the gate of the royal capital, a large number of dragon chariots began to run out, rolling up a smoke dragon, and rushing in one of the directions.

On one of the dragon cars, Rem held the reins in his hand and kept driving the earth dragon.

In the car behind, Amilia was holding a piece of crystal and praying.

As for Fangli, he came to the roof of the car.

Looking at the horizon ahead, which was gradually replaced by night, a pair of eyes flashed with ice blue light.

"What does the rumored "gluttony" blood taste?"
Chapter completed!