Above the Thunder Army camp, a ball of gorgeous fireballs sprinkled the red light on the earth, more conspicuous than the setting sun. The roar and rising gray smoke columns would not make anyone miss its existence. Feiqi and Shani also experienced this scene on the tuft mountain, and angry accusations kept coming from the crystal ball.
"Fech! That was a sinister and despicable nobleman. He had no chivalrous spirit and no saint demeanor in war! He was simply doing everything for victory. It was hard to believe that he would abide by any agreement. Negotiation was meaningless!"
Bloomfield raised his head and looked at the fireballs in the sky through the hole in the roof of the tent. After a while, the flames and ash landed, blocked by the camp's protective array, like a rainstorm separated by an umbrella. He was still not relieved in the explosion, and a question kept popping up in his mind: "Why, why did Feichi do this?"
"Someone is framed by me!" Feiqi smelled the scent of conspiracy. He stood up and looked at the flames in the sky. "There is something wrong with that fire. Although it gives people a sense of evil, its form when it explodes... it is not the fire of hell, it is from the abyss!"
The fireball of hell is more "neat and orderly" than the flames of the abyss, but only those who can use hellfire or abyss fire can feel it. For priests and paladins, being able to feel the evil aura in the fireball is the limit of their ability. As a high-level devil, Fitch is no less sensitive to the power of abyss chaos than his sense of smell for kind angels. As long as he concentrates his mind slightly, he can taste the disgusting taste from the fireball in the air. This is undoubtedly the taste of the abyss!
"The demons are getting involved. Could it be that the Destruction Rebirth Sect? They have insiders in the sect?" Feiqi first thought of this organization established by the demons. It once successfully interfered with the Divine View Great Prophecy with spies who entered the top, and the destructive tendency of this organization made it very motivated to sow discord. "Shani, wait for a moment, I'll go back to the camp."
Fitch flipped his wrist and lay back. The magic matrix began to run, opening a space crack behind him. Fitch lay in, and a backflip, and had already returned to the King's Army camp when he landed on the ground. He quickly stood up from his crouching posture and looked at his place. The next second, he had already flashed to the front of Earl Hall's main tent.
He saw Cook slowly put down his hand, and probably he was about to go to the magic gun in the space bag just now. "I suggest you take out the magic gun and be ready to use it at any time." Feiqi said to him, then lifted the curtain and walked in. Cook is here, indicating that Earl Hall is inside.
The father was indeed inside, but there were other people inside. The Rupert family, Joyce family, Keith family... The commanders of several major families with the closest relationship with the Hall family in the camp were all in the room. When they saw Feige, they were surprised at first, but soon became understanding and smiled.
"What are you doing?" Earl Hall asked with a frown: "Are you in trouble on the front line? Why are you so panicked? And don't you know that you can't break in during the combat meeting? Didn't Cook stop you?"
"Uh..." Feiqi suddenly choked at the scene in front of him. These noble lords and commanders in the army served their family interests, and their intimacy with the Hall family was not a complete guarantee of stability. Many words could not be said directly in front of them. "Father, can you borrow a step?"
Channs of the Rupert family was a smart man with small eyes. He took the opportunity to say, "Ah, Lord Earl, can you give me a glass of water? Light ale wine is OK. I ate it before I came too salty and my mouth was dry."
With this step given by the nobles, Earl Hall said: "I will take a break for fifteen minutes at the moment. Drink what should be drunk and what should be urine."
Amid the laughter of the crowd, Earl Hall winked at Fitch, and the two walked on the steps to the second floor. The Earl's room was here, two separate beds, an armor stand, a shrine with a statue of the goddess on the wall, a small round table for writing beside the window, and two large locked boxes at the foot of the bed, this is everything in the Earl's room. The mail and sword occupied the position of the bed, so the Earl sat on the box, and he asked, "Are you in danger on the front line?"
"No, I was just investigating from afar, and then using magic means to see the process of the Thunder Army's Bloomfield convening a combat meeting." Feiqi said anxiously: "There is not much time, I can't explain in detail. I just want to ask: Have you sent someone to send fake military orders to the Thunder Army?"
"No. Fake military orders are of no use. The sect can use long-distance divine transmission to contact the Thunder Army. Without breaking the transmission, the fake military orders will not deceive people."
"Then have you sent someone to send them letters that would explode?"
"No! I'm pretty sure I've never done this, nor have I given orders or hinted to anyone to do this." Earl of Hall grabbed Fitch's shoulder with both hands: "What's wrong? Bloomfield was blown up?"
"Someone was sowing the disagreement and sent a pseudo-military order with a burst rune, but they found it and didn't blow anyone up. But Bloomfield would think that I did it. The paper they sent the letter was holy light paper, and the handwriting was said to be very similar to the archbishop's writing, and there were very exquisite seals. I now suspect that the Destruction and Rebirth Sect was involved, because I smelled the bottomless abyss demon from the flames they used."
"The Destruction and Rebirth sent a letter to the Thunder Army, pretending that you were going to use spells to blow Bloomfield to death?" Earl Hall quickly refined the key information. "I know that the church once launched an operation to thoroughly investigate members of the Destruction and Rebirth, which was organized by the Sacred Heart Cult. After that, there should be no cult's eyeliner in the church..."
"I'm not completely sure that it was done by the Destruction Rebirth Sect, but as long as it's not us but we want to frame us, it's that someone wants to profit from it." Feich's words made Earl Hall nod, and he continued: "At present, some people want to make the Thunder Army attack the King's Army, and Bloomfield's original intention is to stick to it and wait for a decent surrender. They were not busy with training, but instead placed protective magic circles in the camp to prevent me from teleporting in and sneak attack..."
Earl Hall hummed in a puzzled tone, then asked, "They set up spell protection, and you still have a way to investigate, and then you saw the fake military order and the explosion?"
"Yes. I'm pretty sure they didn't find my sleuth."
"Very good, the news you brought back is very important." Earl Hall patted Feich on the shoulder: "I will raise my vigilance, pay more attention to the correspondence, check all the cars, horses, goods and personnel entering and leaving, and then check in the camp whether there are people from the Rebirth Sect. The scouts must also be sent out again, but the focus this time is that people cannot touch our way out."
"That's all? Uh... I mean that these are all necessary, but only by establishing a connection with the Thunder Army can we completely eliminate misunderstandings and defeat the conspiracy of lurking enemies."
Earl Hall shook his head: "Fech, defeating the conspiracy in the war is not the primary thing, it is different from the battle between nobles. The King's Army, which gathers the elite forces in the country, sets up here. As long as it does not lose its footing, this is the biggest obstacle to the conspiracy! You cannot kill all the thieves in the world to protect your vault. All you have to do is to use the best locks to discourage the thieves!"
"In the current situation, we cannot retreat, nor can we show any cowardice, otherwise the whole strategy will fail, and we will definitely not be happy at that time." Earl Hall patted Feich on the shoulder and said: "The way to win is never to defeat every conspiracy of the enemy, but to work hard to do our own thing. As long as we are not defeated by the Thunder Army, then victory belongs to us, right?"
Fitch nodded. He was convinced by the count. Now it was like an invisible thorn trying to tangle. It was indeed not a time to act rashly. "Be careful to destroy the Rebirth Sect, among them, there are very good casters, and they can also use the power of the demon."
"My sword has killed many demons. Don't have any achievements in magic, and you will feel that others are one-year-olds without combat effectiveness!" The Count snorted and waved his hand: "You go, go down the stairs, don't seem panic and affect your morale. When you go outside, teleport. I have the protection of my retainers and elite soldiers, so you don't need to worry!"
"Then...well, I wanted to stay and protect you, but the matter between the Demon Flame and the Conspirator has not been investigated yet, so I can't rest assured." Feige said: "My father, in order to find out the mastermind, I may talk to Bloomfield. The goddess's church is always necessary to continue..."
"Okay, you can do it yourself, as long as you can learn something from it." The Count waved his hand and said directly: "Feich, you only need to remember one thing: if danger occurs, you don't need to consider politics, diplomacy, reputation and rules of war. At that time, there is only one thing left: to protect yourself, kill all the enemies! There is nothing that cannot be solved. You have an excellent king's brother and an earl father who leads the king's army. Okay, let's go, I have a lot of things here!"
Fitch nodded and walked down the stairs as Count Hall ordered. The nobles and generals below greeted enthusiastically, and someone stuffed a cup of red wine into Fitch's hand. "You are here at the right time. Your father never shares his good wine. Take one quickly so that he won't say anything."
"You can say that I asked the servant to open the wine." Feiqi smiled, and this smile made many people breathe a sigh of relief. They did not want to drink, but wanted to guess whether something might lead to a major change in the battle situation by observing Feiqi's expression.
"Don't drink too much, or I'll be scolded, too." Feiqi sipped his glass of wine, "Isn't this the wine in my manor? Is this a good wine?"
"Hahaha, you have drunk too many good things in the past, and we won't compare with you." Everyone must have thought of Feiqi's reputation as a dandy player, so they smiled and sent him out of the tower. "What a good guy, let's wish him good health." They raised their cups, smiled and exchanged glances with each other.
Earl Hall did not return to the middle of the commanders immediately, but was by the window of the second floor room, and then looked at Feich's figure with curtains. He watched his dear son knocking on the ground with a staff, and the teleportation space passage opened immediately, and as soon as he stepped in, he disappeared from his vision. "This kind of spell casting speed can definitely ensure that he escapes without hesitation, right?"
He sat down in a chair by the window, put his arms on the small table and supported his chin, thinking about what Feich reported again. "Fitch must have been deceived, right? He didn't know that Bloomfield was a very smart paladin-if he was not a paladin, I would call him cunning."
The Count recalled the past when he fought side by side. He had not yet inherited the throne of the Count at that time, but was just a temple apprentice who wanted to add a word "Saint" to his knight's name. At that time, Bloomfield had become a formal paladin. They went together to investigate a case of the murder of the missionary priest of the Holy Word. In order to cover up, Bloomfield let two minstrels dress up as paladins and walk in the open as bait. He and Kant Hall hid their identities and secretly launched operations in the dark.
"Bloomfield has another play. After he sent the scout back, he guessed that I would send Feich. Feich had never seen him, so he could have someone pretend to be him." Earl Hall smashed his mouth, suddenly felt something was short, which made him feel a little irritated.
"It's probably Feiqi..." The Count licked his lips and let out a long breath from his nostrils. "He was too confident and thought that his spells were absolutely foolish. The whole church was a fool, but the church's magic protection was a child's play? He casts spells and reconnaissance and will be discovered immediately. At this time, Bloomfield can let the minstrels perform a good show. Don't want to attack but just defend? There is another enemy threat? It's a good idea! Only by making Feiqi believe that the Thunder Army has no intention of attacking can they ensure the successful attack!"
"Fech is still a little young, but I'm not as good as him at his age. At least there is no teleportation to allow me to retreat in any difficulties." Earl Hall scratched his ears, scratched his skin red with his fingers, but he still felt unsatisfied. He snorted hard, pounded his thighs hard, and stood up suddenly.
"Even if the situation is bad, as long as Feiqi can teleport, he will be in danger. If he can see through Bloomfield's scam, then this lesson will be enough for him to use for the rest of his life. As for the troubles he will bring to the United Kingdom in the future, it is not as important as the Hall family that can match the powerful magic power with a shrewd mind! Hehe, Feiqi has been saying that he can overturn the entire King's army, and it would be a good thing to do if this is really done. I just hope Shani will not be involved, otherwise the boy might be overwhelmed by anger."
Earl Hall thought for a while, and a burst of fatigue came and yawned. "That's it, the Thunder Army will definitely fall into my trap and fail. I have to arrange things, rest early, and beware of the sudden night attack of Bloomfield."
He tidied up his clothes, rubbed his face, and walked downstairs. At this time, a scent wafted by. He saw Smoke Joyce holding a horn cup in one hand, the clear wine covered with sweet foam, and the long pipe in the other hand, spitting out smoke. He suddenly thought of Marelis's cigar, which seemed to be good.
Chapter completed!