"Which part are you guys from?" One of the soldiers in a b****y red uniform asked in a hoarse voice. He was wrapped completely in armor, revealing only his b****y eyes, which were the same color as his armor.
"We are Viscount Maxibel's men." The burly man heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the question of the leader of the soldiers in b****y red uniform. He spoke in a Karlian accent, so he should be one of their own.
The Karlians were relatively united in the face of the national disaster. Of course, he did not include those spies in the Faustine team who were killed earlier, because practically, those traitors were Faustinians.
"Viscount Maxibel? The lord of the south?" The soldier in the b****y red armor asserted, "There is indeed such a lord. I think he is a noble under the financ
