The Knight's Journey to the Empire

In the central camp of the army of the Principality of Glia, old General Bill August sat behind his personal desk, looking at the intelligence presented by various spies with a terribly gloomy expression on his face.

The old general is over sixty years old, but he possesses the professional level of a Knight of the Pillar State. His physical quality and physical limits have been greatly improved, so his hair and beard are only slightly gray now.

He retired from the post of Minister of Military Affairs of the Principality of Golia, not because of his poor health and inability to shoulder heavy responsibilities.

It's just that he felt he was used to fighting and killing and just wanted to live a peaceful life for a few years.

In fact, the old general is now in the prime of his life.

He was tall and straight, nearly two meters tall, with bulging muscles, and was brave and strong, as if he was cast in copper or iron. Even when he was sitting, his back was straight.

He just sat there, giving people the feeling that he was as deep as the ocean, with a majestic aura.

Especially the scar on his left cheek, which adds a bit of iron-blooded bravery.

As the old general was reading, he slammed the intelligence in his hand on the table and said angrily, "Why are those brats from Fort Midland getting involved? Are they itching for trouble again? If I hadn't had time to deal with them recently, I would have taught them a lesson. That idiot Alec is such a rubbish, all show and fame, he can't even take care of a naughty kid. I still think highly of him, what a loser!"

"Someone come!" the old general shouted outside the tent.

"Yes, General," a personal guard hurried in and waited.

"Pass the order to the scouts to intensify the search and make sure to find the eldest young master and his men. If you see spies from the Kingdom of Midburg, kill them without mercy and record their military merits!" The old general's eyes widened as he gave the order calmly.

"Yes, General." The personal guard took the order and left.

"boom!"

The old general slammed the table again to vent his anger.

The eldest son entered the Barinas Mountains and has been missing for many days. We have sent so many spies into the mountains to investigate but there is still no news.

The current situation has really made the old general anxious and unable to sleep or eat.

What a mess! I'm making great progress in the front, capturing cities and strongholds, and receiving victory reports one after another. I'm about to achieve a phased victory!

Oh, damn, my house was robbed, and the worst thing is, even my son was lost.

In fact, the old general was not only concerned about the safety of his eldest son, but also his second son.

When the old general was young, he fought on the battlefields, won military merits, and experienced all kinds of blood and rain.

Therefore, he married at a relatively late age and had fewer children, only three, two sons and one daughter.

The eldest son died in a war, so this time his son became his only heir.

Although all soldiers are aware of the fact that the elderly will send off the young, it is still heartbreaking when the time actually comes.

The old general doesn't want to experience it a second time, nor does he dare to experience it a second time.

Although he is still able to have children and raise them, cultivating a good successor requires time, energy, and emotional investment.

And it is well known that the higher the professional level of the knight, the smaller the chance of his offspring being born.

Of course, the higher the professional level of the knight, the better the qualifications of the offspring born are likely to be.

Because the knight's practice itself is a sublimation of the level of life!

I have been going through wind and rain, fighting in the bloody battlefields, and working hard all my life. Why is it all for?

Isn’t it just to ennoble his wife and children and leave some inheritance for future generations?

If this happened in my generation, there would be no descendants at all, so what would be left?

The old general is feeling miserable!

But he is now in deep pain but cannot express it in words.