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

Wesker, who was hanging on the horse's back, finally vomited during the bumpy ride.

When the followers saw Wesker woke up, they stopped and helped Wesker off the horse.

"Water, give me water!"

Wesker snatched the water bag from his attendant's waist and took a big gulp before coming to his senses.

After being blown away, Wesker lost consciousness after seeing Lucanus torn into pieces, but now it seems that it was his followers who hung him on the horse and escaped.

This group of followers really tried their best to bring Wesker out of the chaos.

"Lost?"

Wesker uttered two simple syllables in a low voice, as if he wanted to confirm the outcome of the war, but was afraid that his followers would really tell him.

"Sir, at least when we escaped, the coalition forces had already been defeated."

"So where are we now?"

"The valley was in chaos at the time, and it was impossible to go back. All we could do was take you in one direction. We are now near the River of Tears."

Before the attendant could finish speaking, Wesker punched him in the face.

"You bastards! Why didn't you wake me up? If I were here, I would definitely be able to turn the tide and command the coalition forces to defeat those Lars! It's all because of you! That's right, it's because of you that I failed. This failure is not my fault!"

Then Wesker angrily grabbed the henchman and asked, "Are you the enemy's undercover agent? Tell me! Did you accept a bribe from Lars?"

"Sir, I have been in the Evans family since I was a child. Have you forgotten?"

Originally, Wesker only intended to distance himself from the defeat and immediately released the henchman.

Now that he had found a reason, Wesker no longer had any psychological burden and asked directly, "What should we do now?"

"Let's find the way back first, sir. We have identified the general direction, and we have war horses. We will be back to the territory soon."

Wesker nodded. As long as he returned to his territory, he would be able to make a comeback soon. But in order not to attract attention, Wesker took off the armor on his horse and his followers and walked towards his territory.

As the evening approached, Wesker's stomach began to growl, so he turned to the guards and asked, "Did you bring any food?"

The followers looked at each other in bewilderment. The food was with the cook, but the cook had disappeared in the explosion. At this moment, a wisp of smoke happened to rise not far away, and Wesker and his followers carefully explored it.

After pushing aside the bushes, Wesker saw a camp where dinner was being cooked, and in the camp a group of nuns were kneeling and praying with their backs to him.

It turned out to be just a group of nuns. Wesker felt relieved. They might just be nuns from a church who were visiting and spreading the gospel and set up a camp on the road to rest.

After confirming that there were only nuns, Wesker straightened his clothes, put on the spare cloak handed to him by his squire, making himself look more like a noble, and then stepped into the camp with a proud step.

"Hey! Are you nuns from the Church of the Goddess of Light? I am a believer of the Goddess, and I need your help..."

Before Wesker could finish his words, the nuns all turned their heads. They all wore strange bird-beak masks on their faces, and the eyes of the masks were glowing strange red, as if they had discovered their prey.

"You...are you a cultist? What are you going to do? I am a noble champagne aristocrat. I have plenty of money. I will pay you as much as you want..."

Before he could finish, Wesker saw the nuns pick up the metal fire pokers on their legs and stand up.

Wesker recognized that one; it was the same fire stick that fired the molten ray on the battlefield.

"The goddess has actually answered our prayers again! Thank you for the gift from the goddess."

These were the last words Wesker heard before he fainted.

At this time, Lind did not dare to slack off in the camp. Almost all the troops were sent out to hunt down the escaped nobles. These were not only real results, but also to prevent these nobles from really going back and making a comeback, especially Wesker.

However, after experiencing such a defeat, it would be difficult for those nobles to reorganize an attack in a short period of time. In other words, if there were nobles who could reorganize an attack, the defeat would not have been so quick this time.

There were even quite a few nobles who surrendered directly, and when they did so they were arrogant, thinking they would be treated preferentially.

This is also the traditional thinking of aristocratic wars. If you lose the war, don't you just pay the ransom? And since you are the leader of the surrender, shouldn't the other lord treat you well to attract more people to surrender?

But these nobles may have forgotten that they came here in the first place with the intention of taking military merit and leaving no one alive. One of the reasons why the gray-collar workers fought back was revenge. This was a war to kill people, not a petty fight between nobles.

The fact that Lind kept sending people to search for these fleeing nobles had already made his attitude clear, and these nobles who had fled were quickly stripped of all their equipment and imprisoned.

This war went more smoothly than Lind had imagined. Not to mention the subsequent minefields, he didn't even have to deploy Isa's meteorites. Although Lind didn't pin his hopes of winning on this kind of metaphysics at the beginning.

Although almost all the people in the camp were mobilized to search for these nobles, to be honest, Linde was still relatively relaxed. He was not worried that some blind people would dare to come and steal the house. The reason was that Lena was still in the camp.

At this time, Lena was wearing a single piece of clothing and walked into Lind's tent holding a roast duck.

"Brother, it's time for dinner."

As usual, Linde and Lena squatted in front of the big tent, tearing the roast duck on the plate and watching the sun slowly set in the distance. After the breeze blew, the moon and stars gradually appeared.

Actually, Linde didn't like this posture very much. If possible, Linde would rather sit on a chair, but Lena liked this posture very much, because for her it was the most rude and the most comfortable posture. In order to be on the same level with Lena when chatting, Linde gradually got used to it.

Reina had just finished taking a shower. After all, she had just come down from the battlefield and was wearing ill-fitting armor, so she must have been sweating all over.

The fragrance of soapberries mixed with the smell of blood on the battlefield blew to Lind with the evening breeze. This was the first time Lind smelled this scent.

“Did you use soapnuts?”

Linde asked curiously. After all, although every noble family had a dedicated soap maker who used the most expensive soap nuts made by alchemy, Reina had never used this kind of thing, and she didn't even bring a soap maker with her when she came to Gray Collar.

"I asked my grandfather to send me two pieces of soap last time, but I forgot to use them. This thing is really hard to use. I washed for a long time but couldn't get rid of the smell of blood."

The breeze blew the girl's golden hair. The girl, squatting on the ground, touched her hair to prevent it from being messed up by the evening breeze.

"How's it going? Do you like it?"

The girl didn't know what she was asking, but Lind only then realized that the girl in front of him, who had just retreated from the battlefield and still smelled of blood, was his fiancée.

Before Lind could answer, Lena broke off a large greasy duck leg and handed it to Lind.

"Here, brother, this is for you. This is strong enough."

The beautiful filter was shattered in an instant.

"Thank you."

Linde, with a speechless look on his face, grabbed the duck leg and started to eat it angrily.