"Sir Justinian, should we stop first?" asked Cardrose and Godric, who were in charge of leading the team. Since the two showed absolute loyalty and ability in the Argos defense battle, Justinian promoted the two to follow him. Cardrose is very familiar with the terrain of this area. It is difficult to walk in the mountains in winter, and it rained a while ago, so he suggested that the troops who marched for one night could take a break for a while.

Looking at the girl who was sleeping with fever in her arms, Justinian hesitated a little, turned around and looked at the exhausted soldier, and finally nodded.

"Stay on the spot for a while and make a fire and make a meal." Justinian ordered, and then went to take care of the confused girl behind her.

He was really careless. On the eve of the expedition, when the Thesali nobles knew nothing, Justinian led two Misteris infantry brigades as reserves to embark on the third route of march. But he never thought that the girl who stayed in his mansion also followed him, and his small body was covered with a wide military uniform and a helmet covering his eyes, but no one noticed it. When Justinian discovered it, Irina Ducas could no longer bear the cold wind on the mountain and fainted. Touched his hot forehead, Justinian suddenly felt a difficult dilemma at this moment. He was a burden, but he could not leave it behind.

"You...you must promise me, Justinian!" At this time, Irina's faint murmur came to his ears, and Justinian smiled bitterly. At this time, he still did not forget his obsession in his heart. He couldn't help but admire this girl, who was not as weak as she had when she first met her.

"You have already promised you, how much do you believe me?" Justinian smiled helplessly.

But a man's teasing run came from the head, "How many people can you expect to believe what the fox said? Especially if you don't eat the meat you give it to your mouth, no one is afraid of being eaten up in the end."

Who dared to speak like this? Be alert to the strange man, Justinian looked up suddenly and pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

"Oh, don't be excited. Don't remember me, Lord Justinian?" The man, also wearing Misteris uniform, naturally raised his hands, raised his left hand to the edge of his helmet to reveal the whole picture.

"It's you?!" Justinian recognized the other party, the monk named Sergius who appeared at the banquet before. How could he appear here?

"I'm right." The crazy monk shrugged and walked forward carelessly, saying, "If I hadn't been staring at this child, I wouldn't have thought that Lord Justinian, you would have chosen to take this path. Is it to block the army of His Majesty the Emperor who went south?"

"Ask you knowingly. It's just right that you are here. His Highness Irina is sick. I need someone to take care of me." Justinian said calmly at the mysterious monk. Although the other party's origin was unknown, at least he could trust him. He remembered that Irina could escape safely from Agrenion and rely on the other party to escort them all the way.

But Sergius shook his head, "Forgive me, the mother of this child granted me custody only before Larissa. Now the only one who can protect her is Hendrielle, except for Hendriel, you, who is her fiancé, aren't you?"

"I just agreed to consider it."

"Why did you agree to her stay overnight last night?" Sergius asked with a smile, and continued without waiting for Justinian to have an attack: "Even if you did nothing, in the eyes of others, you and His Highness Irina already have a fait accompli. To be honest, I casually suggested that this child was really doing this."

"So I think you have the obligation to help me as the culprit." Justinian looked at the crazy monk in front of him unhappily, and instinctively felt that the other party was difficult to deal with.

"But now she is in danger of life going up and down the mountain, and I can't do anything about it." Sergius spread his hands and said that he could not help.

"But I can't continue to delay here. Every time I delay here, the army of Emperor Mikhail is getting closer. If she can't hold on, it can only be said that it is the arrangement of fate, and I will fulfill my promise to help her complete revenge." Justinian stood up and looked at the girl who was sleeping on the bluestone by him, and said coldly. This trip was racing against time. The border between the north of Thessaly and the north Epirus was the side wall that Prince Theodor had built. There was a garrison point where the garrison was the best place to block the co-governor emperor's army going south. Justinian marched lightly to seize the opportunity. At this time, the temporary rest was betting on the entire battle situation. How could he lose all his life for a moment of soft heart?

"This time, there is a herb growing in the valley that is 40 miles northwest, which can cure wind and cold. I have traveled once, and the effect is indeed immediate." Sergius said with a smile.

But Justinian was already impatient, "I said that I don't have time to delay any more."

"But what I want to say is that not only herbs grow there, but also several Albanian tribes that live here. Even so, are you unwilling to condescend to go there?" Seeing this, Sergius simply spoke out, and when he told Justinian the news, the originally impatient young man hesitated.

"What do you mean?"

"Ask a question knowingly." Sergius smiled and replied to Justinian intact, and said lightly: "You will get three thousand elite soldiers when you go there. Those clan tribes can help you defeat the army of the co-governance emperor who went south."

"Three thousand people?" This is a large number, but Justinian expressed doubts. "I remember the map indicates that it is deserted. There are no roads, no towns, and no villages."

"Ah, my Lord Justinian, you shouldn't know that the map was drawn by people. It was not a land. Since the independence of the Northern Serbia, some rebellious Albanians fled here to live in high valleys and isolated from the outside world. This situation has been around for almost twenty years, and they have no lords ruled by their tribe leader. Thessalians called them thieves because they sometimes robbed villages and would not pay taxes to the nobles. Among them are warriors who can fight with huge long-handled battle axes. It must be said that it is precisely this impression that makes the locals very unfriendly to them. But generally as long as the harvest is good every year, they will be busy taking care of their livestock and farming in the valleys. In fact, they are simple people."

"But they will fight for me?"
Chapter completed!