"This is Lota, the daughter of a certain count."

"When I went out for a trip, I accidentally encountered an accident and got lost. I met Mr. Enley. They both happened to want to go back to Pandragorn, so they got together."

As soon as Falke finished speaking, Ilsa pinched the two corners of her skirt and gave a noble salute to everyone:

"Hello everyone, I'm Lota. I'll trouble you in the next day."

"Mr. Enley, Miss Lotta, next I will briefly introduce my friends to you... Well, Mr. Enley? What's wrong with you?"

Halfway through Falke's words, he noticed Enley standing beside him, and his body suddenly began to shake.

"I'm fine..." Enley said weakly, "I just... because my tense nerves suddenly loosened, so I suddenly felt very... tired... tired..."

Before he could finish his words, Enli felt his vision dimming.

The light in sight dissipated at an extremely fast speed.

Enley gradually couldn't hear the shouts of Falke and Ilsa.

Finally, as the light in sight completely disappeared, Enli completely fainted...

...

...

Allen feels in a bad mood now.

Since the mutiny was officially launched last night, various accidents have caused Alan, who has never been very swearing, to squirt out all the dirty words in Britannian and Frank.

First, he failed to kill Enli.

Then Enli rescued Ilsa again.

Then Jacob successfully fled.

Finally, an accident happened - the only female knight under his command was cut to death by someone.

After learning that he had another knight under his command, Allen was furious.

Originally, after last night's mutiny, his subordinates were already very small.

After last night's massacre, there were only four knights under Allen who were willing to follow him and submit to the Frank Empire with him.

After the mutiny, including Allen himself, there were only 5 knights in the entire army.

Five knights manage more than 100,000 troops - how difficult it will be to command and manage it, you can imagine how difficult it will be.

The knights under his command, as senior officers, were originally rare, but now one more person is missing.

How can this not make Alan feel angry? How can he not feel furious?

After learning that the female knight named Lucy died of a slit throat, Allen immediately organized people to investigate the murderer and saw who killed Lucy.

However, Allen's search was destined to be just a needle in a haystack.

A large camp of more than 100,000 troops - such a vast place, how easy is to find someone?

Moreover, the murderer may have escaped from the camp now.

The camp was so chaotic last night that it was not difficult to escape from the camp while taking advantage of this chaos.

However, even if the murderer was to look for a needle in a haystack, Allen had to bite the bullet and search for it.

After all, if his subordinates were assassinated and he had not made any moves, it would make the remaining subordinates feel disappointed.

From last night to now, Allen has hardly stopped to rest, and all kinds of things are waiting for Allen to deal with.

Allen's sleep last night was less than an hour.

Before dawn, Allen stayed in his camp and handled various affairs in the army.

At this moment, a man opened the curtain of the big tent and entered the tent.

Allen raised his eyes and looked.

After seeing who the visitor was, Allen said in a plain tone:

"It's Eber, it seems that you slept well last night."

At this time, Eber had no expression on his face.

No longer had my face smelly like I did last night, my face was as bad as I had eaten a feces.

After hearing Allen's words, Eber said lightly:

"Yeah, I'm sleeping well."

"Thanks to this pretty good sleep quality, I figured it out."

"The success rate of sending cavalry to pursue the emperors of Enli and Britannia Empire is too low."

"Did you know this thing that you knew last night only this morning?" Allen mocked Ebel with euphemistic words.

Eber ignored Allen's little ridicule and continued:

"Even if so many cavalry teams were sent, the probability of successfully recovering Enley and the Emperor of Britannia was extremely low."

"So—we cannot hope to recover the emperor of the Britannian Empire."

Speaking of this, a meaningful smile appeared on Eber's face.

"However, although the possibility of capturing the Britannian Emperor alive is very low, we can still take advantage of the Britannian Emperor emperor."

Listening to Ebel's words and looking at the meaningful smile on Ebel's face, Allen couldn't help frowning:

"use?"

"That's right." Eber nodded, and then asked Alan, "Alan, when will you be able to rectify the entire army and rush the troops westward to attack Pandragong?"

Alan thought for a while:

"The day after tomorrow. When it comes to the day after tomorrow, I will be able to rectify the entire army, and then lead the Uriel Knights and the Iron Armored Reichs to attack Pandragorn."

"Okay! Allen, give me 3 fast horses and I'll go out now."

"Let's go? Where are you going?"

“Go to Pandragon.”

"Pandragon?"

"Allen, have you forgotten my identity? I am a spy with the reputation of "the No. 1 spy in the Frank Empire."

"Spying intelligence, sabotage, and spreading rumors is my expertise."

"Allen, think about it."

The meaningful look on Eber's face became a little more intense.

"At this time, if rumors spread in the city of Pandragorn that 'Alan launched a mutiny, His Majesty Ilsa is dead', what kind of shock will it cause to the center of the Britannian Empire?"

As soon as Ebel finished speaking, Allen's pupils shrank slightly in shock.

"Although it cannot cause substantial damage to the central central of the Britannian Empire, it should also greatly affect their people's hearts."

"Since we cannot capture the emperor of the Britannian Empire alive, we must also try our best to make use of the emperor of the Britannian Empire!"

"'Emperor Ilsa is dead' - this rumor must cooperate with your army to advance westward to burst out with powerful destructive power."

"After learning that you really led the Uriel Knights and the Iron Armored Reichs to turn the troops and head straight towards Pandragorn. Those who did not believe this rumor should also believe it."

"..." Allen was silent.

After a long silence, he nodded:

"……I see."

"You go to the stable."

As Allen said, he pulled out a piece of paper and wrote something on it.

After writing a few words on this piece of paper, Alan handed the piece of paper to Eber.

"When you arrive at the stable, you show the paper to the person who sees the stable, and he will let you pick up horses in it."

"You just pick the 3 best fast horses."

Ebel took the piece of paper handed over by Allen.

"Thank you, Allen. Then--Let's see you at Pandragon."
Chapter completed!