Luring the Tiger Away from its Lair, Hastily Done

After the speech at the north gate of the village, the last knight came to express his goodwill.

However, Sir Willhem was younger than "Sir Davis" and had no son to send him. He hoped to find his brother, who was a bard, and have him become a court musician or court poet in Tervain Village.

Sir Davis, played by Ergons Tervalin, naturally accepted with pleasure.

The conversation between the two had not yet ended when Adamson arrived with a cuirassier whose helmet was adorned with a red flamingo feather.

"Young Master, the Baron's messenger says the Baron's party is still thirty miles from Tewain Village. He wants us to prepare to receive him."

"Got it! Arrange for this knight to rest."

The cuirassier with the flamingo feather was dismissed before he could even speak, and the soldiers who had just been off duty were reassembled.

This time, as Ergons had requested, there were no factions; all the knights assembled in one place. All the warriors and auxiliaries, holding their spears, gathered ten paces behind the knights.

Everyone intended to be in their best state to welcome the Baron's arrival. Some genuinely wished to leave a good impression, while others had their own hidden agendas.

The Baron's entourage arrived with a clamor, but suddenly stopped a mile away. At this point, the knight with the red feather was sent back, accompanied by William Adena.

The Baron did not ride on horseback to advance with the army; he was seated in a carriage. Peeking through the lifted curtain, he saw the grim and silent crowd at the village entrance, and a smile played on his lips.

"The son of Old Nova is not simple. The Holy See has put a lot of effort behind him!"

After receiving permission, the messenger cuirassier rejoined the ranks. William Adena approached the carriage's shaft: "Lord, Young Master Ergons is waiting for you."

The Baron's eyes flickered. William's frankness was a signal; the Baron understood that Nova's son was indicating he knew he was Ergons, not Davis.

He did not covet the inheritance of Tevalinburg, nor did he aspire to it.

"He's an intelligent person. That child has worked hard. Let's enter the village."

The entourage then resumed its journey, approaching the ranks of men who were full of spirit, chests puffed out, awaiting inspection.

"William, your troop training ability is truly remarkable. I'm almost reluctant to have you stay in Tervain Village."

The Baron's reception naturally involved praising these nobles, but in reality, he spoke only platitudes. Only when addressing William Adena did he say a few extra words.

William Adena showed gratitude: "Wherever you need me, Baron, I will be there!"

But in his heart, he thought, "You want me to go back to guarding the gate for you?"

The Baron's gaze did not linger. After offering words of praise and encouragement to everyone, he finally stood before Ergons Tervalin.

"Nephew, you have truly grown through your experiences. You are already the most outstanding of the Tevalin Family's younger generation. I am proud of you."

After a perfunctory exchange, the Baron checked into the field command tent that had been prepared for him. Subsequently, the Baron's chamberlain relayed the Baron's orders.

"The troops have assembled. Along the river, conduct protective patrols of all villages within the territory.

If pirate traces are found, attack proactively. Everyone will depart after resting for one night."

When the order was conveyed to Ergons Tervalin, he was frowning in thought. The heavy cavalryman who delivered the message, seeing his young master's furrowed brow, dared not speak further.

"William, I have a premonition that the Swedish Count's army is gathering near Tervain Village. It looks like they plan to take Tervain Village and then surround Tevalinburg."

This statement shocked everyone in the room.

In reality, it wasn't a premonition; he had received a system alert about a large enemy force being discovered near Tervain Village.

Looking at the map, a force of nearly three to four hundred men was surrounding the outer perimeter of the manor in Temalin Village.

This was a typical act of retaliation!

Previously, the Holy See and the County of Tervain had been researching the use of Tervain Village as a hiding point and Tevalinburg as a base for surrounding operations.

Now, the enemy no longer required your support; they were coming in with brute force.

A rescue was necessary, but it couldn't be just these dozen or so people going back; their impact would be minimal.

To relieve the village, the entire army needed to be brought back.

However, if it involved bringing back all of the Baron's troops, how could he explain it to this assembled group of nobles?

This was the crux of the problem.

He was not prepared to expose all of this yet.

"Young Master, we have to go back! As you said, there are hundreds of them. Can my father and the others hold on? You are a Divine Favor, can't you just take us back quickly?"

"Stop crying! Does the Young Master not intend to go back? We're trying to figure out a solution!"

Adamson's tearful plea was interrupted by William, who also voiced his concern: "People's hearts are the most unpredictable. There are too many of them, and it's hard to tell who is who. If you reveal a divine miracle in front of them, Young Master, there might be big problems."

"There will be problems, indeed, but there should be room for maneuver. William, go and get... no need, he's coming himself."

Before William could understand the Young Master's intention, the Priest walked in: "Am I interrupting? I couldn't find you anywhere. Were you having a pre-battle meeting?"

"I received a message by carrier pigeon. My village has been surrounded by the army of the Swedish Duchy. The few people in my village can only hold on for two days at most.

It's probably too late for a normal reinforcement, and even if we go, our small group might not be of much help."

The Priest was quite confused. A message by carrier pigeon? What did that mean?

He put his arm around Priest Ramses's shoulder, "That's not important. It's just that I've raised a type of bird that can deliver messages. That's not the point."

Ramses, with his shoulder being held, was a bit bewildered. He was a priest; when had he ever been held so intimately like a young girl?

But he was just a frail priest and was truly led away by Ergons, unable to move at all.

Ergons put on a look of earnest persuasion and said kindly, "Do you want to become the Pope? No, rather, I want to give you an opportunity to become the earthly spokesperson for the Holy Light. Do you want it?"

The Priest felt offended. Wasn't the Holy Light the business of the Holy See? Was it something a muscle-bound oaf like him could talk about?

However, Ergons didn't give him a chance to react. Gritting his teeth, he used the command on him.

There were two uses of the Level 2 Permit remaining this month, and one was wasted here.

"Experience the Holy Light!"

Pressing CTRL+X can grant experience to troops, quickly upgrading them to elite troops.

For a Level 4 player like Pastor Ramses Bolton, a single upgrade directly promoted him from Level 4 [Field Priest] to Level 8 [Battle Priest], achieving a qualitative leap.

As the golden light of the upgrade enveloped him, Ramses Bolton suddenly felt a vast amount of knowledge being transmitted into his consciousness. It was an understanding of the Holy Light, and combat experience.

When it was all over, he didn't even want to open his eyes, immersing himself in this enlightenment.

"The Holy Light has not abandoned me!" Pastor Ramses Bolton, who looked completely renewed and whose physique had become much stronger, cried.

Tears streamed down his face, and he was almost breaking down.

When his emotions stabilized, he opened his eyes and looked at Ergons, feeling a bit awkward.

Deep down, he wanted to believe that the person before him was a divine miracle, but his years of study at the Holy See and his own understanding of the Holy Light made him realize that something seemed wrong.

Ergons Tervalin never expected that while ordinary people were easily swayed by him, full-time clergy would be skeptical.

William had already drawn his sword from the side. He seemed to have realized that this person didn't intend to bow down immediately.

That was hasty.

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