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Frank's eyes were filled with admiration. Such a young man was not afraid of love, did not give up, and bravely faced it. Such courage was enough to win his favor and praise. He whispered, "Please come as soon as possible. I'm afraid Adolf the Great will pass on the throne to the Crown Prince." Werther's heart skipped a beat. If this news was true, then before Karov can ascend the throne, they must first determine the candidate to be the Empress. At that time, Vivian would be in danger. Once we're done with the chaos in the Northern Frontier, I will rush there immediately! " Frank smiled, mounted his horse and shouted: "Let's go!" Leading a long convoy back to Caesar.

Vivian's small face came out of the carriage and she cried, "Werther! You must come! I'll wait for you! " Werther nodded with all his might, and then waved his hand with great strength, until the caravan was out of sight. Only then did he come back dejectedly. This pure intellectual beautiful girl had unknowingly occupied an important place in his heart, and he could no longer bear to part with her. I'll pick you up, Vivian, I swear! "

After Vivian left, everything was back on track. Werther also began to prepare to enter the barracks and take over the five thousand elite soldiers. In a month, they would leave for the northern front. James did not give much guidance on this matter. He only told James how to lead the troops, that it was always the same, that it was not special and that it was possible to get along with the soldiers, coupled with the rewards and punishments, they would naturally be supported. In the end, he even said, "You must treat your soldiers with the same care as you yourself, so that you can stand firmly in the army!" In his previous life, such a theory was not that rare in China. Moreover, it was indeed the best golden law among the military generals.

The night before they had entered the military camp, Hobbes had led a person directly to the Count's manor through the Space Gate and met up with Werther. This person had a black face and a thick beard. He was none other than the Silver Swordsman, Markos, who Werther had defeated in the Magic Martial Competition. When he saw Werther bow his head deeply first, he expressed his respect. Marcus felt admiration for this young expert who possessed extreme strength, especially since he knew that Werther had found him for a reason. He was also excited, but also a little excited at the same time.

"Marcus, do you know why I called you here?" Werther asked calmly. "Yes, Young Master Werther!" Marcus replied. "Alright, I won't beat around the bush then." Werther stood up. "I heard that the main business of your Wild Wolf Mercenary Group is within the territory of the Kaiser Empire?" Markos lowered his head and said, "Yes, young master Werther. We have a total of ten or so points at Kaiser. Kaiser is the most powerful among them, and there are thirty or so people standing guard here throughout the year." Very good. Marcus, are you willing to be loyal to me and sacrifice everything, even your life, for me? " Werther asked in a deep voice!

He took out a dagger, cut his thumb, and wiped the blood on his forehead as he said in a deep voice, "Great God of Fathers, I, Marcus, am willing to serve Lord Vitellore as my master for all eternity. Even if I have to lose my life and fall into the underworld, I will not hesitate!" His voice was firm and gave off a sense of trustworthiness. This was one of the heaviest oaths to allegiance in the Grace Mainland. It was equivalent to offering up everything to one's master, without holding anything back. Even the Celestial King would not dare to break this oath.

Werther smiled in satisfaction and helped him up. "Very good." From now on, you are my confidant. I called you here to give you a mission. Your mercenary group will be under my name, and I will not lose a single copper coin. "I want you to continue to run the Kaiser business. I want you to find a way to infiltrate the center of Byzantium and gather information for me. I need all sorts of information." What was the most important factor in determining victory or defeat in a battle between two armies? Information! Whoever had the latest and most accurate information would be in an invincible position! For Vivian's sake, he had to go against Caesar, so he had to start preparing now. Marcus was the best candidate, and that was why he was chosen.

Marcus couldn't conceal the excitement in his eyes. Lowering his head, he said, "Yes, this subordinate will definitely try his best to complete the mission entrusted to me by Master!" Werther said, "Just call me Young Master." Other than scouting around for information, you have another important thing to do, and that is to protect the Prime Minister's granddaughter, Miss Vivian. Remember, even if all of your subordinates die, even if you lose your life, you can't cause any damage to Vivian! Do you understand? " Markos could only nod his head heavily!

Werther sat down and said indifferently, "I have a clear reward and punishment. Since you are my subordinate, the more powerful you are, the more confident you will be in handling matters for me. This, you take first. " He took out a magic manual and said, "It records the cultivation experience of a warrior from Silver rank to Saint rank. It also records the location of 365 acupoints in the human body. The method of cultivation, if you have good talent, you can break through to Saint rank within a few years!"

Marcus' eyes shone like a beast's! A book on battle qi training! And the knowledge of acupuncture points! Such a secret scripture would only be passed down in large religious sects like the Dark Council or the underworld clans or clans that had passed down for thousands of years. A warrior like him, who came from an unorthodox background, would never be able to obtain it in his entire life! And now, this master had given it to him so easily! Markos picked up the book with trembling hands. He was so excited that he didn't know what to say. If the oath he had made just now had been an investment based on his interest in Werther's strength and influence, then now he was truly submitting. He was truly dead set on this!

Werther glanced at him and said in a casual tone, "Don't be agitated, this is nothing." As long as you do things to my satisfaction, I still have a higher cultivation method here. I'm afraid you don't have that kind of luck. Alright, work hard. " A higher level! Once one surpassed the Saint level, he would become a demigod! That was an area that Marcus would never even dare dream of touching. He had already been knocked unconscious, and he had no idea what to say. He could only keep on nodding and kowtowing.

Fifteen years had passed since his teleportation. Werther had grown up from a trembling kid who didn't dare to show his edge. He was now a saint level expert, a peerless warrior who could fight against a SemiGod expert head-on. Markos misunderstood. He thought that reaching SemiGod would already be the pinnacle of mankind. What Werther meant was, "I have a way to become a God too!" If Marcus knew the truth, he would definitely faint on the spot from happiness. Werther already had the ability to do so. He had cultivated the first two stages of the Nine Revolutions Imperishable Gilded Body, had the three supreme incarnations of Buddha, and had a cheating device like the stump of a reaper on his body. Let alone a Saint-rank expert, even an ordinary demigod had to bow down before him. After a long period of hibernation, this giant dragon that descended from China was finally going to soar into the sky. It displayed its elegance, its charm, and the essence of Chinese civilization to the Grace Mainland and even the entire God Realm!

Werther gave him a few more details to deal with, and Marcus, after getting the instructions, left the Count's estate an hour later. He left and left, using a magic array to teleport back and forth, appearing extremely mysterious. Right now, their master-servant relationship was definitely not known to the outside world. Werther also relied on this free chess piece, being able to play a huge role in crucial moments. This was an investment.

Early the next morning, Werther was fully dressed, and after seeing his father, he left the Count's mansion, officially joining the Eighth Flag Group of the Central Legion! The young maid, Alan, bitterly tried to follow him, but Werther refused to listen to him. In the end, it was James who came forward and stopped her from doing so. Werther didn't bring any with him. He rode a warhorse out of the imperial capital and headed straight for the military camp outside the city.

Other than the imperial guards who were stationed in the imperial palace all year round, the rest of the Central Army was stationed in the imperial city. The most famous army outside of Dawn City was the City Defense Army, which was the largest and had more than 10,000 people. The eighth batch of flags was also stationed outside the imperial capital, but they were much further away than the garrison. It took Werther a day and a night to arrive on the morning of the third day.

From far away, he could hear the loud and clear sound of bugles in the camp. Werther immediately dismounted and came to the entrance, saying to the soldier at the door, "I'm the newly appointed banner captain of the Eighth Flag Regiment, Vittlan. I'm here to report in." "I'll have to trouble you to do it." He took out a document from the imperial military to prove himself. The soldiers on duty immediately saluted, and one of them ran into the camp to report. After a while, a bearded man led a dozen officers to welcome them. Werther, under his father's guidance, knew that this bearded man was called Barry, the former leader of the Eighth Flag Regiment. This man was extremely valiant in battle, but his private life was a little uncertain, and that was why he had been demoted.

Barry laughed in a loud voice: "Is this the young master Werther from the Klein Empire who is said to be on par with Nicholas of the Church?" "Hello, this is Barry!" Although his tone was a little frivolous, his expression was very sincere. Werther smiled. "Hello, I'm Werther." The two of them extended their hands and held each other's hands. There was a strange smile on Barry's face, and a wave of yellow qi surged out of his hand. Werther's face was as calm as ever, and there was nothing abnormal in his hands. Bahrain's expression changed slightly, and his qi surged even faster. But Werther still watched him calmly.

No matter how much qi he released, Werther had easily dispelled it. Only now did he realize that the young man in front of him had unfathomable strength, and was not someone he could handle. He was just about to admit defeat. Werther laughed out loud and released his hand on his own. "Vice Captain Barry is really enthusiastic. You even forgot to let go of my hand. Today is my first time here, so I'll have to trouble you to show me around."

He naturally knew Werther was saving his face, but he still said, "Captain Werther, you don't have to worry about that. A loss is a loss, I'm not as good as him, and your heart is even more worthy of my admiration. I'll work with you from now on!" He turned around and shouted at the soldiers, "You bastards, listen up! From now on, Baron Vitellone is the highest ranked officer of the eighth banner, and also the most respected superior to me, Barry! If you dare not obey my orders, don't blame me for not recognizing you guys! " The soldiers below shouted loudly, "Yes!" A few military officers whispered, "He was an expert to begin with, yet you still want to provoke him. Now that he has lost, you have to use words to hide your face! Tsk!" Barry glared at them, and the officers fell silent.