Foreign Aid, Organization

"So, distant alliances and close attacks" is a piece of wisdom passed down from ancient times. Another saying that describes this situation is, "Without strong external aid, internal disaster will arise."

Here in Tervain Village, under the rule of Gaudy City, everything seemed to be going smoothly. Relying on both the Holy See and the Baron, he was living the good life. But in reality, neither of them was dependable.

He's still too young, and this is his first time transmigrating, so he lacks experience!

Although his own background couldn't be traced by the Baron and the Holy See, they couldn't figure out where the changes in his foundation came from.

However, both sides had noticed his abnormality and had guessed its nature with about eighty to ninety percent accuracy.

Even though their surface-level relationship could still be maintained for now, it was due to mutual apprehension and desire.

But this superficial relationship wouldn't last much longer, because assassins had already started appearing, hadn't they?

Therefore, he needed an external strong ally. Even a bit of leaked information could make his background appear more mysterious and unfathomable.

This would make his originally transparent identity even more bizarre.

Actually, Ergons had anticipated that the Baron and the Holy See would be suspicious of his identity. Especially the Baron, who was currently the only outsider aware that he could change his appearance.

The only other person was the Chancellor.

However, the Chancellor and the Baron could be considered one faction.

He thought that if the Baron's mind wandered a bit, he would eventually wonder if she wasn't Ergons Tervalin at all.

And since he could sculpt the face of Sir Dai Weisi Tervalin, could he also sculpt others to replace them, like the Baron himself?

Therefore, to be prepared for any potential disaster, he needed a catalyst. These four young girls were that catalyst.

He had been too careless when he first transmigrated. Now that he might gain the Divine Wings, the opportunity for his abilities had been thoroughly investigated. It was time to create an organization for himself.

"You girls need to think carefully. Wait a moment, I'll find someone to take you home."

Ergons turned and left. But as soon as he used the tent to block their view, he changed into a gleaming silver Plate Armor from his inventory.

He randomly generated a face in the Face Sculpting interface, resulting in the appearance of an ordinary-looking Caucasian man with orange hair, around thirty-four or thirty-five years old.

Pushing aside the tent flap and re-entering, the four girls saw a completely different person!

Ergons quickly made up a name and introduced himself: "You can call me Sir Evoy. Sir doesn't have the time to escort you back personally. I will guide you on this journey."

Seeing that everything seemed to be falling into place, the four girls felt a mix of emotions, on the verge of tears.

General Ergons Evoy quickly seized the moment and asked, "Are you ready to join my team and travel with me?"

The four girls covered their mouths to stifle their sobs, tears streaming down their faces. Hearing the question, they nodded frantically.

"Very well, let's go!"

Under the moonlight, which was as difficult to capture as it was to round, the tent billowed with golden light stirred by a gentle breeze. The figures inside vanished, leaving only an empty void.

South Newman Province, Erdonseck City, the Viscount's main keep, by the bedside.

The Viscount, with a troubled expression, was seething with anger over his recent defeat. Suddenly, the wind rose from nowhere, and a flash of golden light streaked before his eyes.

When the golden light dissipated, five figures had appeared out of thin air in the room.

Viscount Sebastian René Predal felt his perception being challenged.

He had indeed been defeated in South Newman Province a few days ago, and had been feeling dejected and even somewhat despondent.

But that didn't mean he could accept that his sanity might be compromised.

And the four crying girls before him seemed a bit familiar?

They were the children of his sisters-in-law...

"You... you are..."

Normally, the Viscount, who was unquestioned within his domain, was momentarily speechless.

"You don't need to thank me. I brought them back intending to build goodwill with you. Redeeming them might be a matter of face for you, but it's nothing for my comrades."

With that, he spoke no further and vanished before their eyes with a whoosh.

If not for these two flashes of golden light and the addition of four girls in the room, Viscount Predal would never have believed what he was seeing was real.

What's more, the attitude of expecting nothing from him, displayed by the other party, was the most perplexing.

If the ability to appear and disappear so suddenly didn't completely challenge the Viscount's understanding, then the other party's long-term strategy completely struck at the Viscount's decades of political and power experience.

This was a long-term plan!

The Viscount looked at the four sisters weeping uncontrollably and felt that the breakthrough was now with them. Who was that person? And what did he mean by "comrades"? Who were they?

Given the person's ability to come and go so freely, the Viscount suddenly felt that his temporary defeat might not be such a bad thing after all.

The sun had risen. When Adamson and Young Ramai returned, only Viscount Ergons was in the tent.

This fool was acting strangely, constantly spacing out, with expressions of shyness and reminiscence flickering across his face.

He didn't even ask where the four girls had gone.

As the two of them returned, their subordinates also came back. Without any prompting, the Knights themselves sent people to prepare the equipment from the last training session.

It was clear they had been practicing in secret for the past three weeks, more than once or twice.

Now, they were about to put on a demonstration of their progress.

Unfortunately, today they brought a group of seasoned veterans. Compared to the things they usually brag about, these knights' performances couldn't even spark their interest.

Yesterday, these veterans feasted and were entertained by their so-called old friends. Today, even if they weren't all reminiscing like Adamson, they were at least sluggish.

They watched with little interest, but the villagers on the periphery, the auxiliary personnel, and the young people looking for a chance to shine in this war, as well as the merchants, were all watching with great enjoyment.

Ergons looked at the token in his hand, thinking about commanding the entire army. Before he could even reach out, the matter was almost settled.

Now, his attention could be focused on continuing to weave his background.

Don't underestimate the distance between South Newman Province and here; a merchant caravan can travel it in a few days. Nobles have many ways to get things done, and it's likely that Viscount will notice him soon.

Give the incident time to ferment, and they'll have to fill in the blanks themselves later.

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