"Master Olivia, can you please trouble you to set up a spell that isolates the sound here?" Hilo said in a hurry. She first sought Olivia's opinion.

Olivia nodded, and she waved the staff made by Sam's tree trunk in her hand. The blue gem at the top of the staff emitted a faint light. A layer of transparent light wrapped around everyone.

"A new pattern of our Crusader is about to emerge."

Shilo glanced at everyone around him and saw that they were all looking at him, Shilo continued, "As the Grand Prosecutor of the Southern Theater Command, I may know more than you. The Grand Lord Moglani is the only one who can make the Grand Lord Harvey obey, and he is dead now."

"You have seen it just now. Lord Harvey is not satisfied with the orders of screening the dead at our headquarters. He even said something..." Because it was involved in sensitive places, Shilo closed his mouth in time and filtered out those words.

"Anyway, what I want to express is that there is no restraint of the Great Lord Moglani. No one knows what kind of reaction our Great Lord Harvey will make. Our Great Lord mainly abolished the Great Commander Dassauhan and the Attorney General Ethan Leon's "Instructions" are undoubtedly an act of disobeying military orders."

"Without the buffering of the Great Lord Moglani, I think this contradiction will eventually ignite the connection between us and the headquarters." Perhaps because of these things that should not have been said, Hilo let go. She first stared at Hudson's face for a while, and then focused her eyes on Bridget, who had been looking at the direction of the town hall.

"Strictly speaking, we all belong to the private army under the Great Lord Harvey, but we have the name of a crusade. Everything about us, food, clothing, and housing, is given by the private property of the Great Lord Harvey," Shilo swept the expressions of everyone around them. They did not object to their own statements. Hudson seemed to have not heard his words, and he was lowering his head to tidy up the battle robe on his chest.

"Under the leadership of the Grand Lord Harvey, we built the Silver Pine Forest, developed it, and gave birth to a new big city like our feet, Iva!"

"Under the leadership of the Great Lord Harvey, we cultivate farmland, dig minerals, and defend my frontiers. We export logistics to the entire Crusaders, we give them food, their arms and arms, and we give them everything they want!"

"But now, all this may change." Shilo turned to look in the direction of the town hall. "The Instructions that Lord Harvey insisted on canceling are our Crusader Headquarters that will inevitably persist. I am the Crusader's Grand Attorney, and I know very well what the prosecutors will react to this matter. Similarly, I also know the attitude of the Grand Commander Dassauhan and Attorney General Ethan Leon to this matter."

"We! and them!" Hilo pointed to the direction of the northern Fireplace Valley and said with a decisive tone, "There will definitely be a conflict!"

"So, make your choice." Shilo's face showed a smile, "If you don't want to step into this dispute, then leave the Southern Theater Command."

Unlike others, Bridget didn't want to listen to these teams, and in fact she didn't need to stand on anyone's team. She appeared here to become Locke's deputy, completely for Locke.

What's more, her father, General Abidis, would definitely stand on the side of the Crusaders.

And she was also very disgusted at this critical moment, and someone said such words.

The Crusaders were in a terrible crisis, and everyone with a conscience should find ways to reunite Lordaeron's glory, rather than taking a walk among senior officials in the Southern Theater Command.

But this person is also the ideological guide of this area, the Grand Prosecutor!!

This really made her feel a little unacceptable.

Shouldn’t serving the Holy Light be free of distractions? Is it said that benefits are more important than the holy light and your lifelong faith?

Shouldn’t believers as holy light be pure?

Bridget has seen a lot of things about standing in the team since she was a child, but she is still very disgusted. Even though they are standing in the team of their own men.

With his own concept of holy light, after taking a look at Hilo in disgust, Bridget turned around and walked out of the entire soundproof cover.

After leaving the soundproof cover, Bridget found that the sound of destruction in the city hall had disappeared. With the idea of ​​caring for Locke, Bridget slowly walked in.

All the tables, chairs and benches in the city hall were violently destroyed. They were smashed one by one on the thick walls on the east side of the city hall, turning into piles of firewood sticks scattered on the ground.

Bridget shifted her eyes, and she saw Locke squatting on the steps next to the head of the town hall.

The blood on his right hand was still flowing downward, flowing on his hair and armor.

Looking at Locke curled there, Bridget felt inexplicably painful. He was like a child who had lost his loved one, licking his wounds alone.

Who would have thought that who would have seen this is a performance of a great lord who can influence Lordaeron's future direction?

Suppressing the thoughts in her heart, Bridget quickly walked to Locke's side. She half-kneeled on the ground and took out a curly bandage from her body.

She struggled to move Locke's right hand down. When she saw that Locke's bloody right hand could already see the bones on her palm, her tears still flowed down.

"Are you so stupid?!"

Without caring about her tears, she put the bandage in her arms, and the golden holy light on her left hand pointed the wound on Locke's hand.

Although the bloody and flesh on the wound quickly raised and healed under the action of the holy light, a large scar still appeared on the once rough palm.

Bridget sucked his nose, trying not to let his tears flow down, and wrapped the wool bandages in his hand layer by layer on Locke's hand.

In the process, Locke was at her mercy, and he seemed to have lost his soul.

When the bandage was tied, Bridget also sat next to Locke, and she tried to pull Locke into her arms. However, what she didn't expect was that the latter was stubbornly sitting there without moving.

Bridget wiped her tears drying, and she sniffed at Locke.

"Do you know? Bridget." Locke looked at the messy town hall with a very decadent expression on his face. "I had the opportunity to change all this, change what was going to happen or was about to happen. But I didn't do that. I made power fascinated my eyes, and my fear of the unknown made me give up doing that."

"I thought this would not happen so quickly, so quickly. I always wanted to arrange everything to face him and expose him again. However, fate repeatedly made fun of me, keeping the things I wanted to fight for from me."

Locke turned his head and looked at Bridget, who found that there was no trace of blood on Locke's face, as if he was suffering from a serious illness.

Are you not awake? You are all starting to talk nonsense?

"No, you're not wrong!"

Nervously, Bridget used all his strength to pull Locke closer to his arms. She kept Locke's hair and kissed his forehead. She sucked her nose and comforted Locke with a strong nasal sound. "You have done a good job. You liberated half of the Silver Pine Forest and rescued many civilians, who lived safely under your protection."
Chapter completed!