Sander brought the news that the Dragons were preparing to launch a massive attack. He walked into the Knight Commander's tent, but found that the other party did not seem to be in a very good mood. Sander was nearly 40 years old, and he had been the captain of the Ice Wolves for ten years. The previous Knight Commander was His Highness Ferry from the Longnica family. After his term expired, he handed over the leadership of the Knights Templar to that young boy. At that time, Cesare was only 21 years old.

  Sander was a 21-year-old boy, and his ideas were similar to those of many team leaders. He was also the illegitimate son of the Pope and the Hazaro family, so what did he know? The battlefield was not a playground for the nobles, Sander thought. For knights like them who came from small noble families, the battlefield was one of the few places where they could gain glory.

  His Highness Ferry was an outlier among the nobles. He had joined the northern battlefield when he was young. Most of the people in the Longnica family were tall, mighty, and strong. His Highness Ferry was no exception. He used a long-handled axe and always led the way to chop off the heads of the dragons one by one. As for that kid, Sander still remembered the scene when he first saw Cesaro——

  He was tall and thin, with short black hair that curled slightly at the ends. His weapon was a long sword, and his mount was a griffin named Baipeng. Someone told Sander that the Knight Commander had actually been in the army for several years and was not a fledgling on the battlefield. Sander frowned and thought, even if a young noble like this joined the army, he would only do some simple cleanup work. His arms were so thin, and there was no tangled muscle on his body. Could he really kill the enemy on the battlefield?

  However, the ensuing war made Sander change his mind.

  This is a guy who fights not only with force but also with brains.

  He suddenly realized this and it was no wonder that he became the leader of the Knights Templar at such a young age.

  That man didn't seem to care about the so-called uprightness of chivalry. He was good at using strategies and knew how to advance and retreat. As a result, the dragon people, who had always only known how to face tough battles, began to be confused by the mysterious Cesare.

  Sander rarely saw Cesare so anxious, and he thought to himself that this boy had such great endurance.

  "How far is it to the castle?" Cesare asked Sander.

  "About ten kilometers," Sander replied, "The dragons are suspicious and don't seem to be in a hurry to capture the fortress."

  Cesare snorted, "You've learned your lesson this time."

  Sander nodded, "It was also because of the loss of Long Gol. Rather than the combat power, it was more of a psychological blow."

  "No surprise." Cesare said, "The others get ready on the cliffs on both sides, you take a small team to ambush the enemy here." Cesare pointed to a place about five kilometers away from the castle, "I will lead the Wind Wolves to lure the enemy in the castle, and when they are in chaos, they will definitely pass by here." Cesare pointed to a mountain pass leading to the Big Bear Pool to Sander.

  "Your Highness, are you luring the enemy yourself?" Sander frowned.

  "What else?" Cesare asked, "Is there anyone more suitable than me?" He smiled sarcastically, "I guess there is no one in Elima who is more hated by the dragons than me."

  "I'm worried about your physical condition, which will add a lot of risks to this war." Sander spoke honestly. He didn't think Cesare was in the best condition at the moment.

  Cesare waved his hand, signaling Sander to stop talking. He had made up his mind, and there was no room for change.

  When Sander left the tent, he saw the Orientals waiting outside the tent. He looked at one of them with some surprise, and felt that he looked familiar. When the three saw Sander coming out, they entered Cesare's tent.

  When Cesare saw Alan and the others come in, he knew why they came.

  When he woke up in the early hours of the morning, he found Qu Fuer already dressed and sitting on a chair. She seemed to have not slept well the previous night and was not very energetic. Cesare wrapped himself in his nightgown and looked at Qu Fuer coldly. The girl propped up her head and seemed to be taking a nap. This made him a little angry for no reason, and he hugged her, "Qu Fuer."

  The girl quickly opened her eyes, "Um...are you awake?" she asked.

  "What do you mean?" Cesare asked her.

  Fu'er shook her head. "It's still early. Can I go to another tent?" She looked up at Cesare. "It would be bad if everyone woke up in the morning and saw me leave your tent, wouldn't it?"

  The man said nothing, but just looked at Qu Fuer with his arms folded. After a moment, he suddenly grabbed the girl's arm and walked straight out of the tent.

  It was not yet daybreak and the rain was still falling, but Cesare seemed to not care at all. He walked forward with big strides, letting the girl trot behind him. When they came to an empty tent, he opened the door and threw Qu Fuer inside. The rain soaked his hair. He didn't know why he suddenly got so angry, and then he slammed the door.

  She repeated to him exactly what he had said to her at night, as if she were slapping him in the face. Cesare told himself not to take the woman's words and actions too seriously, but the pain in his waist began to come again.

  He bent down uncontrollably, trying to endure the pain from the wound. He found the medicine left by Nefer in the cabinet, took a pill, and it was only then that the pain was slightly relieved.

  However, the Orientals told him that they were grateful for their help. Aram said sincerely, "We will continue our journey to the East as well."

  It was he who was doing business with the Orientals, and it was good that way, he could not break his promise. Cesare asked, "Is the woman's injury better?" He asked knowingly, because he had bandaged and applied medicine to her with his own hands.

  "Well, it's nothing serious now." Yalan went to visit Fu'er in the morning. At that time, she was sitting in her tent with a thoughtful look. When she saw Yalan, she stood up and asked, "Are you all right?"

  Yalan nodded. He always felt that Fu'er was different from before, but he really didn't know what happened, so he said, "If she gets better, let's leave here immediately."

  Unexpectedly, Qu Fuer actually nodded, and Yalan was very surprised.

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  Cesare hesitated to speak, and finally couldn't make out the point. He nodded, "I hope your country's friendship with Elima will last forever." He whispered, and then saw the understanding look in Alan's eyes.

  Cesare opened the curtain and let Alan and the others leave the tent first, then he walked out himself.

  Alan looked around, "Are you going to fight again?"

  Cesare nodded. They all understood that Cesare was not in a position to reveal the finer details to Alan as that involved military secrets.

  Alan brought A Jin and A Xiang back to his tent and found that Moli and Fu'er were already sitting there ready. He said, "We'd better set off as soon as possible to avoid trouble on the way." He looked at Moli, as if warning her.

  After such a commotion, Jasmine didn't dare to say anything more. She looked at Fu'er nervously, and when she saw that she was fine, she felt relieved.

  "I'm sorry, Fu'er," Jasmine said seriously, "I'm too immature, really."

  However, Qu Fuer just waved her hand and didn't say anything more.

  In the morning, she drew aside the curtain and saw the knights coming and going. Everyone looked uneasy, and from their vague conversations, she knew that there might be another tough battle in the future.

  As she walked towards Jasmine's tent, she heard people whispering that the Knight Commander was injured and had to go to the fortress to lure the enemy. It was said that the poison was incurable and was caused by the wound on his waist left by the red-haired dragon Gor. Even the people from the seminary had no way to cure his wound unless they captured the man who poisoned him and asked for the antidote. "Maybe there is an antidote in the treasury of the Eastern Emperor, but who knows? I guess the people from the seminary said it nonsense" - one of the knights said.

  Qu Fuer suddenly remembered the man's body twitching suddenly last night. He seemed to be enduring some pain - but Cesare did not tell her anything about his injury, yes, not a word.

  "Just now the captain said that it was the Wind Wolf Squad that lured the enemy." The knight said, "The Wind Wolf Squad now has no captain Yang Liu, and Johnny is leading the team instead. I don't know if it will work."

  "It's a pity for Captain Yang Liu. Although she is a woman, she is not inferior to other captains at all."

  "Speaking of this..." One of them suddenly came over mysteriously, "Do you know that Captain Yang Liu and the Knight Commander have that kind of relationship?"

  The two men smiled knowingly, both understanding what that kind of relationship represented. The other one asked, "How did you know?"

  "Before Captain Yang Liu was dismissed, I woke up one night and ran into them. Don't tell anyone else, Captain Yang Liu's voice was so sexy. Although Captain Yang Liu is usually cold, I didn't expect that he is quite wild in bed."

  "Don't talk about this casually!"

  "What nonsense am I talking about? This is human nature. Captain Yang Liu has been with the Knight Commander for so many years. I don't believe that they are innocent and have nothing to do with each other. When the Knight Commander was poisoned, wasn't it Captain Yang Liu who was taking care of him by his bedside?"

  "That's right. The Wind Wolf Squad is the Knight Commander's personal squad, and it is under the management of Captain Yang Liu. Oh, it's such a pity for Captain Yang Liu. Why was he dismissed?"

  "Who knows? Maybe Captain Yang Liu will be sent back to the Imperial City, and the Knight Commander has other plans."

  The two of them walked further and further away, but Qu Fuer didn't want to listen any more.

  She quickly walked into Jasmine's tent and lifted the curtain. Jasmine saw her and quickly put down the things in her hands, "Sister Fuer, how are you?" The natural look in the girl's eyes warmed Qu Fuer's heart.

  Qu Fuer shook her head, "What about them?"

  "Uncle Yalan said he wanted to say goodbye to those people, and then we set off. Sister Fu'er, I'm sorry, I was wrong." Jasmine apologized to her seriously, "I will never do such a thing again. Are you okay? Does your head still hurt?"

  "It doesn't hurt anymore." Qu Fuer tried hard to smile and pretended nothing had happened.

  "Uncle Yalan said that this place is not far from Hassan City. It will take about two or three days to get there—" Jasmine looked at Fu'er cautiously. She knew that the girl in front of her was unwilling to leave Elima, so she could only be cautious. "Sister Fu'er, Mingxia is actually a very good person. Father and mother are both very good people. You are our family..."

  Qu Fuer watched the girl speak sincerely and stumblingly about the words that made her feel comfortable. What else could she say? Reject cruelly? She had rarely met people who took the initiative to show her affection. The girls in the Quewu didn't count, because they were in the same boat and depended on each other. She had no father or mother, let alone brothers or sisters. The only man she had ever experienced was so ambiguous. She just wanted to give her heart to that man, but ended up like this.

  That feeling was jealousy and hatred, and then it turned into helplessness. She just wanted to find a place by herself and cry bitterly. The thing she feared the most was finally ruthlessly exposed by an outsider. It seemed that she was just one of his many women. Compared with others, what chance did she have?

  Qu Fuer looked down at her hands. She remembered that Cesare had said many times that her martial arts were really bad - that must be because he had seen better ones, right? She was so ridiculous, so ridiculous - at this time, she was still worried. He was poisoned and injured. That kind of poison could not be cured. What if he was injured in the process of luring the enemy? Would it cost him his life? !

  Seeing that Fu'er's face seemed to be covered with a cloud of melancholy, Jasmine gently opened her arms and hugged her.

  They continued on their way. A Jin and A Xiang were still playing and fighting with Jasmine, but Qu Fuer became much quieter.

  Suddenly they heard something whizzing past in the sky. Looking up, they saw a group of vultures flying away into the distance.

  "They are from the Wind Wolf Squad." Jin and Jasmine said, "The leader is the man we met last time."

  Qu Fuer of course knew who that was. He was leading the way, and his white armor looked so dazzling.

  She lowered her head and held the camel's reins tightly with both hands, and he never saw her again until they set off.

  This time she was really going to Mingxia, to the distant and unknown Shanbei County.

  Will I return to Elima City in my lifetime?

  A gust of wind blew, and Qu Fuer suddenly felt a little cold in this summer.

  The Great Bear Pool Fortress has always been the most important military stronghold of the Papal State of Elima. Its location determines its characteristics of being easy to defend and difficult to attack. Therefore, as the most important fortress on the northern front, it is like a hand, tightly strangling the throat of the City of Whisper.

  However, Cesare ordered the Ice Wolves to evacuate the fortress. Although there was a lot of discussion in Elima, the Pope used his authority to suppress the matter.

  Bergoli IV looked at the woman kneeling on the ground. He saw her being brought up tied up.

  "Are you Yang Liu?"

  He asked.

  The woman raised her head and looked at Bergoli IV. This was her first time to meet the Pope, and she was admittedly nervous. She was a little surprised. The Pope was already fifty-four years old, but the man in front of her looked younger and more energetic than his actual age. His temples were slightly gray, his face was thin, and he looked more serious than Cesare, with a pair of thin lips tightly pursed.

  Yes, they are father and son - Yang Liu thought. She dared not forget what Cesare told her that night, even though she was taken away and brought back to the city of Elima after only one night.

  Willow replied, "Yes, your majesty."

  "Hmm..." The Pope supported his face with his hands, "Why did Cesare give up the Castle of the Great Bear Pond?"

  "Your Majesty, I don't know." Yang Liu answered seriously.

  "What crime did he charge you with? Abuse of power?" Bergoli IV laughed. "Why not charge you with being a spy or an undercover agent?"

  Yang Liu quickly lowered his body and said, "It was my fault that His Royal Highness the Knight Commander discovered my identity."

  "What a waste," the Pope said, "Nefertari said the poison in his body cannot be cured?"

  "Yes, Your Majesty." The sweat on Yang Liu's face dripped onto the smooth floor of the Pope's Hall, and her voice trembled slightly.

  "How should I punish you?" The Pope stood up and came to Yang Liu. He was furious, but his voice was calm.

  Yang Liu stared at the man's shoes and didn't dare to speak.

  "Raise your head." The Pope ordered Yang Liu, "It would be a shame to chop off your head directly." He bent down and raised Yang Liu's chin with his hand. "Well... why not let you go to some interesting places..."

  Yang Liu felt that the man's eyes were too terrifying. Even though she had killed dragons and witnessed the cruelty on the battlefield, when she faced Bergoli IV, she still felt the pressure from this man who was closest to God. She couldn't help but tremble. She couldn't die.

  The attendant beside him handed over a towel, and the Pope wiped the hand that had just lifted his willow chin, "Norbert, take that woman away."

  Norbert took the order and secretly glanced at Yang Liu, feeling that she was really lucky that the Pope didn't kill her.

  "My bishops will be very happy. Those old bastards have the most tricks, don't they?" The Pope suddenly said, and Norbert was shocked. "Just take her there."

  Norbert wanted to take back his thoughts at this moment.