Adair suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"Martyr Veselov..."

Adair's lips trembled with tension and excitement. He asked Marshal Veselov carefully:

"Are you all said true?"

"Of course it's true."

Marshal Veselov said with a smile.

"I had already contacted Duke Chishuval in person not long ago."

"The Duke of Chishuval is willing to return your wife, and is willing to pay you a generous amount of compensation to apologize, and is willing to publicly apologize to you."

After confirming that he had heard it correctly, Adair could no longer control his body trembling.

This is a tremor caused by excitement.

When I came to my senses, my eyes were filled with tears.

"That's great..." Adal murmured.

Adair only feels now--it's great, it's really great.

After so long, someone is finally willing to uphold justice for him.

After his wife was taken away by Duke Zishuval, Adal lived in despair every day.

As a first-class military officer, he had a status in the army that was not high or low, and he had no way to fight against Duke Qixiuval.

After his wife was taken away, Adal had nothing to ask for, but hoped that his wife would return safely.

Adair thought carefully about how to take his wife back from Duke Zishuval.

Adair has thought of many ways. Among all the ways, in addition to those extremely extreme methods, there are only two ways that may be effective.

One is to ask for help from the big names in the country.

One is to work hard to climb to a high position in the army and become a big shot by yourself.

The first method can be said to be delusional, because Adal didn't know any big names in any country and could not seek help from big names.

The only possible way is to do it is the second one.

But if the second method is to be used, how long does it take for him to climb to the high position in the army?

If you want to fight against a great nobleman of the level of Duke Qixiuval, you must be promoted to marshal after all.

How long does it take him to become a marshal?

Since the founding of the Holy Hillan Empire, anyone who can become a marshal in the end is a group of old men with most of their hair white.

The youngest marshal in the history of the Holy Hillan Empire was already 49 years old when he was awarded the title of marshal.

Adair knew his abilities, but he didn't have that great ability to break the current record.

In other words, even if Adale started working hard from now on, by the time he was finally lucky enough to get the title of marshal, he might have been an old man whose teeth were almost gone.

By then, his wife had no idea how many children had given birth to that Duke Qishuval.

Maybe when I finally get the title of marshal, my wife will die of old age.

Therefore, from the time required, this second method is also not feasible.

Either way was not feasible, so Adal fell into despair.

However, at this moment, the light of hope finally bathed in Adal.

The gratitude to Marshal Veselov was beyond words. All Adel could do was just kneeling on the ground with tears in his eyes, thanking Marshal Veselov one after another.

"Thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you..."

"alright."

Marshal Veselov reached out to help Adel with helpless expression.

"Get up quickly, Acheson."

However, Adele seemed to be nailed to the ground. Marshal Veselov spent a lot of effort to help Adele up from the ground.

"Work hard, Acheson first."

Marshal Veselov patted Adele on both shoulders intimately.

“As I just said.”

“I have a good look into your past.”

"After investigating your past achievements, I found that you are a talent with great potential and worthy of training."

"The reason I promised you that the Southwest Front would not discriminate again, and that I helped you get your wife back, so that I would not want people like you to be ruined by these things that could have been avoided."

"So--work hard!"

"As long as you are willing to work hard, I will train you well and reuse yours!"

Looking at Marshal Veselov's sincere eyes, Adele felt a strange feeling surge in his heart.

Adair feels warm now.

A warm feeling surged in his heart made Adale feel warm.

"yes!"

Adair replied loudly with a sob.

"I will do my duty and will never let down the Marshal's expectations!"

...

...

Late at night that day.

There is a small wood in the western suburbs of Chupol Fortress.

Although the area of ​​this forest is not large, it is surprisingly gloomy.

Because this forest is really gloomy, and there are few people going to the west of Chupole Fortress, this forest is a place that is rarely visited. In a year, less than a hundred people may visit this forest.

However, this forest where no one should have gone, someone quietly approached.

The person who quietly approached the woods was an ordinary young man.

This young man with an ordinary appearance was one of the many scouts sent by the Britannian Empire to the Chupole Fortress.

And this young man with an ordinary appearance happened to be the elite among scouts.

This ordinary-looking face is the young man's biggest weapon.

Because of the face that makes people forget after seeing it, this young man is best at mingling among the crowd to find out information and is best at tracing it.

When approaching this woods, the young man did not forget to keep observing behind him and whether he was being tracked down.

After confirming that he was not tracked, the young man entered the dark woods.

As soon as he entered this dark woods, a female voice without any emotion sounded from his left front:

"Merlin?"

As soon as the female voice fell, the young man replied in a calm tone:

“Arthur Pandragon.”

This is the secret code between the scouts.

The scouts responsible for spying on the intelligence of the Chubol Fortress set up their base camp in this rarely visited woods.

Everyone must have a code before entering this woods.

The codes are "Merlin" and "Arthur Pandragon".

Merlin is a loyal assistant and friend of the "Knight King" Arthur Pandragon.

According to historical records, Merlin is a magician and prophet, with powerful mana and prophetic abilities.

However, because there are too few records about Merlin in history books, and few people have seen magic, many historians questioned Merlin's identity, believing that Merlin was not a magician or a prophet, but just an ordinary waiter next to Arthur, the "Knight King".
Chapter completed!