Tristan looked surprised upon hearing this, and then said to Todd in a praising tone, "That's right, Commander-in-Chief, it's really rare that you could think of this."
Todd leaned back slightly, looking at the other person with a puzzled expression: "I don't understand. Since you already know the future fate of Muxi Town, why did you still send those students here?"
The young deacon said, "Grand Master, you may not know this, but the situation in the capital is getting worse and worse, and these students have nowhere else to go. My master and I have a suggestion regarding Twilight Town and the Twilight Knights."
Todd listened to the other person's words and had a bad feeling: "Suggestion?"
"Abandon Twilight Town and head south with your Twilight Knights!"
Todd jumped up from his chair in shock: "What did you say?! Abandon Twilight Town?!"
Tristan pulled a large stack of documents from his bag: "These are things that my master and I went to great lengths to obtain. This is the order for the Knights' relocation, this is the pass for passing through the pass, and this is..."
"Wait a minute!"
Todd slammed his hands on the table and roared, "Are you kidding me?! There are over a thousand people in the town! How can so many people just be moved like that?! And winter is almost here, the heavy snow will soon block all the roads, and we won't even be able to leave our homes, let alone relocate the whole town!"
"Commander, please note that I did not say the entire town was moving south; I said the Twilight Knights..."
Seeing the man opposite him calmly utter those words, Todd gasped, his mind reeling: "You mean... you want me to abandon the whole town... and run away?"
Tristan pursed his lips: "Commander-in-Chief, this isn't an escape, it's a temporary retreat. You'll have a chance to return later..."
"You want me to leave the residents of Muxi Town to the pirates in the north and those brutal nobles?!"
Tristan's fingernails dug deeply into his palms, and he tried his best to hide his sadness and pain in his voice: "You can take all the people and things you deem valuable. As for the residents who remain, they were all subjects of the Silver Ring Kingdom in the past, and they shouldn't suffer too much..."
"What about those runaway serfs? What about those merchants evading exorbitant taxes? And what about those who chose to move to Muxi Town because they trusted me?!"
Losing patience, Tristan slammed his fist on the table, stood up, looked at Todd, and said coldly, "Commander-in-Chief, in war, the naive die the fastest! Necessary sacrifices are to avoid pointless casualties; only by living can there be hope for revenge!"
Todd's expression was eerily calm. He gripped the edge of the table and said in an unusually low, slow voice, "You may not believe it, but I have died once. Death is neither terrifying nor tragic. What is tragic is living a life worse than death, a life worse than extinction. Living can help you escape many things, but you cannot escape yourself."
Tristan was stunned.
In the young deacon's memory, Todd was a gentle, humble, and polite person. At this moment, he saw a side of this boy who was only 15 years old that he had never seen before.
The young man tidied the documents on the table, slowly walked to the door of the room, and turned to look at Todd: "Commander, words alone are far from enough to persuade me. What I want to hear is how you plan to deal with the double attack from the Silver Ring Army and the Northern Island Pirates. Please remember, it's the end of November, and your time is running out..."
Watching the butler disappear through the door, Todd slumped back into his chair and buried his face in his hands.
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Todd sat on a bench in the square in front of the church, watching the bustling crowd before him. No matter how busy they were, these residents would always bow and greet him as they passed by.
Just yesterday, Brother Joe and Old Aiden finally succeeded in developing the new cement. The new cement is faster to produce and has a shorter hydration time than the cement recorded in ancient books, and it is also harder and cheaper.
Old knight Cumberland was on the eastern plains of the town, training Huggins and his men on how to conduct group charges and combat, ensuring that these young men, who had been away from their horses for too long, wouldn't struggle to even perform basic combat skills on the battlefield.
Surrounded by the townspeople and after several unsuccessful protests, Knight Dion finally changed into neutral casual clothes and, along with a group of students, checked into a hotel on the town's commercial street.
Todd stared at the ground, sometimes recalling Tristan's words from the previous day, sometimes pondering how to deal with the future. This aimless contemplation continued from noon until sunset.
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