"Father, are we really going to go on like this?"

The son of the Marquis of Ebner Elfaro stood beside his father with a complicated expression, and the middle-aged man's eyes were full of struggle.

He looked at his father, who was indifferent, gritted his teeth and said, "Father, we can't go on like this, the soldiers under our command are already suspicious of us, and they have begun to doubt us!"

"Oh, and then?" the Marquis of Elfaro's gaze didn't change much.

He looked at his 'unsuccessful' son, and the dissatisfaction in his eyes was self-evident, but his son never felt it.

Just because he is his eldest son and has the right to inherit the title of the first in line, is it so 'carefree'?

'What a disappointment for myself......

The bored Marquis of Elfaro picked up the glass jar that was placed on the table and played with it in his hand, and he could feel a slight tremor in the glass jar, a tremor that diluted his disappointment in his son.

However, they ...... "the eldest son of the marquis, who has not yet been able to inherit his father's title in middle age, is speechless, and with his mouth and brain that can only 'talk' with ladies, it is difficult for him to compare with his father in such a matter."

He had a brilliant father, but he was a pustule himself, but he hadn't discovered it yet.

Even now, he was wearing a silk robe that fit closely, and because of the protection of magic, he didn't feel the cold.

Unlike Ebner Elfaro, the eldest son of the Marquis was pampered from an early age, and in the winter, even the Marquis of Elfaro wore thick clothes, and as the 'eldest son', he had no worries, and played with his 'wisdom' in front of his father in a comfortable and warm silk robe.

"If they suspect us, then they will defect, or flee, and if they flee, we will lose the war, with the stupidity of Krylov III-"

Just as he was smug and showing off his pitiful intelligence, the Marquis of Elfaro said lightly: "Shut up!"

The marquis's eldest son seemed to have been suddenly choked by the neck, and his voice stopped abruptly.

He glanced at his father's face and obediently closed his mouth.

As the eldest son of the Marquis, as the son of Abner Elfaro, he still had a little bit of observation, and he knew that his father rarely had a look on his face when he was angry, and he would not show his anger, like this—expressionless, indifferent, this is what his father looked like when he was angry.

His son finally closed his chattering mouth, and the Marquis of Elfaro didn't even look at him, but absorbed his attention in the glass jar in his hand.

"Get out!"

The Marquis of Elfaro did not explain anything to his son, "If you want to play with women, go if you want to hang out with your fox friends, don't bother me." ”

For his son, who had grown up in flattery, the Marquis of Elfaro had already had no hope, so naturally he did not show any disappointment now.

The eldest son of a marquis, who had been excellent but had become a pus-filled marquis because of 'false pride', was relieved to see that his father didn't say anything.

He couldn't see that his father was already disappointed in him, because in his opinion, his father was like this to everyone, but he didn't expect that he was the only son known to the Marquis of Elfaro, and he had the same attitude towards his own son - it was conceivable that the Marquis of Elfaro was already very disappointed in his son.

The eldest son of the Marquis closed his mouth, glanced at the Marquis of Elfaro, turned around, pouted, and stepped on the plush carpet to leave the room.

After he left, the Marquis of Elfaro couldn't help but sneer.

"What an idiot!"

I don't know who the Marquis of Elfaro is talking about, whether he is talking about his son, or whether he is talking about raising his son to be like this?

The Marquis of Elfaro never took his eyes off the glass jar, and his withered hands caressed the can, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

It was also cultivated with exhaustive effort, why is his son so bad?

"Little Adolf...... Well, I guess I can't call you 'Little Adolf' anymore, you have a grudge against me, do you?"

Feeling the tremor in the glass jar, the Marquis of El Farro muttered to himself like a psychopath, into the seemingly empty glass jar.

The frequency of the glass jar fluttering did not change in any way, and the Marquis of Elfaro naturally couldn't feel the emotion of the thing in the glass jar, so he was just talking to himself.

"How nice it would be if you or Krylov III were my son......" Marquis Elfaro closed his eyes and leaned back, "in that case, I probably wouldn't have done these things......

............

"Haven't you arrived yet?"

Krylov III stood on the hillside, looking at the city in the distance, whose walls had been partially stained red, and even the rain and snow could not wash away the blood-colored filth.

Behind the hill, the morale of the army had been depressed to a certain extent, and although it had been winning, it was progressing slowly, and in the case of the capture of Vallo, there was no doubt that the old fox of Abner Elfaro was playing tricks.

The 'soldiers' who were not afraid of death held off their attacks with their flesh and blood, and after that, their advance became sluggish, costing many soldiers with their lives every time they advanced.

But on the other hand, even though the soldiers and officers suffered casualties, the nobles did not suffer any casualties, and they cowered in the rear, without thinking of snatching military merit, because every victory was under their 'wise leadership'......

What a bunch of shit guys!

Only the arrival of 'reinforcements' can boost the morale of the soldiers, and the 'reinforcements' must also be 'sad wind leaders'.

Everyone knows that the army of the 'Sad Wind Leader' was more than 200 people when it first came, but now there are more than 180 people left.

But it was these 'two hundred men' who led them to victory after victory, and the nobles could only say a few nice words, and even the knights and officers under their command only had a few dry words of 'praise for them', 'We have won the victory under Sir so-and-so', 'We are soldiers of so-and-so family, and we are proud of it'.

Even Krylov III knew that he didn't look good in the eyes of the soldiers, and apart from the 'unfulfilled promises', his ability to command battles was mediocre, and even if he wanted to do something, his reputation in the army was not as high as that of the Tosolo Knights.

This is very dangerous, and Krylov III knows that it is a very dangerous thing!

Even though he knew that his 'teacher' was not that kind of person, those annoying nobles always mentioned the disadvantages of this matter in their ears......

If the knight of Tosolo really wanted to, even if he cut off the heads of the nobles present, the soldiers at the bottom would not say anything, they would just stand by and watch - even if it was himself, probably only some people would be dissatisfied.

Thinking of this, Krylov III felt that if his former self saw his current appearance, he would also feel very strange, right?

He sighed, rejected the coat handed by the servant, and turned and walked down the hill.

He was not a great king like his father, but he was ...... After all, he has become a king!'

The indecisive Krylov III retreated for the time being, and looking at the barracks behind the hillside, Krylov III's ambitions returned.

"Your Majesty—"

After Krylov III returned to the barracks, his herald hurried over, his face full of surprise, "Here they are!

"Our reinforcements, they're coming!"