Doyle gripped the wineglass in his hand tightly, yet did not dare actually crush it.
He raised his head, looked at Ye Qiyan leaning against the balcony railing, and said in a low voice:
"Sir Adventurer, I will pretend I never heard what you said. Please say no more. I am the Fourth Prince's legion commander. I must... remain loyal to him."
He drained the wine in his glass in one gulp.
Doyle turned and left without another word.
"I originally thought this was just an ordinary platform. Now it looks like it won't be boring."
"What do you think, Lisette?"
The maid standing silently beside him blinked and smiled, then actually took out that camera again and pressed the shutter.
Click-
"I don't know. But, Master, you looked very handsome."
"Ahem... then take a few more."
At noon the following day, Fourth Prince Manster gathered all his troops together. He rejected Legion Commander Doyle's request for a forced march.
He led the legion south.
In every city they passed through, he gathered the remnants of the troops and bought people's loyalty.
Every Goblin Legion they encountered was easily dealt with by Ye Qiyan.
They marched like this for nearly a week.
At the edge of a city wall that had just been shattered by the Steam King's cannons, Ye Qiyan sat leisurely, overlooking the Fourth Prince's ongoing performance below, and yawned.
His gaze shifted to the side, and he saw the miserable-looking legion commander walking up with a gloomy expression.
"Oh, Legion Commander Doyle, what brings you here too? Shouldn't you be attending the banquet right now?"
Doyle clenched his fists tightly. He came up to Ye Qiyan and said, trembling all over:
"Sir... how much longer will it take us to cross this region? Could we borrow