"Oh Charles, demon of Kongdai, crony of the devil, Lucifer's own dog...

... When the devil takes a dump, you eat what your army can't finish. You fine-looking bastard, we're not afraid of your army, screw you...

... You piece of construction from Huaqiu City, you've whored yourself out in Changge City, romanced goats in Branded City, and there's not a single boar in the lands between the two rivers you haven't slept with!

... You're just a minstrel, Charles, you're a nerve in my loins. Screw your mother! You cursed spawn!"

When Monte Yac finished chanting this long paragraph in a Falan-style tone, the entire hall fell silent.

Several attendants stood by the door, maintaining a stern expression, but judging from their flushed faces, it had taken quite an effort.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you talk about this damn Salvation Army, hahahaha." Monte Yac's voice rang out timely, "Why does it always hahaha leak secrets..."

"What are you doing?" Belard pounded the table, stood up, and pointed at Monte Yac's nose, questioning.

"What did I do?" Monte Yac shrugged innocently, smiling, "I didn't do anything, I'm very serious here, aren't we discussing haha matters relating to the Salvation Army?"

"You've been laughing all along, you never stopped!" Blood-red color quickly spread over Belard's face.

"I just remembered something happy, is that not allowed?"

"You!" Belard tried to speak, but Bo Ao Lie suddenly stepped forward and slapped him hard.

Feeling a sudden burning pain on his cheek, when Belard reacted, all he saw was the black oak table leg.

Bo Ao Lie slowly withdrew his hand: "Fool, listen to the surrounding sounds, still want to argue?"

Sitting on the cold stone ground, Belard looked around in confusion.

Initially, the other attendants and maids managed to hold back, but after his quarrel, they began to cover their mouths with aprons or bury their mouths in their shoulder hollows, giggling.

Belard suddenly realized and hung his head in shame.

Looking at the letter in Monte Yac's hand, Bo Ao Lie felt helpless, like Horn, he had no idea what Prince Kongdai intended.

Maybe it's because Prince Kongdai rose through the ranks of the Border Knight Order; he only needed to fight vampires.

But the Empire's nobles had many things to consider, and over the years, Prince Kongdai had not adapted, still retaining the straightforward style of the Knight Order.

"I'm sorry, Sir Bo Ao Lie."

"Apologize to Mr. Monte Yac, always show proper etiquette."

"I extend my sincerest apologies to you, Mr. Monte Yac," Belard said through gritted teeth.

"Alright, alright, good nephew." Monte Yac said cheerfully.

Seeing Belard's face almost dripping with blood, Bo Ao Lie snapped his fingers: "Belard, take four squads with fifty knights to patrol the wilderness and search for traces of those cursed short-haired ones."

After Belard left City Hall, Bo Ao Lie regained control of the situation.

"This is just a trick by the Salvation Army to provoke us. If we really get angry and attack Gray Furnace Town, we'll fall right into their trap."

Bo Ao Lie instantly saw the true intentions, this was deliberately done to provoke them.

Prince Kongdai left Bo Ao Lie at Joan of Arc Castle for a reason; there are many capable fighters in the decree ranks, but few capable of strategic planning.

Bo Ao Lie, while not having the strength of a Titled Knight, was one of the few rational knights among the decree ranks.

Algang glanced at Monte Yac and spoke to Bo Ao Lie: "Sir Bo Ao Lie, do you mean we should first let the Salvation Army stay out there?

I'm not urging you to battle; I just need a definite answer to make preparations."

Bo Ao Lie fell into silence, answering only after a long time: "It's best to make full preparations because the short-haired ones are easy to deal with, but Horn, with the witch by his side, is hard to kill."

"Alright, I understand." Algang nodded, "We will speed up the recruitment and training of the city militia."

Leaving City Hall, he returned to his quarters, and sitting at the desk, Bo Ao Lie followed his old habit and began reading the military book from the Ancient Aier Era.

But the books he once enjoyed reading, now he couldn't even finish a page from morning to night.

Helplessly putting down the book, Bo Ao Lie had to admit he was feeling somewhat restless.

The principle of noble loyalty is unassailable in the Empire; as Prince Kongdai was humiliated and he didn't go to battle, the pressure to bear was immense.

Bo Ao Lie made his military judgment, bearing the risk of "social death."

If he ultimately failed to defeat the Salvation Army, his treatment in noble society would be similar to the former Duke Dane.

Bo Ao Lie chose not to go to battle, not because he feared the Salvation Army's stinky peasants, but because he dreaded that Demon Horn, whose ability to manipulate hearts rivaled Pope Joan!

If he slipped away and reached Black Snake Bay, who knows what havoc he might cause.

After drinking two cups of wine and sleeping the night, Bo Ao Lie's mind finally calmed down slightly when he rose in the morning.

He lit incense and sat at the desk, trying to read the military book again.

This time, even before he could turn two pages, he heard urgent footsteps outside the door.

"Uncle! Uncle!"

The voice arrived before the person did, and Bo Ao Lie sighed in frustration. He placed a bookmark in the book, turned around, and saw Belard stride through the doorway.

"What's wrong?"

"I discovered large Salvation Army troops outside the city."

"What are you saying?" Bo Ao Lie's breath became heavy, "How could they possibly come to Joan of Arc Castle?"

Belard said urgently: "It's true, while patrolling last night, I found them; it seems they want to raid at night, so I drove them away..."

"Fool!" Bo Ao Lie jumped up from his chair, "You should have come back to report to me first, and you let them go?"

"But we aren't ready yet?"

"There are times, do you understand what 'timing' means?"

Belard quickly defended, "After they discovered us, we confronted each other, and in the morning, they turned away."

"Do you know where they went?"

"I sent light cavalry to track and harass them along the way; they can't move fast."

Bo Ao Lie's mind calmed a bit.

He initially thought the Salvation Army would fortify a city and wait for rescue; sending only a few companies into battle revealed this.

Unexpectedly, they dared to launch a full tenacious attack, attempting a night raid; Joan of Arc Castle was Bo Ao Lie's home ground.

Not engaging in simpler defenses, choosing to play field battles instead... Are they tired of living? Wanting to commit suicide? Or have their supplies run out?

He couldn't help questioning what Horn intended.

Yet, recalling the ludicrous intel he had collected earlier, anything could happen.

The only thing worth being cautious of was that Demon Horn.

As the news spread, more and more people flocked to the decree camps.

Even the disheveled Algang arrived; he stood at the door, staring at Bo Ao Lie.

Under the gaze of everyone, Bo Ao Lie hesitated again, but this time he didn't hesitate for long.

Plot or not, with strong enough power, any scheme is a farce; at most, not catching Horn.

Now, the short-haired ones exposed their flaw; missing the opportunity would be a shame.

"Summon the decree commanders as well as the Ibe Knights and Temple Knights, to battle!"

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