He shouted loudly.
All the officers nearby were startled and imdiately sprang into action.
In the end, only this officer was left, heavily sitting in his seat, looking as if he had collapsed.
To complete such a route planning indicates that their entire military deploynt in this area of the Cohen Kingdom was clearly seen by the enemy.
That ans they definitely have insiders, and quite a few of them.
It’s important to know that the Cohen Kingdom, with such a large territory, has been divided into different factions since its occupation nearly a year ago.
The occupied area itself has so chaos.
Even he himself could not entirely control his own troops’ deploynt.
Because in this area, there are troops from different departnts of the Blood Race Royal Court, each carrying out their respective tasks.
There are even so private armies of nobles, interspersed here trying to gain so benefits.
After all, this has beco an occupied area, and the enemy has long been completely eliminated.
But even in such a situation, the enemy has completely grasped their information.
Evading the teams belonging to different departnts and factions.
How is this different from the Blood Race Royal Court completely siding with the enemy?
Thinking about it in detail makes one break out in a cold sweat, even if he had beco part of the Blood Race, the feeling persists.
"Night Watcher, Fourth Prince... what on earth is going on?"
He was thinking wildly in his mind.
But couldn’t co up with a correct answer.
After all, before this, he was just an officer of the closed Kingdom of Safro, and now it was the limit of what he could think.
...
Rubek.
The courier from the front line quickly arrived in the city.
A castle in the city.
The City Lord and officials were gathered here.
At this mont, in a reception room.
The Saintess sat on a chair, and across the table sat a gentle-looking young man.
He had light gray hair and a gentle face.
However, his expression was sowhat helpless.
"Even I cannot issue commands to these nobles, you should understand.
Even my father, the King, is held back by the parliant, isn’t he? The Holy Light Church, which holds a seat in the parliant, should be very clear about this, right?"
Upon hearing these words from the Third Prince.
The Saintess could only nod slightly.
The developnt of this country’s system has divided the current national power into nobles and the King.
However, she fixed her gaze on the Prince and said, "Then you should know, the current situation of the Cohen Kingdom is very bad. Rubek is even worse; even if it falls to cultists tomorrow, I wouldn’t be surprised at all."
The Prince slightly frowned: "Is the problem that serious already?"
"You have to understand, there are refugees gathered inside and outside the city more than ten tis the original population of this city!
Most of them are still hungry, even without cultists stirring trouble, I wouldn’t be surprised if the city burns in their anger." The Saintess raised her voice a bit, speaking with so agitation.
The Prince frowned, a bit puzzled: "But my father and the parliant have already signed so orders; there should have long been a substantial amount of grain and material transported..."
Suddenly he thought of sothing, and silently sighed.
Then he slamd the table with his fist, showing so anger: "Those damned swine."
He realized that it’s a miracle if half of those supplies even reached here.
At this point, the country is about to fall.
These damned fools still can’t curb their greed.
This ti the Saintess didn’t speak, silently drinking a sip of tea from her cup.
She wasn’t surprised at all.
"How do you want to cooperate with you?" the Prince asked.
The Saintess didn’t speak. She was thinking about what way could sowhat pacify the residents of this city.
At this mont, a knock on the door sounded.
A knight entered.
"Your Holiness, the Saintess, a ssenger from the front line has arrived."
Hearing that it was a ssenger from the front line, both the Saintess and the Prince imdiately sat up straight.
"What news?"
"There is a team that the front line commander cannot identify, requesting your assistance."
"A team? You want to identify them?" the Saintess frowned.
The knight nodded: "They claim to be the Night Watchers."
"The Night Watchers!" the Saintess was sowhat surprised.
This was sothing she never imagined.
After all, she couldn’t even know if the Night Watchers had safely returned.
Thinking of this, she quickly stood up and smiled apologetically at the Prince: "It seems the communication will have to end temporarily."
The Prince also stood up: "You don’t mind if I accompany you? I have so intelligence on the Night Watchers here and am sowhat curious about them."
The Saintess pondered for a mont and did not refuse.
Leading the team, they quickly left for outside the city.
At this ti, Kana and the others were chatting casually with the commanders on the front line.
"So, the current dostic situation isn’t good?"
The commander sighed and nodded: "How could it be good? Half of the territory is occupied by these monsters.
The surrounding countries are unwilling to support us, even though their ports are being frequently attacked. Alas, would our downfall benefit them?"
"It seems your weapons are also a bit scarce." Lurik said.
Seeing it was a Dwarf, and a Gray Mountain Dwarf at that, the commander did not hide it and nodded.
"The road with Gray Mountain has been cut off, there’s no weapon supply at all.
Trying to obtain weapons from other countries can only be done at high prices, plus expensive transportation fees.
There’s no guarantee that they won’t be intercepted by the Blood Race’s sea forces. In such circumstances, how can there be any sophisticated weapons?"
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