Chapter 422: Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng

Since that day, the atmosphere of the caravan had become much more peaceful.

The wheels rolled, the sound of hooves was crisp, the accompanying mercenaries no longer wore tight faces as before, the drivers often hummed little tunes in a good mood, and even the wind along the way seemed to have become gentle.

And this incredible transformation actually stemmed from the new "nun," Saintess Kalian, in the team.

Reborn, she put on a set of clean clothes, a gift from Miss Sarah, Mr. Prince Kelin's guard, which she accepted with gratitude.

Although it was a bit tight, she used borrowed scissors and needles to alter it, and it fit reasonably well.

And no matter what, these clothes were much better than the black robe stained with mud.

Washing away the filth and dust from her body in the cold river water, she combed her disheveled hair into a neat braid hanging over her shoulder, and then put on a nun's headscarf made from the blanket Mr. Prince Kelin had bestowed upon her.

She seemed to have truly become a nun.

At first, the mercenaries in the caravan found it incredible, but as time passed, they gradually got used to it.

In the evening, Thomas's caravan set up camp before it got completely dark, as usual.

The young mercenary who had almost caused trouble by talking too much was sitting alone by the campfire, clumsily treating the wound on his arm scratched by a tree branch, wincing in pain.

That was a wound sustained during patrol.

He always felt that the boss was deliberately picking on him, sending him on difficult patrol routes.

Just as he was grumbling, Saintess Kalian walked over quietly with a basin of warm water and clean cloth strips.

"Let me help you." Her voice was very light.

The young mercenary was startled, looked up to see it was her, and his expression was a bit awkward.

"No, no need, it's just a small wound... I can handle it myself."

Saintess Kalian didn't speak, just squatted down silently, placed the water basin on the ground, and watched him with clear eyes.

The lad finally gave in under her gaze, muttering as he loosened his hand pressing on the wound.

Saintess Kalian washed away the blood with warm water, then took out clean cloth strips and carefully wrapped them around his wound; throughout the process, she didn't say a word.

Instead, the young mercenary, perhaps feeling the atmosphere was too silent, opened the conversation himself.

"... My name is Ben, and my home is in a small village south of Longshi City. My dad is a blacksmith; he always says I'm not cut out for the work, and I didn't have the chance to learn any magic, so he let me come out to make my way... Actually, I know why; it's mainly because there's only one blacksmith shop at home, and he has three sons, so we can't all be blacksmiths."

He laughed at himself, sighed, and continued.

"Being a mercenary sounds impressive, but it's actually just risking your life for money. Sometimes I really don't know what the point of doing this is; once I save up enough money, I'm definitely not doing this stuff anymore..."

He rambled on about a lot, from silly things in childhood to confusion about the future.

Saintess Kalian listened quietly the whole time, and only after he finished did she say softly.

"Saint Xisi will protect everyone who works hard to live; I believe you can definitely do it..."

Ben was stunned for a moment, then smiled with relief.

"Is that so... Thank you, I'll take your word for it; perhaps it really is like that."

He hadn't really thought he could retire safely; the money he earned was basically all spent, living day to day.

But now, he suddenly felt that making some long-term plans wasn't a bad thing; what if the dream of returning to a peaceful life really came true one day? After all, a few days ago, a miracle had happened right before his eyes...

Perhaps the gods were listening to the troubles of mortals after all.

Ben felt the wound on his arm didn't hurt as much, the irritability in his heart dissipated quite a bit, and he regained hope for life.

Saintess Kalian nodded with a smile, picked up the water basin, and left quietly.

Watching that turning back, Ben's Adam's apple moved, and he suddenly called out to stop her.

"Wait a minute..."

Saintess Kalian stopped and looked back at him.

"What's wrong?"

"That... I'm sorry."

Ben scratched the back of his head, his young face showing embarrassment, and after hesitating for a moment, he said shamefully.

"That day I actually wanted to help you, at least to put in a good word for you, but I... I seem to have messed it up, and instead made the lord's cavalry suspect you were with us."

"Of course, fortunately, it was fine in the end, otherwise I really wouldn't have known what to do... perhaps... uh..."

He stammered for a long time, finally failing to express his apology well.

Looking at that lad who was ashamed of himself, Saintess Kalian smiled gently and shook her head lightly.

"It's already fine, I don't blame you."

Ben: "But—"

Looking at him, who still wanted to say something, Saintess Kalian continued in a gentle tone.

"And... I also cursed you all to go to hell. Actually, thinking about it carefully, you who were just passing by had no obligation to take me in; you also had your own difficulties, and you have already helped me a lot."

Ben looked at Saintess Kalian in astonishment, seemingly not expecting her to think this way, and that ashamed face became even more embarrassed.

People are such awkward animals.

If Saintess Kalian had followed his words and criticized his faults, he wouldn't have been moved at all. But if it were the other way around, and she tolerantly accepted his repentance, he would instead become even more ashamed.

After a long silence, Ben said in a low voice.

"If there is anything I can help with, please be sure to tell me... don't look at me as if I don't do things reliably, but I'm quite strong."

Saintess Kalian smiled and nodded lightly.

"I will."

Ben breathed a sigh of relief, and a cheerful smile returned to his young face.

He felt much better.

Saintess Kalian carried the water basin to the creek outside the camp and disposed of the blood-stained water.

She found that, just as Mr. Prince Kelin said, what people needed was not the profound wisdom in the Book of Holy Words.

They just longed for someone to hear their voice in their difficult lives.

In this way, whether one had read that book really wasn't important.

Instead, those who could recite what Saint Xisi had said backward, who prayed for the common people all day but refused to bow their heads to look at the common people, had already forgotten what the shape of holy light was...

By practicing her faith through action, Saintess Kalian's existence gradually became an indispensable part of this caravan bumping along in the wilderness.

She was like a mobile confessional, bringing a trace of comfort to these weary souls.

At first, some mercenaries would make dirty jokes about Miss "Nun" behind her back, but as time passed, they gradually became too embarrassed to do so.

By listening to the suffering of the believers, Saintess Kalian also gradually felt the power within her heart awakening.

She was no longer the poor person who needed to be saved, but instead became someone else's reliance.

And at this point, she also completely understood the true meaning of Mr. Prince Kelin's "I approve"—

Her qualifications and identity did not need to be bestowed by high-and-mighty authority, but needed to be fulfilled by herself in the process of practicing her mission.

She had realized her own destiny.

Inside Luo Yan's carriage, the atmosphere was so quiet that only the monotonous sound of the wheels rolling could be heard.

He enjoyed this tranquility, which allowed him to calm his heart and focus on reading the book spread out in his hands.

It was just a pity that before he could enjoy it for long, this tranquility was broken by a burst of impatient "patter" sounds.

I saw a little mother dragon holding her claws, curled up angrily on the soft cushion, her small tail patting the wool blanket beneath her again and again, her golden vertical pupils full of indignation.

She finally couldn't help but complain to the guy who was reading leisurely.

"Hey! It was clearly me who scared those bad guys away, why does everyone count the credit on your head?"

What about the Dragon God? Why doesn't anyone worship the Dragon God?

Hearing the pet's complaint, Luo Yan didn't even lift his eyelids, just turned a page of the book lightly and said casually: "What credit are you referring to? Scaring away a few horses?"

"Otherwise? Isn't this my credit?"

"And then?"

"Th, then?" Ta Fu was stunned by the question, "Then... they ran away! Saintess Kalian was safe... isn't that it?"

Luo Yan finally closed the book, cast his gaze toward this little brat who was unreasonable but still felt righteous, and smiled faintly.

"You are very like someone."

"Who?"

"That Sir Li Xite whom we have never met."

"... What do you mean."

Looking at Ta Fu, who was confused and didn't even realize he was insulting her, Luo Yan said in a gentle tone.

"It means nothing. He has a simple sense of honor, and you have a simple sense of justice. You look completely different, but sometimes you are very similar; you do things on a whim and almost never consider the question of 'what then'."

A long time ago, when he read her diary, he felt it; the Dragon God Gu Ta Fu always stepped from one correct thing to the next, and then his disciples and grandchildren followed him from one hell to the next, and it only got a little better after they sent him away.

Of course, it was only better for a while. Because the Holy Armored Dragon Clan didn't solve the problem of Gu Ta Fu, but maintained the Great Barrier. So in the future, a lizardman of the Holy Armored Dragon Clan, more abstract than Gu Ta Fu, was born.

His will was passed down and became a brand deeply imprinted in the souls of the Holy Armored Dragon Clan.

Actually, if this guy hadn't condensed his divinity and just been an ordinary researcher or a lab rat, he would have been quite a good person.

Looking at the speechless Ta Fu, Luo Yan said in an unhurried voice.

"... Although I don't want to argue with you about the meaningless thing of 'credit,' you pulling that human girl out of the fire pit of Yingyan Territory only let her change places and fall into another fire pit, to be roasted again by a fiercer fire."

"That's not called saving, and it didn't solve any problems. On the contrary, I gave her a path to walk on, an identity where she wouldn't be bullied by anyone again... that is what's called saving."

Ta Fu was blocked by these words and couldn't say a word, her cheeks bulging like a balloon.

The Zeta people were indeed lacking in the tradition of charlatans; their logic was rigorous but they lacked the ability to talk nonsense, and in the end, she could only mutter unconvincedly.

"I don't care, anyway, it was my effort..."

She turned her head and looked out the carriage window, unhappy.

Coincidentally, Saintess Kalian was smiling as she wrapped a new bandage for a mercenary with an injured arm.

Her profile looked exceptionally gentle in the sunlight, full of a calmness and strength she hadn't had before.

And those mercenaries also respected her, completely different from when they were in Yingyan Territory.

It's truly incredible.

They were clearly the same group of people!

Seeing this scene, the dissatisfaction and resentment on Ta Fu's face gradually dissipated.

She had to admit that Saintess Kalian's current appearance was indeed much better than before, and all of this was indeed the Demon King's credit.

The previous her was like a mouse forced into a corner, struggling uselessly in a cage of terror, and before being crushed by her tragic fate, she was first crushed by fear.

That girl seemed to have truly found a new direction in life, and not just changed places to continue fleeing...

Looking out the window was not just Ta Fu, but also Sarah, who had been silent from beginning to end.

She suddenly remembered some things from a long, long time ago.

Speaking of which, she hadn't eaten the skewers grilled by the Demon King himself for a long time...

The rat's tail was actually quite fragrant when grilled.

Since then, a few more days had passed.

When the caravan's carriages finally rolled onto the land of the Kingdom of Lain, everyone, including Thomas, breathed a sigh of relief and completely let go of the little bit of tension remaining in their hearts.

They had originally worried that there would be pursuers catching up, but now it seemed that Lord Ka Bin had realized that his boot had kicked a real steel plate.

Perhaps he and his lackeys were living in fear, or perhaps he was planning to run away... but no matter what, this had nothing to do with them, at least for a while they wouldn't appear in Yingyan Territory.

However, this ease didn't last long.

Especially when the caravan entered the Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng in the northeast of the kingdom, even the horses held in the hands of the mercenaries gradually smelled the tension permeating the air.

Far from the "land of knights" that produced fine wine and glory in legends, what was presented before everyone was a scene of astonishing desolation.

The vast fields had long been barren, and not a trace of green could be seen on the cracked earth. Most of the villages along the way were empty, and the tightly closed doors and windows seemed to be telling a silent tragedy.

Everywhere along the road, one could see ragged, sallow-faced refugees; their eyes were numb, moving slowly like ghosts, and they had no reaction to the passing caravan.

It wasn't that there was no reaction at all.

In many eyes that hadn't yet lost their vitality, there was also a chilling desire.

A severe famine seemed to have broken out here.

In the evening, the caravan set up camp outside a town that barely had any human life.

Thomas thought about going into the village to trade some salt and cloth for information, but when he and a few hands approached the village entrance, the villagers immediately closed their doors vigilantly like frightened rabbits, their eyes filled with fear and distrust.

"Strange," Ben, who was following Thomas, scratched his head and muttered in confusion, "We don't look like robbers either."

The mercenary leader on the side didn't speak, just looked at the employer beside him and said in a low voice.

"We'd better leave this area as soon as possible... the situation here is probably even worse than we imagined."

Just famine wasn't enough to make the locals fear like this; after all, the caravan might have the supplies they needed.

And their reaction at this moment was more like there was some other trouble tormenting them.

"I agree with your point of view," Thomas nodded with a heavy expression, "I'll try my best, we'll leave at daybreak."

This wasn't the village hit hardest by the disaster, and it was close to the border of the Luo De Kingdom.

He simply couldn't imagine what else was waiting for them ahead...

The caravan set up camp next to the village, both sides monitoring each other, minding their own business.

After nightfall, Saintess Kalian began to pray.

And just as everyone was silently gnawing on dry rations around the campfire, a thin boy ran out crying from the darkness of the village, stumbling to the side of the camp.

"Stop!" An older mercenary was the first to notice, vigilantly gripping the musket at his side.

The boy stopped in terror, looking at that fierce face, but finally overcame his fear and didn't turn and run, asking everyone in a voice filled with tears.

"Excuse me... is there a priest among you?"

The mercenary was stunned for a moment, exchanged glances with his partner, and didn't know how to answer.

Seeing no one answer, the boy couldn't help but sob: "My grandfather... he died the day before yesterday. He was a devout person during his lifetime, and my father intended to bury him, but I want to ask a member of the clergy to give him a final prayer, to send him off peacefully, at least not to let his soul get lost on the road..."

On the Aus Continent, if the soul of an ordinary person had no one to guide it, becoming an undead seemed to be the most common destination.

The mercenaries didn't really care much about this; many had only recently regained their faith.

Hearing the movement near the camp, Thomas walked through the crowd to the boy and looked at the child who was crying so sadly, asking.

"Don't you have a priest here?"

The boy choked and said.

"There used to be one... but that priest... fled to Twilight City with the lord."

"No wonder we didn't even see a tax collector on our way here." The mercenary leader looked toward the village entrance and couldn't help but curse, "These guys run faster than rabbits."

Just as Thomas was thinking about how to politely refuse, Saintess Kalian suddenly walked through the crowd from the side of the covered wagon.

She walked to the boy, squatted down gently, and touched his head lightly.

"I am a nun," she said softly, "if you don't mind, I can pray for your grandfather."

The moment he heard this, hope shone in the boy's eyes.

He was overjoyed and was about to kowtow to Saintess Kalian in gratitude, but was gently supported by Saintess Kalian.

"Thank you! Sister! Thank you!"

"This is a sacred duty bestowed upon me by the gods," Saintess Kalian made a cross on her chest and said in a gentle tone, "please take me there."

The boy nodded excitedly, and just as he was about to take the nun back to the village, Thomas suddenly placed his hand on his shoulder.

"It's too late today, wait until tomorrow."

Just as the villagers couldn't trust him, they couldn't trust these people they had met by chance either.

"Hmm! I can wait no matter how late it is!" The boy didn't think much of it, just nodded excitedly, thanking them profusely, and finally, under the urging of everyone, returned satisfied.

"Is this considered an extra complication?" The mercenary leader looked at Thomas and then worriedly looked at Miss Saintess Kalian.

He knew that girl was just a village girl, hadn't been baptized, and had only taken a bath by the river...

Could she really replace the gods in fulfilling sacred duties?

Kindness couldn't transcend the dead; in the end, it had to be holy light or holy water.

"I don't know... perhaps. But this shouldn't take long, when the time comes we'll go with her, it should be over soon..." When saying this, Thomas was also muttering in his heart.

But he still couldn't bring himself to persuade Saintess Kalian to give up, just as he had had to hesitate for a long time before deciding to push her into the fire pit... he had, after all, grown up watching the epics of heroes.

Not only that, he was also a devout believer.

Although he had only just remembered it recently.

The next morning, under the gaze of the villagers and the company of the mercenaries, Saintess Kalian presided over a simple and solemn funeral for the deceased old man.

She didn't chant complex scriptures because she couldn't at all. She used the most sincere and simple language to pray for the peace of the deceased's soul and to pray for the courage of the living to go on.

The old man's remains didn't turn into an undead.

Holy light could purify souls, but not all souls were ugly enough to need holy light to purify them.

Whether one would become an undead after death also depended to a large extent on one's obsession while alive.

For a person who left no regrets, even a necromancer would find it difficult to pull him out of the grave.

At most, they would inject a false soul into the shell-like bones.

Luo Yan took a look from afar; the old man's soul wandered in front of the tombstone for a while and then left without any regrets.

As for where he went, he didn't know.

That was, after all, not his believer.

Saintess Kalian's sincerity moved all the villagers present, and Thomas's caravan also gained the favor and trust of these suffering people because of this.

After the funeral.

An old man with a weathered face took the initiative to find Thomas and asked him to step aside to talk.

According to him, he was a friend of the deceased old man during his lifetime. To thank them for what they had done, he had some things to say...

"Thank you, thank you for what you did for that old thing; I can consider it an account to him..." The old man's cracked lips moved, and after a pause, he said, "You are very good people, I can't watch you walk into a fire pit... there are some things I must tell you."

He glanced at the dead village behind him and lowered his voice.

"You may have already discovered that this isn't just famine, it's also war. The reason we don't dare to talk to outsiders is, on one hand, we're afraid you're the lord's people, and on the other hand, we're afraid you're 'Unlike Kailan's' people."

Thomas was stunned.

He had heard of the matter of Brass Pass, and also knew that the pass was in the east of Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng, not far from here.

However, the old man's expression told him that the war in this sentence didn't refer to the distant Chaos, but to something close at hand.

"Unlike Kailan?" The mercenary leader frowned and asked in a low voice, "What is that?"

The old man also lowered his voice, looked left and right, and then whispered.

"He is the leader of the Green Forest Army; that guy is a good person, but his subordinates might not be."

"Wait... what is the Green Forest Army?" Thomas looked at him in confusion, his bewilderment growing stronger.

"A bunch of rioting farmers, there are also some robbers and bandits, and outsiders like you who saw an opportunity to get involved; there are all kinds of guys," the old man looked at the mercenary beside Thomas and said with a complex expression, "A young man named Unlike Kailan led them to attack the nobles' territories, rob granaries, and also treasures... because they wear green headscarves, everyone calls them the Green Forest Army, and later they called themselves that too."

Peasant uprising?

Luo Yan, standing in the distance, showed an expression of surprise.

He wasn't surprised by the uprising itself, but surprised that under the suppression of extraordinary power, a group of farmers could actually rise up.

This sounded too incredible.

After all, even a Diamond Tier Demon King was just something for the Grand Duke of Campbell to poke with a "fire poker."

Following behind Thomas, the mercenary named Ben asked curiously: "They rob the nobles' granaries, not yours, so what are you afraid of?"

Hearing this mindless remark, a bitter smile appeared on the old man's face, and he shook his head: "Sir, the noble lords have long since taken their families and fled to Twilight City, and it's hard to say if they went even further to the Royal Capital. Now, which granary in this land is a 'noble's,' and which person is a noble, isn't it all up to their Green Forest Army to decide... do you think I'm a noble?"

Thomas sized up the ragged outfit on the old man and fell into silence.

After a moment, he said.

"Thank you for your advice, we will leave as soon as possible."

He had thought that going to Twilight City might be a bit better; it was, after all, the capital of Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng, with a large population and prosperous commerce.

But now it seemed that it wasn't a good place to go either, and they still had to go even further south.

Thinking of this, Thomas couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart; he had already begun to regret expanding his business to the Kingdom of Lain...

The land of knights wasn't as fragrant as he had imagined.

Looking at the traveler who listened to advice, the old man nodded, a gratified smile appearing on his face.

"Best so, you can go to the Royal Capital, it's still very safe there! As for Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng... this isn't a place for you outsiders to come, even our Provincial Viceroy can't do anything about Unlike Kailan."

Thomas nodded solemnly.

"Thanks."

At the same time, the Viceroy's Mansion in Twilight City.

Viceroy Baron Alaric Valerius was rubbing his temples wearily, his eyes bloodshot, staring fixedly at the huge provincial map on the wall.

I saw that the map was covered with flags of all sizes, so much so that the chess markers in the box were not enough.

Each marker corresponded to a wisp of wolf smoke, and the rebel army wearing green headscarves was like mold spreading continuously, having spread from the deepest part of the Twilight Forest to the edge of Twilight City.

And in contrast to the rise of the rebel army, the lion flag representing the kingdom's nobles had clearly fallen to the ground.

Those nobles who claimed to value honor as their lives either abandoned their territories and feudal obligations and fled, or huddled around their castles with their retainers, hiding like cowardly turtles.

That group of farmers holding pitchforks couldn't break their castles.

And in terms of extraordinary power, those nobles also happened to have some advantages, fortunately not needing to disperse their already scarce troops to wipe their asses for them.

However, even so, the situation in Twilight City was still not optimistic, because the problem in Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng was far more than just the rioting rebel army, but also the famine that had lasted for nearly a year!

Now he could only hope that His Majesty the King would send his most elite knight order to reinforce them...

This was, after all, the King's direct territory, and most of the land belonged to the Wang Gong; he believed that for the sake of the tax tribute contributed by Twilight City every year, His Respected Majesty wouldn't just leave it alone.

Not long ago, he had sent a letter for help to the Wang Gong, and he estimated that the reply should be arriving soon.

Just when Alaric was racking his brains for the future of Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng, an attendant suddenly broke in with hurried steps.

"My lord, the reply from the Royal Capital has arrived!" The attendant had a letter sealed with royal wax in his arms, and at this moment, he didn't even bother to knock on the door.

However, Alaric didn't blame him, but instead felt a lift in spirits, snatching the letter from the attendant's hand and tearing it open.

However, when he saw the content of the letter, he was struck by lightning, and the whole person was stunned on the spot.

The letter didn't mention reinforcements in a single word, nor did it have a word of comfort for the famine, only an inconceivable order issued in flowery language—

【Baron Alaric Valerius, may the Holy Light be with you. The envoy from the Academy, Leon, will arrive in Twilight City in a few days. You must show him the prosperity and richness of Twilight City to demonstrate the majesty and glory of the Kingdom of Lain, and let those old pedants in the Mage Towers open their eyes and see how far they have fallen behind us...】

Alaric only felt his chest shrink, and in an instant, it seemed his heart had stopped beating, and he had even forgotten how to breathe.

Glory?

What was His Majesty saying? His expression suddenly twisted, and he angrily crumpled the letter paper into a ball and smashed it fiercely against the bookshelf.

The attendant standing beside him was startled, trembling and not daring to make a sound, and even less understanding why the Viceroy was so angry.

Slumped in his chair, Alaric's chest heaved violently, his heart filled with ashes.

He didn't know what His Majesty the King was thinking; he even couldn't help but start to suspect whether the letter carrying the hope of the million people of the province had even been delivered to the King at all.

Just when he was overwhelmed, a steady voice suddenly came from the side.

"My lord, since the King's reinforcements are slow to arrive, perhaps... we can ask the Campbell Duchy for help."

The one who spoke was his most trusted aide.

I saw an old man with gray hair pick up the crumpled letter, smooth it out, and place it gently back on the Viceroy's desk.

Alaric looked up abruptly, looking at the aide in astonishment, a trace of struggle flashing in his eyes.

"Ask the Campbell Duchy for help? Are you sure?"

His relationship with Edward Campbell was quite good; that young Grand Duke was a very capable person, and he did things with lightning speed, never letting him wait endlessly.

The aide nodded lightly, saying in a calm tone.

"In urgent times, we must act according to the situation; now is an extraordinary period, we must first overcome the immediate difficulties."

"Have you considered the consequences?" Alaric gave a bitter laugh, "That is equivalent to admitting that the Royal Family is already unable to control the northern territory!"

"I know, my lord, but the fact before our eyes is just that... it's not just the nobles of Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng who have abandoned their feudal obligations, but also our respected Majesty."

The aide nodded and said calmly.

"Moreover, nominally, that Grand Duke Edward is also His Majesty's vassal; asking him to send troops has no problems in terms of jurisprudence. Plus, if the fire of the Green Forest Army burns past Torrent Fortress in the south of Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng, the next to suffer will be his duchy... I think, His Highness the Grand Duke will understand his situation, and letting him act as soon as possible is the best choice."

"But what about the King?" Alaric's voice was a bit hoarse, "His Majesty won't let me off..."

Losing Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng was a capital crime he couldn't avoid, but if he let His Majesty, who cared about face, lose face, he wouldn't be able to avoid a living crime either.

The aide said softly.

"No need to worry within three years."

"Reason?"

"No reason, this requires your... or rather, our efforts."

The aide's voice paused, a trace of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes, as if he had made a huge determination when saying this sentence.

"We not only have to let the Campbell Duchy's army in, but also let them gain enough benefits from this war, and have enough motivation to keep fighting this war..." ===== CHAPTER 423 =====