I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 153 The Assembly of the Noble Alliance

"Sir, the donkey is ready!"

Viscount Evasen nodded casually to the soldier who was reporting.

"I understand. Go report to the butler and ask him to take over here."

"Yes, sir."

The soldiers left, and Viscount Evasen and Knight Matica continued on their way.

Seeing his uncle's relaxed demeanor, Knight Mattica couldn't help but ask a question.

"Uncle, what kind of commotion has occurred?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

Viscount Evasen spoke instinctively, then added another sentence.

"Relax. It's just that my master needs me to go to war for him. You know I would never put myself in danger at this age."

The Matica knight nodded and did not ask any further questions.

But sensing his nephew's curious gaze, Viscount Evasen continued speaking.

"Do you remember the Kingdom of Molinar in the south? I taught you about it."

The knight from Matica nodded with slight excitement.

Viscount Aivasen began in a casual tone, "A large group of Gear Heretics suddenly appeared in the royal city of Molinar, and the Papacy hired my lord to suppress them."

"Encirclement and suppression?"

The Martinica knight noticed something amiss.

The Kingdom of Molinar is far away, while the Viscount's title is that of the Duke of the Kingdom of Snow.

There are too many problems here.

The Papacy hired nobles from the Kingdom of Snow to suppress heretics in the Kingdom of Molinar.

What about the church city next to the royal city?

How did the heretics get into the royal city?

Why haven't the heretics been eradicated yet?

"My lord."

ga-

The soldiers standing guard at the main gate saluted the Viscount and opened the gate for him.

"Yes, encirclement and suppression."

Viscount Evasen led his nephew into the main house.

The Matica knight took the opportunity to glance at the house he hadn't seen in a long time.

The Viscount's main residence is similar in layout to Baron Talis's, with two floors and a predominantly wooden structure.

However, the viscount's house was twice the size, and the outer walls and the first floor of the main house had elaborately constructed brick walls that enclosed functional facilities such as the stables and blacksmith's shop.

Compared to a simple main residence, it's more like a city within a city.

Viscount Evasen led his nephew into the main house.

He closed the door and continued speaking.

"Although we face different issues, the sources of our troubles are the same."

The Knight of Matica couldn't believe it.

"Is this also related to the deceased saint?"

"right."

Viscount Evasen led Knight Matica into his study.

"The saint's death is strange; the news spread far too quickly. Both the Holy Burning Cathedral in the Kingdom of Snow and the Eternal Illumination Cathedral in the Kingdom of Molinar are sending teams to the ruins to verify the news."

"That girl brought many benefits to the ordinary Light Guardians, so even though the archbishops on both sides tried their best to stop her, the Light Guardians almost forcibly set off in groups."

"If it weren't for this sudden heretical riot, they might have actually stormed into the ruins of the God War in a group."

"Even in this situation, those warriors of light preferred to abandon the extermination of heretics in order to search for the saintess's whereabouts. It is said that they only calmed down after the Pope himself gave the order."

In the end, even the viscount himself managed a forced smile.

Hearing the news that his all-powerful uncle had somehow obtained, Knight Mattica broke out in a cold sweat.

Although he was still young and had never left this area, he had heard countless stories of court intrigue since childhood.

Is the Vatican really going to take drastic measures against the nobility this time?

Is there any need for it?

The dragon horse and the complete seed of life are both in their hands!

If the Papacy does not help the nobles, the nobles themselves will cause their offspring to become incomplete due to reproduction, until they are broken and no different from commoners.

There must be some purpose he doesn't understand.

Swah——

The sound of parchment turning and the dust it kicked up drew his attention back.

Viscount Evasen opened a dusty wooden chest at some point and pulled out a rolled-up scroll that had been pressed flat and hardened from among the parchment.

Snapped.

He turned and slapped the forearm-length scroll into Matika's hand.

Could this be...?

The knight from Matica looked at the item in his hand, his breathing quickening slightly: "Uncle, what is this?"

"A magic scroll, something you've always longed for since you were a child."

Viscount Evasen closed the wooden chest and clapped his hands.

"I don't need this, but I believe it can help you."

"this……"

Martina seemed to have returned to his childhood. He stood there blankly, looking at the scroll in his hand and then at his uncle, not knowing how to speak.

The viscount possesses a life seed blessed by the Church, which is indeed of no use.

Use with care.

Viscount Evasen patted his nephew on the shoulder and offered a reminder.

"You have no magical talent; using magic consumes your life force."

……

The few days passed quickly.

It's another morning.

The nobles gathered as agreed in the Valos Knights' territory.

"Haha, generous little Talis. You actually brought so many women to reward the soldiers. Look at them holding those spears, I feel like fighting them myself."

Baron Stern looked at the procession behind Baron Talis and burst into laughter.

Baron Talis frowned.

The four knights following behind him also gave him hostile looks.

This was because, in addition to the hundreds of bewildered soldiers following behind them, there were also more than four hundred wounded slaves with fearful expressions.

More than half of them are women.

That's so embarrassing.

Seeing the state of his new slaves, Hicko frowned.

Camo reached out and grabbed his arm.

With the arrival of new slaves, these remnants of the slave-catching team finally found a purpose.

After a brief period of training, these slaves understood their duties and place.

If we don't fight, we won't survive this winter!

Camo, Hicko, and the other members of the slave-catching team understood that this was their time to prove themselves!

They must kill the goblins first, then capture the rest.

We absolutely cannot hold back any longer!

Although the soldiers were somewhat confused, they had already received orders from their superiors.

They understood that this was a real battle!

As in training, they hung quivers on both sides of their horses, waiting for the Baron's order to fire.

Although Baron Talis and his four knights could not find suitable weapons, they carried several heavy spears with them on the side of the dragon horse.

Although Baron Stern only had two knights behind him, the fighting spirit of his hundreds of soldiers was extremely high.

"Wearing leather gloves is not a noble demeanor. A soldier's achievements speak for themselves."

Baron Taliss retaliated against Baron Stern for not wearing gauntlets but instead wearing hunting leather gloves.

As for the other party's mockery.

He dismissed Baron Stern's words as nonsense.

This childless old man had no idea what he was facing.

However, he didn't want to talk about it.

Baron Talis looked at the Knight of Matica, who was alone with a dozen or so soldiers lined up beside him.

He spoke in aristocratic language: "Has your problem been resolved?"

Knight Martina looked up and looked away from the leather gloves on Baron Stern's hands.

There seemed to be something protruding under the glove.

He looked at Baron Talis and nodded, replying in aristocratic language, "His Excellency has agreed; the troublesome apprentice has been devoured by the beast."

"Very good. Ready to depart."

Baron Taliss steed his dragon horse around to face his own troops.

"My warriors..."

As he began his pre-battle speech, Baron Stern turned to face his troops.

The voices of the two barons mingled together, and the Knight of Matica subconsciously touched the scroll at his waist.

It's fine.

They're just a bunch of goblins.