More than two months have passed since the Sacrifice of the Chosen One, and the Arcane Council has not traced the origin of Griffith's qualifications for being selected at all. The Senate has not even asked in detail which God's Hand he is.
This situation is caused not only by Salorian's influence, but also because knowing too much about the secrets involving the gods is not a good thing.
Griffith flipped through the documents on his desk. He received letters from all walks of life, made appointments for interviews, or exchanged views on the situation. People of high status from different walks of life sent him congratulations on becoming the Hand of God.
Or be very generous in providing the information you have.
The problem that had long plagued Griffith suddenly changed from insufficient intelligence to too much to deal with. This left him in urgent need of a group of secretaries and staff to help.
One of the most important letters is an encrypted communication from Roland. The legendary warrior invited him to Qiming County to participate in the National Assembly that will be held at Roland’s base camp and will be attended by representatives of a wide range of citizens. Needless to say, this is a rebellion meeting
.
After the failure of the tripartite consultation meeting of senators, wizards, and citizen representatives at the beginning of the year, street fighting immediately broke out in the streets of Bijaland. After a series of events such as the return of the Dark Lord, the fall of King Aurelius, and the withdrawal of the regicide from the capital, street fighting broke out.
It also subsided.
Griffith was attending the Festival of the Chosen at the time and did not witness the chaos with his own eyes. However, everyone knew that the war that broke out in a hurry and ended hastily was just the beginning, and the citizens who had not achieved their goals could not escape the newly introduced laws.
The taxation bill will inevitably come back with greater determination and strength.
They have people, money, materials, Roland who has been planning for a long time, and the support of the unfathomable hermit.
After Griffith read the letter, he lit it on the candlestick. As a knight of the Senate and the nobility, participating in such an illegal assembly cannot be brought to the table and must be done secretly.
Tina, who was stranded in Bayerland, also sent a letter, reporting the information about the "Hermit" that Griffith was most concerned about.
According to citizens
"The Lord of Darkness is back and resurrected.
"He is omnipresent and omniscient, and powerful and loyal believers follow his orders to beat up the nobles and their lackeys. Blind and foolish people cannot see Him, and only the wise and brave can follow His shadow."
What the hell is this...
Griffith has read dozens of letters, and there are various descriptions of this dark lord. Some people say that he has white hair and white robes, and holds a holy fire in his hand. Some people say that he is bald and noseless, wrapped in black clouds and lightning, and with a single
The magic wand waved forbidden spells, and some said that He had brilliant armor and held a glorious holy sword, or that His true body was actually a dragon, breathing flames from its mouth.
These messy eyewitness testimonies insist that they have seen the true face of the Dark Lord. They say everything except that the Supreme Lord actually has no clothes.
Tina was quite honest. She admitted that no matter how hard she tried, she never saw the face of the Supreme Being. Whenever she heard that the Supreme Being appeared in a certain place, she hurried there, but when she got there, the Supreme Being appeared again.
Another location.
Therefore, the Hermit's true abilities and appearance were unknown to Griffith. The only certainty was that, according to official military intelligence reports, the Dark Lord's psychic energy traveled to Verona and was hidden there.
There seems to be a problem... Griffith tapped the table for a while. Soon, he gave up his guess and shouted to the door:
"Please come in."
Desai immediately opened the door and saluted the captain. His sister Saya, whom he had not seen for a long time, stood aside, as if she had just done a strenuous exercise, waving to his brother.
"Desai comes first, Saya also comes in, now sit on the sofa."
Desai looked cautious, nodded stiffly to the chief's sister, and then quickly walked into the reception room.
He is Griffith's eyes and ears left in the Storm Squadron, responsible for recording the squadron's daily training and operations, and reporting on the frontline battle situation.
This work was originally assigned to Desaix and Gilles de Es. However, for some reason, the young man from the Ess family assassinated the king and injured Count Larmore. After that, he escaped without a trace.
disappeared.
"Tell me about the situation in Verona, Level 2 Captain," Griffith tapped the map and said, "I have received many victory reports. Beyeland's army is invincible, but why is the battle line heading east?
Retreat to the rear?"
"The battle lines don't lie, commander," Desai straightened his chest and said, "Last year, Count Chalon's army was still preparing to attack Sofia (an important town in the west of Verona) and pacify the entire territory of Verona. Now, the army has
After returning to Haskovo (the transportation hub in central Verona), by the end of this year, they will definitely be able to successfully enter the Old Town (the Beyeland territory in the easternmost part of Verona)."
According to Desai's report, Beyelan's regular army and the Allied forces were helpless against the elusive rebel forces. The vast land of Verona was like a desert absorbing water, constantly swallowing up the well-organized military formations and abundant supplies; as the difficulties increased day by day,
The discipline of Bijalan's army is getting worse and worse, and many places, from field troops to city defense troops, have begun to disintegrate.
If this trend continues, it won't be long before the situation in Verona will collapse. This is a result that the Senate and the Arcane Council cannot accept.
"I judge that it won't be long before Homemon Watts will organize another spring camping trip in Verona," Griffith said. "As long as the most energetic young nobles are sent there, under the supervision of Shutoral,
Launch an attack. The Senate will definitely think so."
"You mean..." Desai had a bad idea.
"The Senate will definitely reorganize the offensive. They have no choice," Griffith said. "If the Legion cannot launch an attack, then let the Senate's own people do it for them."
"But the legion, the legion's strength is insufficient..."
"Yes, the Legion has suffered heavy losses in Verona. The battle situation is too unfavorable for the Senate, so more troops must be gathered." Griffith smiled, and then began to think.
Saya sat quietly on the sofa drinking juice and listening to the two people talking. Seeing her brother lost in thought, she stuck out her tongue at Desai and stared.
Desai stood straight on the spot, not daring to look around. The report did not avoid Saya. It was indeed against the rules for ordinary people to participate in military intelligence meetings, but the situation was obvious. The Ravenel Knight wanted the daughter of the Brandon lower knight family to become Ravenel.
A member of the Er family. She is destined to follow the hand of God into the social world and marry a young man with a bright future, binding Lar Nair to a powerful ally.
But I have to control my eyes, and I can’t see what I shouldn’t see anymore. Oh, by the way, what kind of ability prevents me from ever going up the stairs, otherwise it won’t be... Desai resisted the urge to cover his face, slightly
Shaked his head.
Griffith was completely unaware.
Beyeland has 24 regular legions. They are field armies that respond to crises around the world. They are responsible for combat missions around the world with the support of headquarters, auxiliary legions, bases, logistics and city defense troops. Among these 24 legions, Odessa
Ten legions will be deployed on the front lines and fortresses of Sebasto against the Orcs, three on the eastern front at Atana, three on the southern province of Emon, one on the southern border, and three on the Baieran demesne and the general reserve. That’s it.
One and a half of the ten legions were annihilated by the orcs last autumn and were in urgent need of reconstruction. Only four legions were left that could be deployed to Verona.
Each legion consists of 4,000-5,000 well-trained soldiers, led by officers and extraordinary people, equipped with iron armor, artillery, cavalry, various weapons and sealed objects. If they cannot cope with the war situation, the new legion will be astonishing
Expenses. Beyeland's already struggling finances will inevitably become even worse.
Verona is Bijerland's sore. If the Senate's reorganization offensive is thwarted and another army is wiped out, the barely maintained balance will collapse.
The Senate knows this, the elves know it, Commodus knows it, the Dark Lord knows it, and all the Hands of the Gods know it. The ownership of the miracles is not yet decided, the battle between the gods is not yet decided, the node that determines the balance, the battle between the gods
The first one must take place in Verona.
Griffith's decision has been made.
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"Did the entrance exam go well?"
After the meeting, Griffith took Saya and left the campus. Since freshmen taking exams could not live in the dormitory, Saya had to stay at Griffith's home in Baltimore town at night. They could change clothes there.
Take a break and attend a dance on campus to welcome new students in the evening.
Today is the day of the entrance exam, and the results have not been released yet. However, just like the outcome of a battlefield has been decided before the war, the admission qualifications of many freshmen can be decided today.
"It's not bad. If you add Professor Salorian's recommendation letter, there will definitely be no problem."
If you can get a letter of recommendation from a demigod, what's the problem... Griffith holds the already written letter of recommendation in his arms, preparing to submit it to Master Salorian for signature in the evening.
They walked side by side on the street.
"How long has it been since we last met?"
"Four years! You haven't been back home since you went to the Eastern Front."
That's right... Griffith could talk endlessly in the meeting, but he didn't know where to start now. He clearly missed his family so much, and he had so much to say, but he didn't know where to start.
They arrived at the hut on Huayue Street in silence.
"It's quite good!" Saya looked carefully at the elegant courtyard, the carefully selected curtains and carpets, and touched the beautiful porcelain on the table. She nodded with satisfaction, "Brother, you can do it!"
"Don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously," Griffith quickly became humble, "I usually don't take good care of myself, it's all..."
"So I praise you! As expected of you!" Saya spun around in the living room like a dance, and touched the bay window facing the street. Suddenly, she discovered something, turned around, pushed her brother, and pushed him into the bathroom.
: "You wash up first, and then leave the bathroom to me. I want to soak for a while and attend the dance beautifully!"
Regardless of whether her brother was willing or not, Saya threw the bathrobe and towel in and closed the bathroom door. Then she quickly came to the door of the living room, combed her hair, touched up her makeup in front of the mirror, took a breath, drank a glass of water, and rubbed
He rubbed his face to cheer up and stared at the door.
After a while, she took out a small booklet from her handbag and read the dense index notes:
"You can't be mistaken~ She has rose-style blond hair, energetic blue eyes, good figure, tall and lithe, and is a super beautiful beauty. Well, she is undoubtedly Countess Larmore!
"Only in love and war, you can do whatever it takes! Brother, don't worry!"
"Dong dong dong!"
While Saya was talking, there was a knock on the door.
There was no class today. Sonia had made an appointment to go shopping with Fiona. When she was shopping for a new pair of shoes, she heard Murat passing by and Rana who was helping to carry things whisper something like "Griffith, new girl, short skirt."
,Wow!"
The countess suddenly remembered that she would attend a ball with her knight tonight, so she apologized and left. From a distance, she saw Griffith returning home side by side with a girl with a beautiful back.
When Sonia came to her senses, she was already standing at the door of the hut and knocked on the door three times.
Ah, what have I done! Why am I here? Griffith brought other girls home. This kind of thing has nothing to do with me. No, it has a lot to do with it!
The Countess' mind was in confusion, and she wanted to turn around and leave on the spot. At this lightning moment, the door was opened, and the charming girl welcomed her with a sweet smile:
"Welcome, Sister Sonia! Please come in quickly!"
Hey, who are you? Why do you know me? Why do you call me by my first name when you meet me for the first time? Why is it your sister? We are not a family... Sonia was confused and subconsciously walked into the familiar living room:
"Who are you?"
"I am Saya Blanton, Griffith's sister!" the charming girl said, "My brother always talks about you to me!"
Hey! Sister! Griffith’s sister!
Really, really! Does Griffith always talk about me to his sister? It is not allowed to talk about outsiders in intimate private conversations between family members... Well, wait a minute, they don't treat me as an outsider, Saya
If you still call me sister, doesn't it mean that...it's okay? This is really okay!
Sonia was simply elated: "Where is Griffith?"
"He is here," Saya nodded and pointed to the bathroom, "he is taking a bath~"
The sound of rushing water could be vaguely heard, and Sonia's face suddenly turned red.
Saya stood on tiptoes, leaned close to Sonia, almost biting her tempting earlobe, and whispered: