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The war on the front line has intensified, but the general mood of the people in Jerkala, not far away, is generally stable. The women are worried about the news of their husbands, and the elderly gather to chat about the direction of the war. Most of the children do not know how However, they still played the game of war, playing their respective father and brother on the battlefield and making great achievements in the battlefield like the heroes in the story to marry the daughter of a king or a certain lord. But no matter what, there was basically no delay in the news from the front line, and the messengers always deliberately exaggerated their achievements, so that the people in the city were still full of confidence in victory. Even if there is a list of the dead and the bodies returned, the number will not spread the sadness, and it will soon be overshadowed by the hasty preparation of supplies for the front line.

Every day, a convoy of horse-drawn carriages departs from the city. They will be loaded with bread, dried meat, and all kinds of vegetables that are produced at the moment. They can even send beer. After that, they will bring back a team of seriously wounded people from the front line to recuperate. Sometimes there are also many corpses of the dead covered in white sheets. Because this is quite a good logistical support and guarantee, only a few reliable messengers and a few horses are needed, and the Royal Army can obtain supplies from the large fertile land and coastal rich villages in Jerkala and southern Rhodok. , don't worry about food and arrows.

In contrast, the logistical situation on the coalition's side can be described as poor. In addition to careful calculation of the large amount of materials initially prepared, they can only rely on the few villages and towns occupied by them, from the area under their control further north. The land was still under the control of that pesky Von Byron. Even though the coalition confirmed that he had not recovered his strength, he still could not seek any benefits from him. Besides, the Peony Corps was still a major force in their mercenary army. As for the lords of the mountains to the west, although some are willing to support them and provide help, their troops are too few, and the materials they provide take a long time to be delivered to the front line, so they can't expect too much. This is also the reason why the coalition forces have been constantly launching attacks without having an advantage. The longer they fight, the harder the battle will be, and the greater the opponent's advantage will be.

"So victory must belong to us!"

At a table in the largest tavern in Jerkara, a thin official, dressed in a beautiful silk coat and woolen lining, and a hat decorated with peacock feathers, is giving a detailed speech to the people in the tavern. Tall, with sunken cheeks and a goatee, with only a slight bulge in his belly, giving him a somewhat comical look considering his elegant attire. Of course, because of his current status, no one dared to say that.

In the tavern, the wounded with bandages listened to the words of the newly appointed city defense officer with a flushed face, and couldn't help shouting. Although they have been to the battlefield, most of them only understand a part of it, such as how strong a wall is and how many enemies it can fight. So when a noble is willing to explain the form to them, they will naturally be very happy.

"Thank you, thank you. You are all Rhodok heroes. We are proud of you. I will pay for all your consumption today. You are welcome. You deserve it." A heavy silver dinar coin fell on the table with a pleasant sound. The boss hurriedly put away the silver coins and bowed to the new city defense officer with a smile on his face:

"Thank you very much, Lord Borgia. Your generosity will be known to all Jerkara, and people will praise you tonight."

"I believe it, old man." Borgia patted the boss on the shoulder and walked out laughing.

"I heard that Lord Borgia is an old fool, it seems that those are just gossip." In a corner of the tavern, the soldiers whispered about their boss.

"Yes, he is much nobler and more generous than I heard. I always thought he was a stingy old goat, and even the grass roots had to be chewed clean."

"Then let's toast him and wish him good health!"

"I wish this adult good health!"

The sound of the collision of wine glasses sounded, and the wounded and the rest of the citizens drank happily. Only a few bakers were concerned. After all, if he was too drunk, the housewives in the city would angrily hit them with rolling pins in the morning. door.

"Wonderful speech, Your Majesty, it is a wise choice for Your Majesty to appoint you."

Accompanying Borgia out was a veteran sergeant, a leader of citizen origin, his deputy. Originally, he had some doubts about this city defense officer with a bad reputation, but in the past few days Borgia has proved to him that even if this little old man is not very good at work, his mouth is enough to fool the whole city. people, let them guarantee stability and no riots, and women who are in grief can be persuaded by him to think about it. In its current form, this ability is clearly useful.

"I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do, Anton." Borgia tugged at his new robe so that the new, expensive, ill-fitting velvet would not get dirty. "I just had good luck, plus I'm a noble, and I'm reassuring Your Majesty. But they're right, I'm not good in many places, including in bed... Well, I drank too much, let's not mention this , but Anton, do you know where my true excellence lies? Borgia asked with a blushing smile.

"Obviously your eloquence, he is so outstanding." Anton replied truthfully.

"No, Anton, my mouth can really convince people, but this is where I'm really good." Borgia pointed to his eyes with two fingers, and the cloudy pupils suddenly shot out as sharp as lightning The light made the sergeant go numb.

"I can see the situation clearly. This is more useful than the sword of a warrior, the plan of a conspirator, and the tongue of a jester. Although those things can give you an advantage, they may not necessarily bring you success, but vision can." At this, Borgia laughed: "I know where things are going, and I know where I should go to make myself live, or even better, all I lack is opportunity. But now, Thanks to my hapless ex, now that the opportunity comes, I must succeed and be with my family."

The sergeant was stunned, he opened his mouth, but didn't say anything for a long time.

"Send me home, Anton, I really drank too much today."

Facing the order, Anton executed it meticulously. He sent Lord Borgia back to his residence and instructed the somewhat faceless country maid: "Master Borgia has drunk a lot, I know his Madam and children are in the country now, so you have to take care of him."

"Oh my God, why did he drink too much again?!" The maid had a headache and complained in a Rhodok dialect: "The kettle was knocked over last time, and the chair was broken last time, what is it this time? "

"Hey, pay attention to your mouth, country girl, don't get angry with your nonsense." Hearing such blatant complaints about his employer, Anton frowned and scolded.

"Sorry, sir, I'll take him back to the bedroom now." The young maid nodded again and again, and then helped Borgia upstairs with great difficulty.

"This servant must have been brought from the countryside." An Dong pouted, and then stopped thinking about the meaning of the city defense officer's words, and ran in the direction of the city wall. He also went to inspect the city defense.

In the mansion, the maid also helped Borgia to the bed, but instead of taking good care of her master, she scolded him in northern dialect that the Rhodoks could not understand. Then he picked up the water bottle with a frown, and splashed it directly on Borgia's face.

"Bah! Bah!"

Borgia was thrown awake by the pot of water, spitting continuously, and his anger almost condensed into a dark cloud above his head in a visible form.

"Why... oh!"

He almost scolded, but when he saw the maid's face clearly, he immediately jumped off the bed, really jumped off, grabbed the quilt and wiped the water stains on his face, very flustered.

"I didn't say anything nonsense!" he asked worriedly. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"That's your problem, not mine. But if you really say something wrong, don't worry, I'll fix it before the problem arises." The maid grabbed the chair and sat down directly, not like a servant at all, And the mouthful of the southern dialect has also changed in a 180-degree turn, becoming the lingua franca of the West often spoken by the Swadian and Rhodok cities and wealthy classes.

"Don't worry, there won't be any problems, I've arranged everything." Borgia wiped his face and looked down at his clothes. Although it hurt a little, he still made a careful guarantee.

"It's better, the time is coming, and if there is trouble, you won't be able to keep your head." The maid snorted and played with the knife next to it very naturally: "However, you have to think about it, you confirm Do you want to stand with us?" The corners of the maid's mouth twitched, revealing a strange smile.

But this time, Borgia seemed confident.

"Of course." He laughed again, his face became ruddy again, and his eyes became sharp again: "I can see the form clearly, and of course I will be on the winning side."