In the inner city, a team of knights and soldiers in bright armor were walking through the wide town streets. Above this team, the flag of the Earl of Pompeii on the Holy Spirit Plain was flying in the air, and the golden embroidered thread on the flag was radiant in the sun, gorgeous and grand.

Sir Maryland stood on the walls of the inner city, looking down at the army's line-up, and whispered after a long time: "This is probably the last batch of aid we can count on."

"It's better than nothing," said Viscount Carroll, standing beside Sir Maryland, in a deep voice. "After all, Count Pompeii knows what it means if the fortress is broken."

The team entering the city was not the cavalry brigade sent by the royal family, but the private army of Count Pompeii. The emergence of this army means that the Count finally felt the urgency of the situation from the recent news and made a decision.

The Rock Fortress is located on the edge of the territory of Count Pompeii. Nominally, the land in which the fortress is owned by the Pompeii family, but in fact, this fortress is directly controlled by the royal family, and all the soldiers in the fortress are directly loyal to the king. There is also its own farm, mine, mill, and Count Pompeii has no obligation to support or support the fortress, but it is obvious that the earl knew very well that once the fortress is defeated by the Cecil family, his territory will be in danger.

The news that "the ancestors did not follow the ancestor system" has long been spread through the southern nobles who took refuge in the fortress. Earl Pompeii did not guarantee that Cecil's army would stop after capturing the Rock Fortress, and he could not guarantee that Cecil's army would first plunder the surrounding area to make up for the loss of war. Although at the beginning, he seemed to firmly believe that the Cecils had no choice but to take advantage of the Rock Fortress, so he was quite worried, but with the efforts of Sir Maryland, he finally sent his own army to support the place, and this team was the only reinforcements that Sir Maryland could bring.

"It is entirely unknown how much combat power these master soldiers who are pampered in the Holy Spirit Plain can exert," Sir Maryland sighed, "but as you said, these people can at least manipulate the catapult, or hide behind the wall and fire bows and arrows."

Viscount Carroll hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help asking: "Is there any new news in the south recently?"

"I sent three groups of spies, disguised as merchants and hunters, and only one group came back," said Sir Maryland, with a deep face. "Now it is only certain that the Cecils are sending troops here, but the situation further south cannot be investigated at all..."

"They did not give up..." Viscount Carroll's heart sank, "They will come sooner or later."

Looking at Viscount Carroll, who looked desolate and even looked scared in front of him, Sir Maryland could only sigh helplessly in his heart.

He had great confidence in the fortress he was stationed. Although he heard many terrible stories about Cecil's army from these refugee southern nobles, he still had confidence in his fortress. In his opinion, these southern nobles were so scared that the terrifying impression of the enemy had been infinitely amplified in their hearts. Sir Maryland was a man who had experienced many battlefields. He knew quite well about such scared people, so after filtering out the exaggerated elements of these noble discourses, he was not scared by Cecil's army.

But this does not mean that he will take the threat he is about to face lightly.

The Cecils would not be as "like gods" as the southern nobles described, but they were definitely not a force that could be despised. Faced with the aggressive Cecil army, the Rock Fortress will definitely go through a hard battle. According to Sir Maryland's deduction, the Cecils' "fire explosion" should not be able to break through the magic barrier of the fortress in a short period of time, but the fortress's defenders had no way to repel those Cecils who could launch continuous magic attacks at a long distance.

This battle should turn into a protracted attack, or to the more frustrating statement, the Cecils unilaterally bombed the Rock Fortress for a long time, and the defenders of Rock Fortress would find it difficult to take the initiative.

Sir Maryland was not afraid of the lasting hard battle. What he really worried about was the current isolation and helplessness of the Rock Fortress, which was the deteriorating situation in the country.

As long as this deteriorating situation does not improve in a day, no matter how long the Rock Fortress can last, it will eventually be unable to persist.

He patted Viscount Carol on the shoulder: "Go back, we need to relax and drink two glasses of wine to relieve our nerves."

They left the wall and came to the hall of the fortress castle area.

As soon as he pushed open the door of the hall, Sir Maryland saw Viscount Marioland wearing a loose nightgown standing in the middle of the hall with a glass of wine, chatting with the maid in the hall with drunken eyes. Not far away was Viscount Consco, who was walking around. His face was full of anxiety, and judging from his face, he probably drank a lot.

"Oh! Jazz! And my friend Viscount Carroll," Mariolan saw the person pushing the door in, and immediately raised his glass and said loudly, "Salute to you you really deserve to try this."

"Olan, you're drinking too much," Carroll frowned slightly, looking at the man who has been increasingly misbehaving in recent days, with a somewhat helpless tone, "And why are you wearing a nightgown in the hall?"

"This is inside the castle, you can wear nightgown anywhere in the castle..." Mariolan laughed, "Don't worry, I'm very awake..."

Viscount Consco walked over and walked around Marioland, who was already a little confused. His eyes were filled with sorrow and his congestion caused by excessive drinking for many days: "Just, there are southern ones..."

Sir Maryland waved his hand without waiting for the other party to finish saying it: "There is no good news."

Viscount Carroll looked in disappointment at the two friends in front of him, one was unrestrained and the other was depressed and depressed. The calmness and dignity of the nobles had almost disappeared from them.

Not only these two friends, but almost all the other nobles who fled from the south to the fortress were not much better.

These viscounts and barons gathered in banquet halls, or leaped into bars and brothels in the city, squandering their own money, consuming worthless energy, eating and drinking, and drinking, and almost no sign of hope.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look for someone in the hall. Soon, Viscount Roppeni Glen, a slightly thin figure, appeared in his sight.

The viscount just sat quietly in a corner, whispering something with one of her knights. Although there was also a faint anxiety on her face, her calm appearance was completely different from others.

For many days, this situation also fell into the eyes of Sir Maryland. The high-level knight looked at the situation of other nobles in the hall and couldn't help but shake his head and muttered in a low voice: "It's better than a widow..."

Viscount Carroll next to him heard the jazz's muttering, but he didn't hear it clearly, but he was about to ask when he saw the door of the hall being pushed open again.

A knight in armor hurried into the hall, and the sound of steel boots and the impact of the ground echoed in the hall. People nearby calmed down and looked at the knight who suddenly ran in with a shocked and suspicious look.

"General! General!" the Knight shouted loudly and ran to Sir Maryland. "There are a small group of escapees outside the city who claimed to be from the Glen area!"

Gurang area?

The southern nobles in the hall immediately subconsciously looked at Viscount Roppennie Glenn sitting in the corner, and in their sight, the Viscount also raised his head and looked at the Knight standing in front of Sir Maryland with a shocked look.

Sir Maryland took this scene in his eyes, then turned to look at the Knight who reported the news: "Where are they?"

"In the barracks below the exterior wall," replied the Knight, "we did not let them into the city and there was a team of soldiers watching."

Sir Maryland nodded slightly: This was necessary caution.

The Cecils obviously had blocked the southern region. At least in the buffer zone between the Rock Fortress and the southern border, there were already blockade lines arranged by the Cecils everywhere. The experienced spies sent from the fortress could not break through this blockade. At this time, those who could still escape from the southern region... are very suspicious no matter how they look at it.

"Take them to the main hall," Sir Maryland made a decision quickly, and looked back at the southern nobles who had gradually gathered in the hall. "Ladies and gentlemen, I invite everyone to go, maybe we can finally get clear news from the South."

Soon, Sir Maryland and the Southern nobles came to the main hall of the Castle District, and shortly after they entered the hall and sat on the platform, a small group of soldiers walked in with a few ragged and scarred people.

The men obviously experienced a hardship. Their clothes were torn, dirty and covered in bruises. Their embarrassing posture made the southern nobles at the scene remember what they looked like not long ago. Sir Maryland also sighed secretly, and then asked, "Who are you? Did you bring them from Glen?"

Most of the ragged men looked nervous and nervous, only one of them stood in the center to keep calm. It was a tall middle-aged man. He seemed to have not heard Sir Maryland's words and turned his head, as if he was looking for someone in the hall. Finally, his eyes fell on Viscount Roppennie Glen. The middle-aged man immediately bowed to the Viscount to the end, with a sob in his voice: "Miss, I finally see you!"

Penny Ronald also recognized the person in front of her. She stood up from her seat, in an incredible tone: "This is my butler!"

"Madam, are you sure?" Sir Maryland glanced at the ragged and dirty middle-aged man with some doubt. "He is really your housekeeper?"

"Of course I can be sure," Roppeni Glen responded immediately, and she glanced at everyone on the scene, "I didn't take a sip of wine!"

"Well, I get it," Sir Maryland nodded and looked at the middle-aged man standing under the steps, "Mr. Butler, have you brought news from the South?!"
Chapter completed!