"This matter is yours to handle. You may mobilize any forces in Qixing Territory." Velin did not ask for the reason and instead trusted Kyle unconditionally.
If he had asked Kyle, Kyle would have told him everything without holding back in the slightest, but Velin did not do so.
Starting in July, news of unrest gradually began to arrive from various places again.
Around Qixing Territory, all was peaceful, with no Dwarf "bandits" in sight.
On July 15, Velin received a letter requesting aid from Ridge Territory.
"Cousin has been picked as an easy target."
In less than half a month, Ridge Territory had suffered three attacks by Dwarf "bandits." The first two had cost them part of their population, with five villages burned down and six hundred serfs and commoners killed by the Dwarves. This time, even Ridge Town and the castle were threatened.
"Hilda, invite Kyle over."
"Yes, Master."
Hilda, who had been reinstated, was perfectly proper in her manners. It seemed she had learned much during those fifteen days of sweeping duty.
Velin watched her for a moment before withdrawing his gaze.
"When Cousin received my letter asking for help, he brought more than half the forces from his territory to support me. Now it is time for me to repay him."
This time, Velin intended to lead the Third Camp to support Ridge Territory.
Qixing Territory and Ridge Territory were two hundred kilometers apart in a straight line, but the actual route was roughly four hundred kilometers. At an accelerated marching pace, they could arrive in sixteen hours.
The higher the minimum strength of the soldiers in an army, the more dramatically its marching speed improved.
If everyone were Bronze-grade, this mere four-hundred-kilometer journey could be shortened to ten hours.
Elsewhere, after receiving the news, Kyle