Time waits for no man. After making up his mind, Yang Ling quickly returned to the Visen Castle to deploy. Soon, all relevant personnel took swift action.
An hour later, in a military camp south of Weissenfels, Stoff received a strange letter with no identification on the envelope. To prevent it from being a Russian trick, an advisor wearing a pair of rubber gloves carefully opened the envelope to avoid poisoning.
To everyone's surprise, there was no letter inside the envelope, only a handkerchief with a faint scent and a line of words written on it.
"Tonight at midnight, Lado Valley, see you then, Meryl."
"What, the letter Meryl gave me?" As soon as the counselor's voice fell, Stov rushed to snatch the handkerchief without any regard. As soon as he got the handkerchief, he confirmed that it was indeed a love letter from Meryl to himself. He had seen her beautiful handwriting and couldn't forget the faint fragrance on her body.
Clutching the white handkerchief, smelling the faint fragrance on it, Stoff was excited. Since meeting Merile in Shangri-La, he had been infatuated with this enchanting beauty in black clothes. If not for his heavy military duties, if not for those damned elusive Russians, he would have liked to spend all day with Merile in Shangri-La.
Handkerchief, she actually used a handkerchief as a token and made a date with me!
Stov was so happy that he almost floated away, as a charming nobleman, no one understood the meaning of a woman's active invitation better than him. Moreover, it was an appointment made with a personal **handkerchief as a token.
When a woman is polite to you, it means she doesn't have any feelings for you; when a woman scolds you as 'bastard' or says she hates you, it means you've successfully caught her attention.
When a woman agrees to go on a date with you, congratulations. You've already succeeded halfway. When two or three days have passed and the woman starts taking the initiative to ask you out, what it represents is self-evident.
Clutching the handkerchief with Yu Xiang's scent, Stoff understood. Merile would soon become his woman. Perhaps not his last woman, but absolutely his first and the last woman he loved most in this life.
"Sir, could this be a trap?"
Stov was visibly excited, but after hesitating for half a day, his advisor still urged him to be cautious. The Russians have made great progress now, and if they are careless again, it will be unbearable. Last time, even Gutierrez, the Sword Saint, unfortunately encountered difficulties. If they fall into another ambush, they might not be so lucky as to meet the papal envoy again.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Stov shook his head resolutely, in his eyes, Meriel was as beautiful and pure as a fairy, it was impossible for her to be related to the humble Ross people. Moreover, even if it were a dragon's lair or a tiger's den, he would still resolutely go to the appointment. When he arrived at Visen Town, he obtained a large piece of fiefdom. But if he lost Meriel, he would feel like losing the whole world.
People in passionate love are often blind and impulsive!
After bitter persuasion for half a day, seeing Stoff was determined to go to the appointment, the strategists had no choice but to give up. However, in order to prevent any unexpected situation, they repeatedly advised him to bring 500 elite guards with him, and Stoff thought about it and did not object.
After all, if we happen to meet a passing Rós person by chance, we may have to rely on these 500 troops to escape. It doesn't matter if I get hurt myself, but if Meriel makes any mistakes, it will be too late for regrets.
Stov went resolutely to the appointment, and at the same time the Russians who were bivouacking in the forest of Tras received a dispatch from the parrot.
"Tonight at midnight, Lado Valley, target rendezvous with people, must be a one-shot kill!"
With the simple and crude intelligence in hand, Zhenna was overjoyed. The weather was getting colder and Stoff's reinforcements were getting closer, the situation was getting worse and worse, now this opportunity was absolutely once in a lifetime.
"Your Highness, this... could it be a trap?" The strategist hiding in the darkness furrowed his brow.
"Is there any other way if we don't make a desperate attempt?" Genoa shook his head with a bitter smile, as the situation became increasingly dire, he had no choice but to retreat. Either return to the empire in defeat and await punishment from the emperor and interrogation by hostile forces; or believe in Yang Ling, go all out, and risk everything for one last fight.
However, as it turns out, Rennaia believes Yang Ling won't and doesn't dare play any tricks.
Through magical communication, Renna knew that the crystal coins and Gaulish warhorses promised to Yang Ling had already set out, but it would take at least ten days or half a month for them to arrive at the Livensa border. If anything went wrong, he could order them to stop at any time. As for the most important crystal mine, as long as he didn't return to the Rosso Empire, Yang Ling wouldn't dare start work.
In addition, Yang Ling wanted to be an independent lord and had to get the support of the Ros Empire. Otherwise, if he was at odds with both the Bantu Empire and the Ros Empire, he would be isolated and helpless. Even if he had the ability to develop the resources of the Trass Forest on a large scale, it is likely that they could not be sold, and if some warriors were sent in to make trouble, his situation would become even more difficult.
After making up his mind, Zhennaya decided to gather all the brave warriors to fight a decisive battle. The outcome of victory or defeat would be determined in this one move. This battle only allowed success and did not allow failure.
If he wins, his chances of inheriting the throne will greatly increase; if he loses, the consequences will be unthinkable, and his imperial brothers will absolutely not let go of this opportunity to strike at him.
Renn made a difficult decision, and Merills was also tense with deployment.
In a corner of the Trass Forest, a large group of heavily armored knights and black-robed magicians suddenly appeared. All were expressionless, silent, and staring at Merrill as she pointed to a map.
"Lord Merylls, are you suggesting we mobilize the Shadow Knights?" A burly knight frowned, understanding the implication.
"Hmph, I'll go to Rickermei's place myself and explain it in person!" Merries snorted coldly, this time she was confident.
Tonight, she decided to lay her cards on the table with Yang Ling. If he was sensible and joined the Dark Magician's Guild, everything would be easy to discuss, and she would also have the opportunity to get close to him, laying the foundation for breaking through his psychological defenses one day and taking revenge. If Yang Ling wasn't sensible, there was nothing more to say. To avoid him leaking the news, the best solution was to make him a dead man.
Although Yang Ling had many warriors under his command and possessed a powerful demon beast army, Meriel didn't take it to heart. Compared to the elite Shadow Knights, Yang Ling's guards were simply a motley crew that couldn't withstand a single blow.
As for Yang Ling's beast army, Merills believed that in the face of his own dark magic and the Shadow Knights who were known for their speed, Yang Ling didn't even have time to summon them.
Stov, Genoa and Merills were all busy with their own plans, while Yang Ling was carefree. After telling the plan to Good, all the tedious details naturally had someone to plan and handle.
After understanding Yang Ling's nearly crazy linked plan, whether it was Gud or Haier Beili, they were all shocked. If successful, I believe that Weisen Town will be within reach, and no force can stop it; but if unfortunately failed, the consequences will also be extremely serious, and if not careful, it is very likely to suffer a joint counterattack from various forces.
Tonight is destined to be an unquiet night!
In the Spirit Gathering Array, Yang Ling sat cross-legged, gazing at the hazy moonlight, and smiled coldly before slowly closing his eyes. On the eve of an intense battle, a calm mindset and abundant energy were indispensable; apparently, a short period of quiet meditation was not a bad choice.
