"But a group of mercenaries led two thousand refugees from Ridenburg, cutting a bloody path through tens of thousands of undead. This was a bit hard to say, and if handled poorly, it would turn the White Mane Legion into a laughingstock. On the other hand, these two feats have already spread throughout Brags, Anzek, and even Dragos. They have no choice but to acknowledge them. So how to handle it has become a very delicate matter."
"I see, so we were just a decoy?" Batom suddenly realized.
Brand nodded, "Therefore, the key lies with Frey."
"Me?" Frey, who had been listening intently, suddenly snapped out of it: "Brand, I—"
Madden fell silent at this moment. Brand spoke very frankly, but it was difficult for the old man to accept. Although he knew something about the affairs among the nobles, he didn't expect that a war would seem so simple to them.
So what were they fighting for here?
"Frey, don't respond yet, listen to me first." Brand looked at the ponytail girl and said.
