Socially anxious people transmigrate to another world; living in seclusion is too difficult.

On the third day, Fitz attended the meeting initiated by General Bowen, commander of the Fourth Army, as scheduled. It was more like a gathering than a meeting. As soldiers, their entertainment was relatively simple, consisting of drinking, bragging, and discussing politics. Moreover, this meeting was not a serious one; it was just an opportunity for everyone to get together and vent their frustrations.

When Fitz arrived at the Fourth Army headquarters, he found that the other commanders had already gathered in Bowen's office. He was the last one to arrive, so he gave an awkward smile and greeted the others: "Hehe, you all arrived quite early."

"Feiqi, why are you the last one here!" Bowen stood up to greet him. The two usually communicated frequently and had a good relationship, so Bowen did not blame Feiqi. Instead, he smiled and invited him to sit down.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry. I timed my arrival perfectly, but I didn't expect you all to arrive so early. I'm truly sorry." Fech apologized as he took his seat, and the other commanders also moved to make room for him.

The six chatted for a while, mostly about trivial and interesting things in the army. Seeing that it was getting late, Bowen suggested, "Gentlemen, I think it's getting late. How about we go somewhere else to drink and chat?"

The others exchanged glances, realizing they were about to get down to business, and all agreed. Then, led by Bowen, they headed to the restaurant.

The dinner was held not far away, inside the Fourth Army Headquarters. Bowen was a food lover, so a separate kitchen was set up to cook for the officers of the headquarters. At the same time, a private room was set up on the first floor of the headquarters specifically for internal dinners.

After everyone sat down, they chatted for a while before the meal was officially served.

"Gentlemen, welcome to my Fourth Army. Today we won't discuss military affairs or politics. It's a rare occasion for brothers to gather. Come, let me toast you all!" After Bowen finished speaking, he picked up the wine glass on the table, drank it all in one gulp, which drew cheers from the room. Then everyone began to drink and toast each other.

Fei Qi had been observing the atmosphere at the table. At first, everyone was talking about drinking, hunting, elemental powers, and stories of their past military service. It seemed like a simple gathering of brothers. But as the drinks flowed and the meal was halfway through, Bowen stood up and said, slightly drunk, "Brothers, I have something to tell you all!"

Upon hearing this, everyone at the table turned to look at Bowen. Fitch knew the main topic was about to be discussed, so he sat up straight and listened attentively. Bowen said, "Recently, morale in my Fourth Army has been low. Everyone is talking about how the nobles of the Duchy, especially those in the capital, have lost their noble demeanor and claim that they are oppressed by the nobility. This phenomenon is not limited to soldiers; even the officers have similar voices. Just the day before yesterday, my secretary came to me to plead his case and asked me to send troops. When I asked him what happened, he said that his wife had mysteriously disappeared and was eventually found dead on the outskirts of the capital. He also said that she had been kidnapped by a black market servant, and the mastermind behind the black market servant market is Count Sigrid, who is far away in the capital!"

The other commanders at the table exchanged glances, but none dared to speak. Bowen continued, "How can we lead these troops? I wonder if any of you have similar situations in your armies? To be honest, the main reason I invited you all here today is to ask for your advice on how to solve this problem."

After Bowen finished speaking, the table fell silent. Everyone was thinking about how to respond. After a short while, Tang En, the commander of the 13th Army, slammed his hand on the table, startling everyone. Tang En downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, then stood up and said angrily, "Commander Bowen, don't talk about you. There are similar situations in my army. But in my opinion, this is by no means a coincidence. Either someone is spreading rumors, or it is true!"

The others asked, "What do you mean?"

"Have you ever seen a soldier joke about his own family?! Those who join the army either love the Duchy or want to earn some pay so their families can live a better life. How could they possibly joke about their loved ones like this!" Don said irritably, then asked, "If this kind of thing happens in your army, then it means that the rumors of the royal nobles doing such despicable things are not unfounded. If not, then it is because Commander Bowen and I failed in our command that I resigned immediately!"

"Don is right," Commander Duncan of the Fourteenth Army chimed in. "My Fourteenth Army and the Thirteenth Army are the closest to each other, and the same thing happened there. It's impossible that I arranged for someone to spread such rumors in the Thirteenth Army, is it? What do you all think?"

Seeing that the same incident had occurred in three armies, the commanders of the remaining two armies no longer concealed anything and revealed the situation in their respective armies. After discussing for a while, everyone focused their attention on Fitch, who had not yet spoken. Bowen took the lead and asked, "Commander Fitch, the Second Army has always been a model for our Northern Garrison. What do you think we should do?"

Seeing that the time was ripe, Fei Qi first pretended to be in a difficult position, sighed, then picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and seemed about to put the glass down, but then raised his hand and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. He then slammed the glass heavily on the table and said angrily, "To be honest, my daughter Carol came back a while ago."

"Oh? That's a good thing, why are you so downcast?"

"It has been confirmed that Carol was also kidnapped by that black servant merchant!" Fitch said, tears welling up in his eyes, and then he buried his face in his hands on the table, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Ah? Is that really true?!" The others were shocked and quickly comforted Fei Qi. After all, none of them had experienced it firsthand; only the officers and soldiers below had encountered it. Fei Qi's crying only made them more convinced of the black servant merchant's story. They all knew that Fei Qi had always loved Carol deeply and would not deceive them with Carol's story.

After a while, Fech returned to his normal state. He said with a hint of sadness, "I lost my composure, but Commander Bowen is right. The mastermind behind the Black Servant Market is indeed Countess Sigrid. I met Carol after she was kidnapped to the royal city."

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"Damn it!" Don slammed his fist on the table in anger again. He was the most hot-tempered of all these people, but the others were also very angry. As commanders of an army, they all loved their soldiers like their own children, otherwise Bowen would not have specially summoned them for this matter.

"If you ask me, these nobles in the capital have been living in peace for too long. Now that they hold high positions and are nobles, they've become greedy! We who lead troops in the field, let alone being commanders, have never had any noble titles. We never expected to be protecting these parasites!" Duncan complained with dissatisfaction.

After he said that, the others also agreed: "That's right, why should we protect these parasites!"

"Commander Fech, what do you suggest we do? If this isn't resolved, I'm afraid our troops will have to be disbanded soon," Bowen asked Fech.

Everyone fell silent for a moment, waiting for Fei Qi to speak. Fei Qi fiddled with the knife, remaining silent for a long time before finally saying, "In my opinion," and then slammed the knife down on the table, saying, "Why don't we go against them!"

The other five remained silent, none daring to speak. This was not something to be easily reversed. Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent. After a long while, Bowen finally spoke up and asked, "How can we rebel? With just our Sixth Army, can we possibly rebel?"

“We can rebel,” Fei Qi said firmly. “The closest city between the northern garrison and the capital is the 17th Army’s garrison. Although there are other garrisons along the way, they are mostly small units. As long as the 17th Army blocks the news, the news of our five armies meeting up in the north won’t reach the capital so quickly. When we meet up with the 17th Army, we can march south at full speed and reach the capital in less than three days. Even if the news leaks along the way, the capital’s garrison won’t be able to assemble so quickly. With our six armies’ nearly 100,000 troops, we can take the capital!”

"At that time, we can use the pretext of eliminating a scourge for the country. Even if we fail, it won't implicate our soldiers. Instead, it will draw His Majesty's attention to these parasites. What's wrong with doing something that benefits the country and its people!"

Fei Qi spoke with righteous indignation, leaving the other five stunned. After listening, Don was the first to speak up: "I think it's feasible! Let's do it! A coward isn't a hero!"

After thinking for a moment, Duncan raised his hand in agreement: "Although it is risky, it is a good thing for the country. If those nobles continue to do this, the duchy will be doomed sooner or later."

With three votes in favor, the commander of the Eighth Army had been observing the attitudes of Bowen and the commander of the Seventeenth Army. If either of them agreed, he would follow suit. Little did he know that the commander of the Seventeenth Army was also observing his and Bowen's reactions. After all, they would pass through his territory, and his location was crucial, so he couldn't easily express his opinion.

The final decision quietly shifted to Bowen. He frowned, but finally stood up and said, "Let's do it!" Seeing his agreement, the other two also stood up to express their agreement. The six reached a consensus, each filled their cups with wine, raised their cups and drank together, agreeing to meet their troops at the Wenluo River three days later.