"Your Highness, Jerlann, why are you here today?" Viscount Robertson was now a little fat and looked to be in his 40s. He had almost just gotten out of bed and was wearing relatively thin clothes.

"Uncle Robertson, long time no see." Jelan simply nodded, then raised his arm slightly. Three great knights came out from behind him and negotiated with the viscount, explaining the current situation. He himself stood by the window sill of the castle, overlooking the town and fields below, as well as the scattered villages.

Soon after, a sound of footsteps stopped behind Jelann.

"I have already communicated with Lord Viscount Robertson." Grace's voice sounded in his ears.

"Thank you for your help this time, Grace." Jelann turned around and put his hand on his companion's shoulder.

"No, in fact, our family has been bound to His Highness for a long time, because I am the only son of my father." Grace shook her head.

Although this generation of Viscount Robertson had several daughters, he only had one son, Grace. After hearing what had happened, he was filled with fear, but after being forced to calm down, he realized that there was no way out.

Even if he escaped, where could he go? His only son had joined Jelann's team and it seemed that he would never turn back. Now he had only one way to go.

After gradually sorting out his thoughts, Viscount Robertson slowly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Your Highness, if you want to raise an army, you must seize the opportunity and capture the surrounding counties before news arrives from the central western region."

"What plans does Lord Robertson have?" Jelann looked at the lord and asked calmly.

"Yes, I'm very familiar with those old guys around here. In fact, as long as we suddenly enter their castles and control them and their family members, we can easily tie them to our chariots. In this way, we don't even need to kill them, and we can easily and safely control this land."

Sure enough, when all the old shackles were broken, his mind was instantly opened up. The lord felt no guilt at all about dragging his old friend into the water, and was even full of excitement.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Grace."

"No problem, Your Highness."

"Well, let Trask and Linton follow you. They both carry holy swords and are also good at fighting in the mountains and forests. Try to complete it quickly, we don't have much time."

"We need to organize a fighting force before the western army approaches. We need to hold out for about a week, and then support from the south will arrive."

"Then the real fight will begin."

"We understand."

After finishing speaking, Grace led a team of White Lion Knights out of the hall quickly. Then, under the shouting and yelling from inside the castle, the cavalry of the Robertson family followed closely, holding torches high, and rushed into the cold night.

After the allied team set off, the lights in the castle were still on. The armor and weapons piled up in some warehouses were moved out one by one, and then began to be counted and distributed. From time to time, messengers rode out of the castle gate. They would spread the Viscount's orders to the villages and towns in the territory. The teams that patrolled the mountains in the past and the militia guards from all over the place would be summoned.

Receive training, distribute armor and weapons, and prepare for battle.

A new war will break out in the West, and this time the two sides will be the father and son of the Griffin family.

Young lions began to challenge the authority of their fathers, and the winner would become the new Griffin King.

Or maybe he no longer cares about the title of king, but cares more about the true meaning behind the king.

That is, to lead the people to victory after victory, whether it is war, economy, or everything in life.