"God-Bestowed Count, according to the latest reports, the Black Asia Orc vanguard has already engaged the allied forces in small-scale clashes. It is expected that the Black Asia Orcs will launch a full-scale attack on the Kingdom of Belfas early next year."
Velin accepted the document and then asked, "How do you plan to organize these subordinates of mine?"
"Your subordinates will serve as your guard and accompany you to the Provincial Capital of Yason Province in the Holy Third Dawn Kingdom," the cardinal replied.
At this, Velin waved in a guard and had him notify the troops to pack their luggage. He then asked, "Sir, does every Legion Marshal receive the same treatment?"
"Yes, God-Bestowed Count," the cardinal answered without concealing anything. "According to regulations, a Legion Marshal may select one hundred people as guards, while an Army Commander may select thirty."
Velin slightly bowed in thanks. "Thank you for clarifying. Please inform Archbishop Saint Albo Tasman that I will report to the Human Allied Forces Command Department as soon as possible."
"God-Bestowed Count, I will personally convey your words to the archbishop." The cardinal lowered his head in salute before leaving the tent.
Watching him depart, Velin rubbed his chin, seemingly understanding why the document had instructed him to bring one hundred soldiers.
"Velin, how long do you think this war will last?" Xuemiyya came up behind him, wrapped her arms around his neck, rested her head on his shoulder, and asked curiously.
After thinking for a moment, Velin replied, "Based on my years of experience, this war will last at least ten years."
"Then we left too few books for Climea," Xuemiyya said softly.
Upon hearing that, Velin rolled his eyes and suggested, "We definitely left too few. I suggest doubling it. If she can't finish them,