Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

"Is it so exaggerated?"

Looking at Jefferson who came back and reported what he saw and heard from Doug, Lind couldn't help but hold his face with his hand.

Lind had no interest in the decadent private lives of those nobles, and he was not even too impressed by the military transportation routes that Jefferson mentioned. What really worried Lind was that most of Doug's territory was managed by old women.

Then it becomes a question of how much food can be harvested in Doug's territory this year. After all, Lind is not Doug. He really thinks that everything will be fine as long as he defeats the opponent. The subsequent governance will not be simpler than fighting a war.

It seems that the pace of gray and white-collar workers will have to speed up. Some areas can be conquered and planted with crops first, and the rest can be dealt with later.

"not only that."

Jefferson continued, "In fact, some people from the Demon Tribe also came to me along the way, hoping that I could smuggle some things to the Demon Tribe. They were also testing your attitude. As long as you are willing to let them enter the territory, they will help our army find Doug's important military facilities. Now the relationship between Doug and the Demon Tribe doesn't seem to be very good."

After hearing this, Lind's eyes turned grim. "These parasites, they've already started preparing to lead the way before Doug shows any signs of decline."

"Those demons are quite generous. Do we need to sell them some weapons like we did to Doug?"

Jefferson handed over all the bribes he received during this trip to Doug's territory. The amount given by the demons alone was almost as much as Doug's.

"No, not even one. They can steal it from Doug, rob it, or even buy it for more money. I don't care, but we won't sell them any weapons."

"This is a war among us humans. It is not their turn to make decisions."

Linde's attitude was very clear, the demon clan? After cleaning up Doug, the next thing would be the land outside Duanxue Territory, which must be taken back.

Don't even think about concessions or private plots.

Seeing Lind's firm attitude, Jefferson felt relieved. Although Jefferson had vowed never to sit on the fence again, the thing that Jefferson feared most in a job like this was that his superiors would be ambiguous in their words.

If Lind's attitude was a little more ambiguous, then Jefferson would have to constantly guess whether Lind was hinting that he could make more money by doing business with the demons.

Fortunately, Lind now holds absolute power and violence in his hands, and does not need to play this kind of riddle game with his subordinates. However, Lilith, who is in the royal capital, has a much harder time.

"Oh, by the way, the demons not only came after me, but I also heard at the dance that the demons have begun to hook up with the East Territory."

At the ball, in addition to hearing the noble girls bragging about the luxury goods given to them by the army, Jefferson also heard some rumors.

After all, the nobles on Doug's side were all big leaks. Even if Jefferson was careful not to ask, he could still hear a lot of outrageous information.

"Well, I got the news too."

Lind pulled out the information that Lucanus had handed over earlier and flicked it with his hand.

"Doug is not completely useless. Although he can't beat us, at least he didn't let the East Territory really swallow up the North Territory. I hope he can keep up the good work."

Although Monroe of the East Territory has been harassing Doug, he has never been able to take over a complete piece of territory. After all, although Doug's army is completely unable to defeat Lind and is even suppressed by the resistance army, they still have some advantages when fighting against the East Territory army with muskets.

After listening to this, Jefferson shook his head and said, "But now the demons have also come after people from the East Territory. I think it's a bit dangerous over there."

"The parasite has simply found a new host."

Finally, Lind patted Jefferson on the shoulder and encouraged him, "You did a good job this time. Go and have a rest. I'll contact you next time we trade."

Jefferson felt relieved. This smuggling mission was a perfect success. When he left the study, Jefferson remembered something and asked, "Governor, has the Petain Line been conquered? Why was there no one there when I came back?"

"That defense is tougher than Lars's knights. It won't be easy to break through, but considering the time, it should be soon."

Lind turned around and looked in the direction of the Pétain defense line.

At this time, in the Pétain defense line, the knights and veterans were huddled in the room, and no one was out patrolling.

Far from ending the weird rules in the defense, many new rules have been added over time.

The most terrifying thing is that some people in the fortress have started to disappear. They may have escaped from the fortress through some channels and returned to Doug's territory, or they may have directly slipped to the opposite outpost and surrendered to the enemy.

Of course, there are also people who really disappeared for unknown reasons.

Rumors of supply cuts intensified, especially after the last supply line, Silverwing City, fell.

Although the knights above claimed that the supply had not been cut off, and even if the supply was cut off, there were enough supplies in the fortress for everyone to survive.

That’s what they say, but the food distributed to the soldiers will not deceive people.

Although the fortress still has two meals a day, the portions of the two meals can only barely catch up with the amount of one meal before.

Originally, there might have been supplies that were randomly refreshed with notes about surrendering to the enemy, but because there are fewer and fewer people patrolling, these supplies are becoming less and less, or the gray-collar workers no longer need to use these methods.

"I'll go out and try my luck."

The old soldier finished his last bit of food and prepared to go out on patrol.

It's called patrol, but in fact it's looking for randomly refreshed supplies sent by the gray and white collar.

"It's better not to go. You have to hand it in anyway."

The knight leaned against the wall and raised his objection.

"But the brothers can't hold on any longer."

The veteran looked around and saw fellow soldiers with pale faces.

The soldiers around him were silent. This war was completely different from what he had imagined. There was no blood and fire, no glorious sacrifice, and they didn't even see the enemy except for playing football.

"You defended me when I stole the rebels' supplies once, and now it's time for me to repay you."

After saying that, the veteran prepared to go out and try his luck.

At this moment, a soldier climbed up and shouted, "Wait!"

The soldier then stopped the old soldier and asked quietly, "Are you from the gray collar?"

Everyone in the room held their breath. This was a taboo in the defense. One of the new rules added to the rule talk was not to ask teammates around you which side they were on.

"No, it's not. Although I have eaten the supplies from the Gray Collar before, I am not one of them."

"Then I'll go out with you. Let's find a place to escape together. Whether it's to join the other side or become a bandit, I don't want to stay here anymore."

There was an eerie silence in the room.

Finally, the knight said, "You know what? Just based on what you just said, we can capture you and exchange you for food for the masters."

"Catch them if you want!"

At this time, more soldiers stood up and stood beside the old soldier and said, "We had enough food, but it was all sold out by the masters above. They abandoned this fort a long time ago. What are we still holding on to here?"

The old soldier asked in shock: "Where did you hear all this?"

The soldiers looked at the old soldier in confusion: "These are all written on the small pieces of paper scattered everywhere? Didn't you put the notes there? Aren't you a white-collar worker?"

"I'm not. Although I ate the supplies they gave me, I'm really not."

The old soldier's eyes slowly changed from shock to horror.

At this time, the young knight stood up and said, "It was me who left the note."

"I am the insider."