Flowers Planted in Cow Dung?

"Mm, the needle-and-thread stitching you used last time?" Bernard did not laugh, nor did he pay any attention to Rakoff's mockery of Nalant.

He vaguely remembered that after the Battle of the Valley, Stella seemed to have mentioned that Nalant had helped treat several severely wounded mounted scouts. In the end, aside from one of them, all the others had miraculously survived.

Moreover, he had already come to understand Nalant's strange and peculiar ideas quite well.

Seeing Nalant answer so seriously, he actually began to think there might really be something special about those girls.

"Yes, my lord!"

"Mm, then go ahead!" Bernard nodded.

"Yes, my lord!"

Nalant immediately returned to his own troops without looking back.

He ignored Rakoff from beginning to end, making Rakoff feel as though his mockery had landed in empty air. He gritted his teeth in irritation.

By the time Nalant returned to his troops, the more than one hundred carriages carrying earth had finally finished loading.

This also meant that today's river-filling operation had officially begun.

"Begin!" The king waved to the messenger beside him.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Ooooh! Ooooh! Ooooh!

The next moment, long and resounding horn calls rang out across the open wilderness outside Maple Leaf City.

"Move out!"

At the sound of the horns, Nalant and the other minor nobles leading troops immediately gave their orders, taking their guards toward Maple Leaf City.

Since this was a siege battle, aside from the minor nobles, all the guards advanced on foot.

As they marched, they were nothing like the troops from the films and television dramas of Nalant's past life—formed into military formations, radiating Killing Intent and crushing pressure.

On the contrary, since they were all Longbowmen, many minor nobles had not even equipped them with leather armor in order to save