Chapter 1116: Chapter 312: Branding the Ducas Clan (10,000 Words) (3)

The deep and weary eyes moved away from Mark, looking at his broken body.

A voice filled with sighs sounded from Donovan’s mouth.

"Once, as a father, I thought that as long as I could protect the Ducas Clan and the Marquisate of Dukas, it would be enough."

"But now as a father I understand, it is because I am old, afraid to witness life passing, turning into corpses..."

"For as long as one faces war, casualties are inevitable!"

"They are either someone’s children, a wife’s husband, or a child’s father..."

"Perhaps because at this near end, as a father, I instead feel that your thinking is correct."

"Only by possessing a powerful military force can the Ducas Clan make the enemy fearful and prevent them from having any unwarranted thoughts against us."

"Even if the journey to become stronger requires a greater price, it is worth it."

Donovan’s gaze shifted back to Mark beside the large bed, speaking solemnly.

"So... Marquis Mark Duca, act boldly according to the will in your mind!"

"Whether it is a Duke or the Emperor of the Empire..."

"You must know, the once Carolingian Clan was merely rebels of the Elfini Empire!"

"The Carolingian Clan forcibly split the current Karedi Empire from the Elfini Empire and established its own Empire!"

"If the Carolingian Clan could become the Emperor of the Empire, why couldn’t the Ducas Clan?"

Listening to Donovan’s resolute words, Mark’s body trembled even more.

Looking at Donovan leaning on the large bed, Mark’s mouth moved, ready to speak.

Donovan continued, "I have said my piece, you may leave!"

Mark closed his mouth instantly, giving Donovan a deep glance.

He bowed in salute, stepped back twice, turned, and walked out of the bedroom.

Watching Mark’s tall, slender back gradually recede.

Donovan opened his mouth, exhaled a long breath, and his face displayed an obvious look of relief.

The long exhale seemed to release all the power from his body.

Donovan could no longer maintain his sitting posture, his body slowly moved, and eventually lay flat on the large bed.

Hoo~ hoo~ hoo~

Donovan’s gaze was fixed directly on the ceiling above the bedroom.

Heavy breath continued to come from Donovan’s mouth.

Donovan’s eyes were full of flicker, as if with memories and hesitation.

A barely audible murmur resonated from Donovan’s throat.

"There... though remote and barren, it can escape the clamor of war."

"Even if difficult, at least... at least there is still a chance to survive..."

...

The following morning.

Lynn, having awoken early, was eating breakfast with Red at the dining table.

A series of footsteps echoed from outside the reception hall.

Swallowing the soft bread in his mouth, Lynn slightly raised his head to look over.

It was the soldiers responsible for patrolling Morgan Town.

The patrolling soldiers quickened their pace, stopping about four to five meters from Lynn.

They bowed in salute, speaking respectfully.

"Lord, while patrolling we discovered."

"Lord Wesley is leading a large convoy, moving towards Morgan Town."

"At this point, they should be within the bounds of Morgan Town..."

Lynn responded, "I understand."

Seeing no instructions or inquiries from the Lord, the guard bowed in salute and quickly withdrew.

Glancing at the patrolling soldiers exiting the reception hall, Lynn retracted his gaze.

With a thought, he opened the [Holographic Map] and took a look.

Just as the patrolling soldiers said.

Wesley, clad in composite armor and riding a warhorse.

Leading Earl and a group of armored cavalry, were escorting a large workforce into Morgan Town.

They were either carrying or pushing items, or maneuvering two-wheeled carts...

Almost everyone was transporting goods, to varying degrees.

Some burly men held restrained pigs in their arms...

After scanning for a moment, Lynn closed the panel in front of him.

Wesley led seventeen hundred armored cavalry to attack the manor at Boxi Town.

As long as they do not encounter ambushes or get surrounded by countless peasants.

The likelihood of being wiped out by the enemy is extremely low!

The cavalry, wearing defensive armor, wielding five-meter-long winged spears for length advantage.

As long as the horses accelerated, they would be like a sharp, solid blade.

Tearing those without any armored defense - guards and peasants - to shreds!

Moreover.

The cavalry’s high mobility and agility were demonstrated once more!

From dispatching Wesley with Earl and a group of armored cavalry to Boxi Town.

To now returning to Morgan Town with everyone.

It took only two days and one night!

This further solidified Lynn’s resolve to expand the cavalry at any cost!

After finishing breakfast and resting for a few minutes on a wooden chair.

Lynn walked out of the manor castle with Red, halting at the edge of the open-air courtyard’s wall.

Through the gaps in the wall, Lynn gazed into the distance.

A group in black-gray was moving along the gravel and mud road between fields in the distance.

As time passed, the black-gray silhouette became increasingly clear.

Until the distance between the procession and the manor castle was only a few hundred meters.

With the height of the manor castle wall and the bright sky, Lynn could clearly see Wesley and Earl on horseback.

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