"

But Dele's tone darkened slightly:

"But their glory is gone. The current Viscount of Enci Town even needs to borrow money to survive."

Thales frowned and turned back:

“Why go into debt?”

The mounts continued to move forward with the team, and from time to time sentries passing by for reconnaissance to clear the way or to protect the rear brought powerful and powerful orders.

Dele's eyes drifted into the distance, slightly confused.

"Because of the war."

Thales' eyes moved:

"Year of Blood"

Dele stared closely at Thales, lifted the reins of his horse, and moved forward with him.

"yes."

"But more than that."

He looked at Thales steadily:

"Eleven years ago, in order to seek justice for the Year of Blood, the Kingdom decided to go on an expedition into the desert."

Expedition to the desert.

Thales thought:

"You're talking about the Desert War and the subsequent Purge Campaign"

Dele raised his eyebrows, as if he remembered something, and then he apologized slightly:

"Oh, I almost forgot, of course you know. You were raised by Viscount Mann, and he died in that war."

Thales' face froze.

No, I do not know.

I heard it from a certain unscrupulous tavern owner.

The setting sun shines in front, and the team is still moving forward, but Dele is looking into the distance, seemingly in a trance:

"Before the war, His Majesty and the State Council passed an appendix to the mobilization resolution: During the emergency period, the Baron of the Blade Tooth Dune on the front line can exercise wartime control over the town of Grace in the name of the king, including but not limited to public security and martial law.

, summoning soldiers, requisitioning supplies, even appointing bureaucrats, collecting taxes, and enforcing the law."

Wartime control.

Thales suddenly said:

"I see."

But he immediately felt something was wrong:

"Emergency period"

Dele nodded with a gloomy expression:

"And since then, from the protracted purge campaign to the recent orc attack"

Dele's eyes became extremely sharp:

"The so-called emergency period in the Blade Tooth Camp has lasted for eleven years."

He turned his head and looked directly at Thales, the meaning in his eyes was difficult to understand:

"Never lifted."

Thales was stunned.

Eleven years of martial law and martial law

"And Grace Town is just one of those addendums."

Dele's voice was low, just like his emotions:

"Now do you know what this turmoil in the Blade Tooth Camp means?"

Thales frowned.

This time, the Earl of Wing Castle threw him a big proposition.

It was so big that he couldn't imagine it.

But Dele had no intention of asking him to answer. His Excellency the Count just said to himself:

“War sucks, right?”

The young earl rode on the road, and the setting sun dyed his armor golden.

But there was indescribable sadness in his eyes:

"It destroys more than just lives."

Thales pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer.

"During the war, faced with the army led by the king and the excitement of the people, old Viscount Hermann could only bow his head and follow the trend, obey orders, work conscientiously, and be diligent and loyal."

Dele's voice rose slightly:

"After the war, when facing Williams, the sixty-year-old Viscount Hermann could only hold the family tree and the yellowing canonization order of the town of Grace in one hand, and held a sword against his neck in the other hand. At the meeting of our lords,

The whole Western Wilderness is watching, and all we, the cowardly so-called great lords, so-called guardian dukes and imperial earls, can do is to persuade him to go back with all our heart and soul, using delays and lies."

Dele frowned and looked forward:

"So, when the old Viscount died in depression, and his son sneaked to the Wing Castle and humbly asked for a loan to make ends meet, I didn't hesitate or be stingy."

Earl Yibao's voice was calm, but his words contained depressing power:

"We owe him this."

Thales' eyes were a little heavy.

The silence lasted for a while, and for a while the only sound was the sound of horse hooves.

"How many."

After a long while, Thales spoke out from the unspeakable silence:

"How many situations like this are there in the Western Wilderness?"

Dele lowered his head and paused, seeming to be thinking.

But he finally spoke.

"I have no idea."

"But I know that about five years ago, the Baron of Emery Town who was under my command for hundreds of years, his whole family fell ill and unfortunately died. At least that's what was said to the outside world."

This time, the earl's voice was particularly low.

Thales frowned:

"foreign"

Dele raised his head and snorted from his nose:

"Obviously he has been protesting against the implementation of the tax exemption order for the development of border counties. According to him, the countless nouveau riche nobles spawned by that law are eroding his interests, taking away his subjects, and cutting off his livelihood every day.

"

"Regardless of whether his excuse was exaggerated or not, in the end it was also the worst. I don't know whether it was because he was too stupid to do anything, or because he had nowhere to appeal and was too stubborn, or because he drank too much and was confused and did not listen to us.

Discouraged, he followed his instinct and chose the radical style of the ancestors of the Douduo Empire."

Thales was stunned.

I saw Dele holding the reins tightly, with a chill in his eyes:

"He recruited soldiers, mobilized the army, and planned to cross the Western Wilderness to make big news that would be seen by the whole country."

Mobilize the army.

Big news.

Thales's mood became more and more tense.

"Then, how did my father react?"

But unexpectedly, Dele just shook his head and closed his eyes.

"Nothing," Earl Yibao said calmly:

"The Renaissance Palace never knew about this. At least, before they knew it, Duke Falkenhaus and Count Bozdorf made the decision together with me."

Thales was confused for a moment:

“I don’t know what it is to make a decision.”
To be continued...