"Because they are just ordinary people, they don't know how to express their admiration for Master Lynn, they can only work hard within their own abilities."

Red, who had always been by the side of Master Lynn, naturally didn't know the inner thoughts of these townsmen.

But as the steward of the entire town, she was well aware of it.

Because the vast majority of minor matters were handled by her.

Red did not speak, which was a tacit agreement to Kuisi's words.

...

Compared to the laughter and cheer at the bonfire banquet in Lynn Territory.

On the other side.

In a field of wild grass.

A team of ten riders and thirty to forty people were slowly moving.

The leather armor on their bodies was tattered and stained with blood, their hair disheveled, and their faces full of desolation.

Each step forward seemed to exhaust all their strength.

Godfrey, riding on his horse, slightly pulled the reins in his hand, and looked back at the rear.

He couldn't help but sigh.

Over three thousand soldiers of the Ducas Clan Sword and Shield Corps set off from the Marquisate in Morgan Town, traversing mountains and valleys, infiltrating the Duchy of the Red Dragon.

In just one or two days, only less than a hundred were left!

The Sword and Shield Corps soldiers did not die in a charge against the enemy.

Yet, they will forever remain in the Duchy of the Red Dragon as rebel infiltrators under Duke Cangyu.

Even their names will be forgotten!

Moreover.

After experiencing this, even if they survived, they could never forget it for the rest of their lives.

Taking a deep breath of the scent of trampled grass, he nudged the belly of the horse, coming to the front of the team.

He approached the young man wearing high-quality leather armor, riding a pure-blood warhorse, and Godfrey spoke.

"Master, in another day we will reach the Marquisate."

The young man, Lawrence, also had a face full of desolation.

He turned his head to glance at Godfrey and replied, "I know."

Godfrey continued, "The scouts at the back have been returning reports, showing that we have clearly escaped the pursuit of the Red Dragon Riders."

"Master, the soldiers are extremely exhausted after days of retreat; they need a short rest."

"To avoid detection, I suggest we cross the border first, head to Morgan Town, and then from Fisherman's Wharf in Kakasong City, take a longboat back to Bordeaux City…"

Lawrence did not speak, but rather pondered Godfrey's suggestion.

Half a minute later.

Lawrence spoke up, "Alright, let's do as you said."

Godfrey responded, "Yes, Master."

Godfrey tugged at the reins in his hands, allowing the horse under him to leave Lawrence's side, and turned around.

He shouted to the soldiers around him, "Everyone, lift your spirits!"

"The Commander has given orders; we will cross the border overnight, return to the Marquisate, and then you can rest."

With the words falling.

Sparse replies followed one after another.

"Yes."

"Yes~ Thank you, Commander."

"..."

Listening to these replies, Godfrey sighed inwardly without choice.

At this moment.

Captain Danke rode up beside Godfrey.

He glanced at Lawrence's figure moving farther ahead and asked, "Sir, did the Comman... did the Commander agree?"

Godfrey nodded, "This is the best route back, the Commander would certainly agree."

Danke's face relaxed, watching as soldiers walked past them one after another.

Danke sighed, "We are about to return to the Marquisate."

"But it's a pity for the three thousand Sword and Shield Corps soldiers who died…"

"Their families still naively think they just went to the Southern Border Land to fight bandits."

Godfrey did not respond to Danke's words, he said, "Captain Danke, just do your own duty!"

"Observing the big picture, making decisions, and considering casualties is the responsibility of the big figures!"

Danke's face tightened, and he quickly replied, "Yes, Sir Godfrey."

...

On the other side.

Frank Manor Castle.

In a spacious master bedroom on the second floor.

Several bodies stood silently in front of the double-door wooden doors.

They did not speak, just waited silently.

Krueger, leaning against the wall, had an expression of complete boredom.

His greedy gaze roamed over the curvaceous figure opposite.

Dense shoulders were bare, and her delicate skin glistened under the light.

A tight low-cut long dress outlined a proud curve.

Voluptuous breasts almost spilled out, the hem barely covering her rounded hips…

Looking at Janet, Krueger's mind was filled with fantasies.

Time ticked by bit by bit.

After an hour.

The double wooden doors opened from inside, and an elderly man in a gray-white robe stepped out.

Janet immediately stepped forward to inquire of the elder.

"Dr. Schulz, how is my grandfather?"

Schultz looked at Janet, then at Joao, Krueger, and Philis who gathered around.

He spoke hesitantly, "Miss Janet, young masters..."

"Master Jonas is elderly and his body is already frail."

"Plus this time he was overly angered, causing inner emotional turmoil..."

"Perhaps, he will find it very difficult to walk again."

Joao and Philis showed no change in expression.

On Krueger's face, there was an obvious gleeful malice.

Janet's brows furrowed, and she quickly inquired, "Dr. Schulz, so my grandfather..."

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