In this cruel world, everyone is like a floating mayfly, even the nobles are no exception.

  Hardly any aristocrat lived beyond fifty years of age; countless died in battle.

  Ellie, who already has three children, must have felt her time drawing near; if not this year, then within the next decade - both from outside and inside - subjects would rather have a strong man lead them than a woman.

  Watching the child grow up and become strong, with countless comforts, joys, pains, and fears, all in this line of tears.

  What can escape this outcome? It seems that there is no possibility at all, but in an instant, Fang Xin suddenly understood that this small plane needs a savior, a hero.

  Gently patting Elly's back, Fang Xin remained silent. After a moment, Elly stood up, calmly wiping away her tears and smoothing out her clothes. Then she smiled and said: "Hannit Knight, what brings you here? Why don't we eat while we talk, how about it?"

  "As you wish, Lady Elly!" Fang Xin bowed, his demeanor calm and composed.

  Ellie led the way, Fang Xin holding her hand, following the ancient ritual tradition, slowly towards the hall table, the old butler quietly welcoming and bowing.

  On the table was roasted goose, the housekeeper divided it in half, Fang Xin didn't care, took it over, and ate with relish. For Hanni Te, this fragrant, crispy, tender and soft taste lingered in her memory, but for Fang Xin himself, it was nothing special.

  In their own world, this kind of food is something even commoners take for granted, but here, even nobles can't get it every time.

  Ellie ate a little and smiled at Hennette, and was very pleased with George the butler - because George knew her mind.

  Actually, a knight wouldn't often get to eat this kind of thing, so every time he came, Elly would make something delicious for him. Roast goose was Hannet's favorite food, and even without being told, George the butler automatically understood what was meant and made arrangements.

  "Mrs. Ai Li, the war is about to start, I want to make some preparations." Fang Xin said in a low voice.

  "Oh, what preparations do you want to make?"

  "How many mounted warriors do you have available for battle now?"

  "Besides you and Sir Alec's squire, I have a squire of my own named James, twenty-three knight-errants, and two hundred soldiers at my disposal." Elly replied.

  "Hand over all the attendants to me, I'll take 150 soldiers with me, I want to take them out."

  "Take them out?"

  "Yes, the war is about to begin. Rather than letting them face the terrifying Dark Army directly, it's better to let them face beasts first and learn how to fight, so that their combat strength can be improved." Fang Xin said after finishing his last bite of food.

  Ellie suddenly fell silent, her smile disappearing, and a strange expression floated in her blue eyes. After thinking for a while, she replied after a few minutes: "Is this your idea?"

  "Yes!" Fang Xin said, looking at her with deep and profound eyes like the ocean.

  After looking at him for a few seconds, Eli avoided his eyes and said: "This is also a good idea. You go down and tell them what I said. Order all the knights, attendants, and apprentice knights to return to their posts. Also, have 150 soldiers set aside, and food will be prepared for you."

  "Just bring enough food for ten days, and I'll take care of everything else." Fang Xin said resolutely, stood up, bowed, and then said: "Please don't worry, everything will be fine."

  As Fang Xin left, George, the butler, stepped forward and said: "Miss, it's very strange..."

  "I already know about this matter, I have my own opinion." Elly stepped forward and looked down from the stairs, her eyes falling on Fang Xin who was walking below.

  Her eyes were strange and unfamiliar.

  After another moment, the bugle was sounded, and it rang out instantly.

  Gather the knights attendants, convey the order, reorganize the knight attendant organization. Each knight attendant leads ten soldiers, and the remaining ten knights attendants, with Fang Xin as the leader, form the most elite cavalry team.

  As the horn sounded, apprentice knight James was at home scrubbing his family's iron pot, his heart heavy with thoughts of the war that occurred once every ten years. Suddenly, he heard the summons and his heart skipped a beat.

  "James!" his wife rushed out of the house immediately, her face pale.

  "Don't worry, it's all right, dear," James said, and in no time at all his two knight attendants arrived, both young men of about twenty.

  Everyone remained silent, quickly put on their armor, tied it to their horses, and then led the horses directly to the square to gather.

  They arrived at the square and found many soldiers already there. James saw Sir Hannett Knight leading them.

  "Hannett Knights, has the war begun?"

  "Not yet, but soon. You'd better have your armor repaired by the blacksmith anyway, there's oil here." Fang Xin said, looking at him and his horse.

  The knight's armor was delivered to the craftsman, who immediately used a rasp to remove the rust from the armor. A shrill scraping sound followed, and the inner lining, made of precious cowhide, was sewn in place at key locations.

  There were already army cooks handing out white bread and waxed sausages, some old soldiers seemed to be familiar with it, took it and wolfed it down, while new recruits looked pale, some at a loss, they also knew that they would go into battle soon, although the snow-white bread was also tense and couldn't eat.

  Fang Xinpeng calmly watched as the sky suddenly turned gloomy. Although the rain wasn't heavy, it carried a chill of spring.

  After eating, it was time to form up the troops. This naturally had attendants going down to make arrangements. Batch after batch of weapons were taken out from the warehouse, and craftsmen busied themselves in the light rain, polishing each weapon until they shone, with some even being oiled.

  Many veterans have received their weapons, carefully examining them and making demands. At this time, the craftsmen will agree to their demands as much as possible. Some veterans also obtained weapons and danced on the spot in the square. These veterans must adjust their physical strength and mentality to enter combat.

  Among these veterans, each one knew what he had to do, no speeches were needed, no morale-boosting was required; they were already accustomed to killing and fighting.

  There were few voices in the square. For this world, it was a routine action that occurred once every ten years. Although there were old men, children and even women nearby, they all remained silent.

  "Let's set sail!" Fang Xin said as he saw everything was ready.

  The pale red lion's banner rose, Fang Xin turned back to take a look, and met the gaze of Lord Eli accurately. Then he smiled, gave her a simple knight salute, and turned his head to order: "Depart!"

  The cold rain grew heavier, mixed with a mist that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, adding a few degrees of chill to the afternoon.

  Fang Xin wore knight armor, riding a horse forward, the sound of horseshoes breaking the silence. He left the town on his own, with more than 20 riders following closely behind him, and a cow cart carrying food followed tightly after them, which was the logistics personnel.