Three days later, as he emerged from the great hall, all his attendants and servants stood respectfully in place, and as he walked out, the sunlight shone directly on Fang Xin's body, filling him with golden light, and for an instant, he was almost like a god.

  Mounting their horses, they galloped towards the open plain outside the town. Seeing Fang Xin arrive, at that moment, the bugle began to sound, spreading across the entire battlefield. Then everyone raised their weapons: "Hannit! Hannit! Victory! Victory! Victory!"

  The shout was shaking the entire plain, and Fang Xin was also welcomed by so many people for the first time. He could feel his body trembling uncontrollably.

  "Down with the Dark Legion, we must win!" Fang Xin shouted loudly: "Departure!"

  At the command, the bugle sounded again. Twenty knights with two hundred cavalrymen set off first. The knights wore cloaks and their plate armor shone in the morning light. Then 1,600 troops also set off.

  At this time, on the highest floor of the manor, there was a dark room with only one candle on the long table. Although it was sunny outside, inside it was dark and gloomy because the windows on both sides were hung with thick curtains that completely isolated this place from others.

  Inside the room, there were seven or eight men and more than twenty women, either in their teens or twenties. All of them ****, with only masks on their faces. This was a masquerade ball for the nobility - a banquet where everyone wore only masks and no clothes.

  The air was still filled with the lingering aura of ****, but at this moment, the curtains revealed a slight gap, and several men were watching the scene outside, their voices devoid of any ****, chilling to the bone. If there was anything, it was the exhaustion after passion.

  "Ah, the heroes of the world, like princes with prestige and power, have vanished into thin air in an instant!" A man whispered a poem: "He still thinks he has successfully forced the palace, but doesn't know that this is what we wanted!"

  "Yes, just like Dandy Gerolt back in the day!" Another man said, his voice already old, but with dignity and coldness.

  "It was the same, when Dandy Jerolte descended upon this land, he brought with him the power and light of God, but what happened? He vanished. Now, the great cathedrals have all perished, only a limited number of priests remain - as long as we stand together, this world will be ours."

  "But, however, killing Dandy Gerolt was a bit too early, which allowed Count Bremen to recover and become stronger, forcing us to weaken and even start walking towards extinction. This time we must learn from our lesson, killing Hannit is a must, but it has to be after we have thoroughly won, don't you think, Eri?" Another middle-aged man's voice, he was caressing Eri's naked white body, at this moment, the line of light from the window was shining on her, revealing every detail, allowing everyone present to see everything clearly.

  She let out an "ah" and spread her legs wide, closing her eyes. Her expression was complex, however. After a few minutes, she closed her legs again, trapping the hand that was still moving on her body. With a hint of helplessness, she said: "Indeed, he's really disappointed me. If he wasn't such a rebel, there would be room for him between us. But he can kill, his family must stay behind. After all, nobles are scarce now, and he's very cautious!"

  "We understand this, just like Dandy Gerolt back then, who wanted to establish a teaching nation here. Hannett's ambition is too big and won't be allowed, and we will use your and your sister's power!"

  "Then let's discuss the current situation, when is it time for us to intervene?"

  "Judging from our current analysis, Hanniet's strength is obviously very powerful, capable of directly killing high-ranking dark knights and has good command. If we exclude the troops defending the castle, the Dark Legion may have an army of 1,200. According to common sense, we should have double the number of troops to fight against the Dark Legion, but this time it's clear that we can't consider it that way." A man said calmly, and just then, a young lady in her teens took off her mask, knelt down beside the candle, dipped her goose-quill pen into the ink, and began to record.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, all I can say is that considering various factors comprehensively, this victory was expected. Especially after it joined in, what the person said makes sense. Three hundred years of darkness and suffering have been too heavy a burden. If we didn't have heroes, within a hundred years, we would not be able to hold on. Therefore, at critical moments, we must not be stingy with our material support."

  "Ladies and gentlemen, I don't want to be an alarmist, but in my opinion, everyone's view of the situation is overly optimistic. Let's not mention whether it's trustworthy or not, but even with support from all sides, Hanniet's victory won't come easily. Don't forget that compared to before, Count Bremen's power has increased by who knows how much - this point cannot be ignored!" The man's words left everyone shocked and moved.

  "Actually, as long as we reach the front of the castle, everyone has prepared hundreds of years' worth of oil bullets, and they are all ready to go. At the critical moment, just use the catapult to throw all these oil bullets up, and both Hanniet and Count Bremen will perish together in the flames!"

  "It's a good thing we've experimented with it, one oil bomb can burn for half an hour, even stone can be burned apart. We now have enough oil bombs to thoroughly burn down that dark castle, unfortunately after implementing this plan, we still haven't been able to attack the city."

  "This time, it's time to use it. Gentlemen, we must let the world know that we are the eternal rulers, the nobles, with our own territory and governance, because we have been deeply thoughtful, because we have prepared sufficiently, because we have had enough experience over the past few hundred years!"

  Indeed, I will record this conversation in our family chronicle and let our descendants read it carefully. This is a famous saying that I must pass on to them so that they can remember it forever! However, the only thing we cannot conquer is death. Three hundred years ago, if our ancestors had not sought immortality, they would have allowed Briman's rise to power, otherwise Briman would not have had the opportunity.

  "Yes, but the dark power is indeed not under our control. Everyone must admit that Buri's talent is admirable and his vision is unique and far-reaching. He turned the tables on us, forcing us to defeat."

  "So this time, we must also be extremely cautious and never let Hannit have the same opportunity as Bremen. We, who are already weak, no longer have the strength to come back."

  "Ellie, I recall the Eggy of those years, oh dear, also a beauty, it's been ages since she came. This time, if not for fear of startling the snake in the grass, we would have had one more woman to enjoy. Ellie, are you certain you can control her?"

  "No, she can't. After all, she and Hanniet are husband and wife, and they have two children together. There's always some emotional attachment, so unless Hanniet is driven to desperation, she won't do it. Don't expect too much from her. If Hanniet wins, she'll gain even more."

  Ellie stood up straight, her body trembling slightly, but her expression was solemn: "I don't want any of you to do anything rash. In fact, that's why I didn't call Egges this time. We don't know what kind of moral compass Hanniet has after his descent."

  "Understood, we won't act rashly."

  Having heard this, Elly stepped forward and slightly opened the curtains to look down. At this time, the team had already disappeared from view. Her eyes showed a sad expression, but she didn't know what to say. Although she made this decision without anyone forcing her, it was all in the name of collective interests. However, she felt suffocated and extremely uncomfortable, almost wanting to shed tears.