Chapter 138 There is something wrong with this system! The Cavendish family has a loving father and a filial son!

The fog grew thicker on the quiet street.

The beating of drums and trumpets was getting closer.

Some brave people hid in the windows and looked outside curiously. In the thick fog, the undead creatures walked slowly through the streets with untidy but imposing steps.

From skeleton soldiers with only skeletons, to zombies covered with rotten corpse parts and mummies wrapped in bandages.

Tens of thousands of undead creatures walked through the streets.

Behind these low-level undead creatures, there are all kinds of higher-level undead creatures with strange shapes and that are terrifying just by looking at them.

The appearance of those undead creatures alone is enough to make people feel what "fear" is.

It took several hours for the undead to make their way across the town's empty roads.

Until the mysterious Ringwraith Knight joined the team, and the loud dragon roar in the sky gradually faded away, the army that made the earth tremble disappeared from people's sight.

"This...what happened?"

"Isn't the Lord going on an expedition?"

"The nearest city is Berwick."

"Bewick? That's one of the big cities in the Dukedom of Alfred. Is the Lord really going to attack Berwick?"

"..."

Inside the tavern, the mercenaries and guests who came here were whispering to each other. The horror brought by the undead army they just saw shocked them so much that they quickly took a sip of wine to calm down.

Although the merchants and mercenaries here do not understand military affairs, they are very familiar with the northern region and can guess that the lord sent such a magnificent army not to attack some small city.

"Do you think Beric can defend it?"

"Defense, how to defend? Haven't you all seen the Lord's Undead Army? Who can be a match for such a magnificent army?

Even a 7th-ring warrior like the commander of the Royal Guards could be scared away by the Lord. I think it's time for Susetani to have a new master."

"What's wrong with changing masters? If the Lord can make the whole of Susetani almost tax-free like Zomlit, that would be a good thing."

"Hahaha!"

Everyone in the tavern was discussing excitedly.

They dare not tell such things to others, for fear that the local lord might arrest them on charges of "treason".

Those lords don't really want to kill you when they capture you, they just want you to pay money to avoid punishment.

But it doesn’t matter in Zomlit. You can say whatever you want and curse whatever you want, and no one will care.

Of course, this doesn't mean that there is freedom of speech in this town, but as long as you don't say bad things about the lord, everything else is fine.

"Hey, it would be great if Lord Deya could take down Berwick."

The bar owner Matan listened to the conversation of the guests in the room and shook his head.

Bill looked at him in confusion.

Matan explained slowly, “Lord Deya does not collect transaction taxes, but this undermines the interests of other nobles.

Without large-scale trade, how can those noble lords live a life of luxury?

Berwick, as the largest city in the Dukedom of Frederick, is located on the main road to Zomlit.

The Duke can simply issue a decree to stop many people from coming to Zomlit to do business.

But as long as Lord Deya takes Beric, there will be no more obstacles ahead, and Zomlit will only become more and more lively."

Matan began to think whether he should expand the tavern. It was a bit difficult to expand to the side, but he could build it upwards.

However, if he wanted to expand the pub, he would not be able to operate for a period of time. Thinking of losing such a large income, he felt sad and reluctant.

Bill understood what Matan meant when he heard this.

He also prayed silently in his heart, hoping that the lord here would win.

Because Bill suddenly thought that if he wanted to transport the goods here, he might have to pass through Berwick, which would be a very troublesome thing.

"Boom-thump-"

Bill was startled by the sudden dull sound of a bell in Zomlit.

What's going on?
It's not his fault that he was so startled, but this town where undead creatures are always active is really too scary.

"It's time to pray. Every evening at six o'clock, believers pray to the goddess.

You just need to sit here quietly, guest. Zomlit does not require people to believe in the Dark Moon Goddess unless you plan to live here permanently. "

Matan ignored Bill and solemnly straightened his clothes, drew the holy emblem of the Dark Moon Goddess, knelt on the ground and began to pray devoutly.

Bill then noticed that some people in the tavern also began to pray, while some were not believers of the Dark Moon Goddess.

However, even these non-believers would do nothing at this time and wait quietly for the believers to finish praying.

Bill was also stiff and didn't dare to move.

It was his first time here and he didn't quite understand the rules here. The best way was to listen more, watch more, and do less.

Three minutes later, the bell died down and Matan stood up from the ground.

He looked at Bill, who didn't dare to move, and said with a smile: "Guest, are you really not going to buy a house in Zomlite?
Believe me, Zomlit will become more and more prosperous in the future. It will become a huge city. It will be much cheaper to buy a house now, especially in the core area.

When the city really develops in the future, you won’t be able to buy it even if you want to.

Becoming a resident of Zomlit is also very simple. There are not so many mandatory requirements, and you don’t need to pay various taxes. As long as you believe in the Dark Moon Goddess, we are brothers. "

Bill looked at the boss in front of him who started talking nonstop about his sales pitch.

He even suspected that the boss's true identity was not a real estate salesman, or of course he could be a missionary of the church, the kind that rewards people for joining the church?

But Bill was indeed somewhat moved.

With his vision as a businessman, this city has a promising future.

……

At the border ruled by Archduke Ferdinand, the parliamentary army and the royalist army were confronting each other.

In the tent, Gavin Cavendish, the eldest son of the Cavendish family, was reading the battle report. Gavin's fiancée, Bridget, the sturdy eldest daughter of the Austin family, was accompanying him.

"Archduke Ferdinand has begun to increase his troops, and His Majesty the King has also sent an army to support us, in order to put pressure on us."

Gavin shook his head: "...No wonder Archduke Ferdinand had been shrinking his defenses and looked cowardly and incompetent. It turns out they were waiting for this moment."

Bridget, the barbarian, also said solemnly at this time: "They are waiting for England to send troops!"

"Yes, they are waiting for England to send troops. It is very likely that our King has reached some agreement with England."

"In order to deal with us nobles, the king actually joined forces with the enemy country?"

"Hey, who the hell knows? I didn't expect that His Majesty the King would commit treason first." Gavin cursed.

He doesn't like the complicated things in politics. He is just a pure general who only thinks about how to destroy the enemy on the battlefield.

The main reason is that he doesn't have the mind or ability to engage in political struggles with others.

"Gavin, what should we do now? England has already sent a large army to the border. Earl Cavendish said there is no pressure, but how could there be no pressure?

My father has already sent troops to support Cavendish Territory. Rex Garcia, the leader of the English army, must not be underestimated."

As a barbarian, Bridget doesn't like to use her brain. She sits in a chair and asks Gavin.

"Oh, dear, I am so grateful for the help of Earl Austin. If our Cavendish family were to face the entire England directly, even if we had the advantage of location, it would be difficult to resist."

Bridget slapped Gavin on the head and cursed, "Still calling you Earl Austin?"

"It's my father-in-law!"

Gavin quickly stood at attention.

"That's more like it. Okay, dear, we are a family now. It's only natural for my father to help our father. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Bridget stroked Gavin's head gently.

Gavin shook his head quickly: "No, no, my brother once said to me in a letter, beating is love and scolding is love, dear, you love me too much."

Bridget frowned: "Speaking of Deya, did you write to him and ask him to send troops?"

"Yes, Bree, you know that we have an army of 300,000 soldiers. It seems that we have unified command, but in fact everyone has his own ideas. Even I sometimes don't want to follow orders."

Gavin sighed: "...His Majesty the King has sent more troops to support Archduke Ferdinand. If Duke Alfred also sends troops to support us, our pressure will be even greater.

We didn't expect the king to sell out his country and sign an agreement with those bastards from England. I can only ask Germany to send troops to prevent Duke Alfred from acting rashly."

The parliamentary faction is composed entirely of small and medium-sized nobles. Each noble's territory is not large, so it is naturally impossible for them to send too many troops.

The three border earls, led by Cavendish, Austin and Laurent, sent a total of 150,000 troops, and the rest were sent by other small and medium-sized nobles.

This noble sent out 5,000 troops, and that noble sent out 2,000 troops, and then they joined forces to start the Eastern Expedition.

Naturally, it would be strange if this kind of military system could have any cohesion, as everyone has his own thoughts and they simply cannot work together.

The same is true for Gavin.

Although he has been promoted to the sixth ring, he is still too young and inexperienced, and he only leads 50,000 elite soldiers of the Cavendish family.

The real commander of this united army is an old knight of the seventh ring from the Laurent family.

Even though the Cavendish family and the Laurent family have a good relationship, when the old knight gave the order, Gavin had to think about whether the order was detrimental to his family and whether the Cavendish family was to be used as cannon fodder.

On the other hand, although the king was also in an alliance and there were bound to be various constraints within, at least the number of people was relatively small. It was just that the two dukes and the king were blaming each other.

Compared with the mess on the parliamentary side, the king's side actually looked more orderly.

At this time, even though Gavin didn't understand politics, he had understood it.

There is something really wrong with Susaytani’s system!

Not to mention the distant Narpo Empire, even in England, where politics and religion are combined, orders are strictly enforced and all dioceses obey the orders of the patriarch. At least they will not hinder each other on major issues.

"I thought you were jealous of your brother. You never asked for help before."

Bridget is carefree and although her words may not sound nice, they are very straightforward.

Most people may not be able to stand her personality. Being too straightforward can make people feel uncomfortable sometimes.

But Gavin doesn't care about that, he is also a straightforward person.

Hearing his fiancée's words, he was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Jealous? As an elder brother, I am so happy to see that my younger brother is more capable than me.

I didn’t go to him before because I was afraid of causing trouble for him.”

"trouble?"

Bridget was puzzled.

Gavin said seriously, "Yes, it's troublesome, very big trouble. Bree, what do you think of the undead army controlled by Deya?"

Bridget waved her hands excitedly and said, "Strong, very strong. If you give me that legion and give me the speed of replenishment of the undead, I think I can conquer the entire Susaitani!"

"That's right, he is just too strong, so strong that it makes people jealous and hostile to him. Susaytani... No, people on the entire mainland island don't want such a person to exist.

The reason I didn't ask Deya for help before was because he told me that he needed time to develop. That's why I pursued Archduke Ferdinand's territory so relentlessly, just to lure the king and his troops here.

If I don't work so hard, and let the king and his men unite, and don't give Deya time to develop, it may very well put him in danger."

Gavin's words made Bridget suddenly realize.

No wonder Gavin and the soldiers led by Cavendish fought so hard before, successively conquering a large area of ​​Archduke Ferdinand's territory, even regardless of the losses.

At first she thought Gavin wanted to use this move to boost the morale of the parliamentary army.

Now it seems that it is true that it boosted morale, but Gavin's main purpose was to help his brother attract firepower and to draw over the hundreds of thousands of troops from the king's side, preventing them from having the opportunity to attack Deya.

"My dear, I find that I like you more and more!"

Bridget grabbed Gavin's neck and almost suffocated him.

Bridget's personality made her hate all kinds of conspiracies and she hated the people in her family who were scheming against each other even more.

Now that she saw the loving father and filial son of the Cavendish family, she felt relieved.

Gavin took a long time to pry Bridget's thick arms apart.

He took two breaths and said, "Now, Deya told me that he is almost ready, so I can ask him for help."

Gavin didn't say anything else.

Since there is something wrong with Susaytani’s system, then the system should be changed.

As long as they have Deya's undead army, they might be able to go further after overthrowing the king.

These were the plans that Deya had told him in his letters.

Thinking of Deya's letter, Gavin said seriously: "What we need to be careful about now is the inside of the coalition."

"You mean, someone in the coalition might betray you?"

"They might be more afraid of Deya than the king."

Seeing that the Cavendish family controls such an undead army, those parliamentary nobles will definitely have other ideas!

……

Alfred Territory, Berwick City——

An army of one hundred thousand undead is surrounding the city!

(End of this chapter)