"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.
Frey was taken aback and nodded.
Brand continued, "However, the Knight Group has its own pride. They disdain dealing with mercenaries because, in their eyes, mercenaries are greedy, fighting only for money, not true soldiers. Dealing with them is seen as degrading their status."
Batom spat, feeling very disdainful.
Brand glanced at him and smiled, "Of course, if necessary, they will still contact them privately."
"Hypocrites." Batom wiped his red beard and replied.
"You could say that, a consistent hypocrisy. Or rather, driven by vanity." Brand responded indifferently.
"Are the nobles really so shortsighted?" Madden was still incredulous. Being deeply influenced by the military, he found it hard to believe that the high-ranking nobles could be so shallow and hypocritical.
"Shortsighted?" Brand shook his head. In fact, he could say he understood them even better than these obsolete soldiers themselves. The nobles were not shortsighted or foolish; if anything, they were overly shrewd and a model of selfishness and greed.
As long as they have power and troops in their hands, the nobles can be completely independent. They have no need to worry about the royal family or the common people. Even if their territory is invaded, it’s fine. After all, the Madara will withdraw. Even if their prediction is wrong, they can live a respectable life with their hoarded wealth in any country in Vaun.
Ultimately, it’s the common people who suffer.
Given this, the nobles surely indulge in the struggle for power and profit, why not?
Brand glanced at the people present and continued, "In this way, Frey among us will become the ideal cover for the White Mane Legion’s Knight Group army nobles. At least, being from the militia, she will make the common people immediately think of a military background."
"But, isn’t Yulier also a good choice? He is the Security Cavalry Captain of Ridenburg, isn’t he more suitable than me?" Frey held back from mentioning Fulong Tower because Brand had strictly forbidden them from revealing their affiliation with Fulong Tower outside.
It would cause them trouble.
Brand shook his head, "On the contrary, at least in Ridenburg, the Security Cavalry is on the side of the local nobles, essentially just private soldiers under another name. The cavalry team was initially established to counter the Swordsmen of the White Mane Legion. Do you think the White Mane Legion would be noble enough to build prestige for their enemies?"
As Brand said this, the people present immediately realized that Frey indeed seemed to be the only possible choice.
Even Frey herself paused, then fell silent.
(P.S. This is the first Chapter. When you’re down on your luck, even drinking cold water clogs your teeth. I tolerated the Internet disconnection, but yesterday I went to an Internet cafe and lost the key to my house. So I was forced to spend the night in the Internet cafe, and it was so cold sleeping there TAT.) (To be continued. To know what happens next, please visit www.qidian.com for more Chapters. Support the author and read legally!)