Taking a deep breath, Baron Bishop stepped out of the carriage. The guard stood outside the carriage and greeted him with a slight urging--His lord convened a meeting in person and waited for him.

This winter was particularly gloomy and desolate, and the whole northern region was not easy to live. The guards leading the way were still wearing the old uniforms of last year, and the exterior walls of the city lord's mansion were not repainted, and even the servants in the mansion were cut off by one third.

In the past years, the patriarchs of the Buqi family would give all civil servants in the city a new uniform. The nobles didn't care about a piece of clothing, but many civil servants at the bottom really needed it.

In addition, hire some refugees to maintain the city, pave roads, repair sewers, etc. The wages are low at this time and it doesn't cost much money. It is considered to be labor-for-relief to avoid public security. Otherwise, the hungry refugees can do anything.

As for the layoff of servants, this is unprecedented. It often means the decline of a family - the patriarch certainly won't say that, and the butler only announces that these damn servants are not working hard.

Bishop is not very clear about the specific situation in the city. The annual salary of the nobles this year is normal, and many nobles in the Banshee Castle made a lot of money by doing business.

But the war that returned to the ground half a year ago was too expensive and the family paid a heavy price.

Bishop later estimated that after the battle of more than 3,000 troops outside for more than half a month, half of the city's material inventory was cleared. The pension afterwards was also very fatal.

War is so expensive.

The guards of the City Lord's Mansion led Bishop to the inner house of the mansion, and the housekeeper came out to greet him. When the two sides met, Bishop asked in a low voice, "Who are there in the meeting?"

"Broken Bridge City, Horn Fort, Minaret City, Night Owl City..." The housekeeper revealed a series of city names. "The envoys from seven cities have arrived, and three cities have sent people to send messages to join."

Bishop looked gloomy, "Is this the situation going on this year?"

"It's bad." The housekeeper whispered, shook his head, unwilling to talk more.

Half a year ago, Bishop led his team to evacuate from Danfog Town without receiving any orders. To put it nicely, he said, "Save the main force." But if it's bad, he was driven back.

Friedman Buche was furious at the defeated retreat and fined Bishop a large amount of money. But afterwards, the city lord returned the money privately to Bishop, and encouraged him to continue to work hard and serve the family.

As the most powerful front-line commander of Banshee Castle, Bishop was so grateful that he was so sad that his original dissatisfaction disappeared. Looking back at the other selfish nobles, he felt full of hatred.

Now the market is in a downturn and the family is in trouble. However, many middle and low-level nobles hide in their homes and continue to seek pleasure and live a luxurious life.

Bishop was very clear that many nobles did not speak on the surface, but complained about the city lord in private. They held salons every day, hid and planned how to break through various bans, and had no idea of ​​loyalty.

Walking into the living room where the party was being held, more than a dozen people were already sitting at the table. Friedman Buchegao sat on his head and introduced Bishop to the guests present.

In addition to the envoys from all cities in the north, Bishop actually saw Viscount Tarak of Grey Eagle Fortress of the Principality of Os. This handsome and tall southern nobleman looked very close to everyone.

"Bishop, let's talk about the situation in Cold Wind City." Friedman pointed to the map hanging across the living room. "We can no longer tolerate the situation continuing to deteriorate."

Compared with the map drawn by Hanfeng City, the map scale used by Banshee Castle is smaller, and the roads and towns are also crude, so you can only see the general main roads. The signs are even more abstract.

Bishop pondered in front of the map for a long time and gave his own judgment first. "I'm glad to see you all unite with the Buche family at this moment. But I want to say that we may be one step late."

Pointing to the Hanfeng City above the north of the map, he continued: "According to information for the past six months, Victor Hugo has been expanding its military strength and trying his best to attract high-level combat power from the North.

The heavy infantry in Hanfeng City is likely to exceed one thousand. The light cavalry has reached three hundred. There are one hundred wizards above level five. Hugo's own strength has also been promoted to level ten, which should be the result of his collusion with the lower realm.

This kind of strength is already quite terrifying, more destructive than half a year ago.

We once again blocked the trade with Hanfeng City and hoped to complete our own war mobilization in the spring three months later. But half a year ago, the monster from the Black Forest took the initiative to fight us, and he would not stay in Hanfeng City obediently now.

I must warn you that war is likely to break out early within one month. Hugo is mobilizing faster than us and has stronger mobility. He is likely to gather local superior forces to attack a city of us in a short period of time."

Bishop's words paused for a moment. Everyone here first talked left and right, and quickly turned their eyes to the special envoy of Broken Bridge City. Half a year ago, Victor Hugo picked soft persimmons and pinched them cleanly and neatly defeated the Halton family in Broken Bridge City.

The special envoy of Broken Bridge City turned pale and asked in surprise: "What should we do?"

"I don't know what to do?" Bishop shook his head.

"Unless the North can speed up the mobilization and gather a powerful force to make a threatening situation, you can only watch Hugo take action first. One of our families may not be able to withstand it."

The envoy of Broken Bridge City quickly looked at the other envoys attending the meeting and called out loudly: "Everyone knows what Victor Hugo has done in the past six months. He is to be an enemy of all the nobles.

Everyone, the future of the North is in our hands. Our Broken Bridge City will undoubtedly be attacked first, and saving us is equivalent to saving everyone. If Broken Bridge City is finished, you will be the next one. I am here to appeal..."

The envoys of various families gathered together because they saw the threat from Victor Hugo. But judging from the current situation, it is impossible for more than a dozen cities in the north to complete the mobilization before early spring.

Even if it only mobilizes high-level combat power, it takes time and requires adjustment and cooperation.

Friedman Buqi had already made up his mind that he would never go to fight unless he gathered enough troops. At this time, if Hanfeng City took the initiative to attack Broken Bridge City, the Buqi family would give strong verbal support, but they would just keep their troops in motion.

Sure enough, the envoys gathered in the living room stood up one after another, expressing their willingness to assist Broken Bridge City in resisting powerful enemies, and comforted Broken Bridge City's envoys not to be afraid. Baron Bishop said the worst situation, maybe not that miserable.

Friedman Buche made a solemn statement that his attack on Broken Bridge City would challenge the entire Northland and would inevitably be strongly condemned and retaliated by all the nobles.

But the more comforting sounds, the whiter the face of the Broken Bridge City Special Envoy became and his head was covered in cold sweat.

Bishop himself stood in front of the map, looking at the special envoy of Broken Bridge City who was pitiful by everyone, and looking at the poor man who thanked all parties for their support but hoped that all families would implement the support, and felt sad.
Chapter completed!