With the help of the Lillens family in the House of Nobles, Lillens promised to help Lind complete the name record without a castle.
Unfortunately, the entire territory has developed quite well by now, but the Truk family lacks connections within the House of Nobles, so they have no choice but to turn to Lilens for help.
Fortunately, it was a minor matter. Li Luns said that as long as he had a name in mind, he could just tell him directly, and that this thing would be done very quickly.
"Hmm... what's your name?"
Linde isn't very good at naming things; he had to rack his brains just now to name Miss Elf.
"How about calling it Divine Grace Territory? No, no, that's too flashy..."
"A halo collar? That's too strange..."
"Blackstone Territory, this one is not bad, I'll take it."
The territory contains a large amount of blackstone ore, and the castle will definitely be made of blackstone in the future, so calling it Blackstone Territory is perfectly fine.
From now on, this place will be called Blackstone Territory.
After choosing a name, Lind felt much more at ease and soon sent someone to deliver the letter to the fortified city of Gross.
"Oh right, we also need a flag to symbolize my territory. What kind of design should we get..."
Everything in the territory was thriving and developing in a positive direction. After a few days of leisure, Lind actually began to long for the arrival of war.
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"How dare you! What do you think this place is?"
"Who allowed you bunch of paupers to come in? This is the House of Nobles!"
At this time, a heated discussion was taking place in the House of Nobles in the capital of the Kree Empire.
Both sides have their own version of events and want to completely defeat the other.
At this moment, Grand Duke Kerry was sitting in the highest seat, quietly listening to the argument below.
It's clear that this isn't the first time they've had such an argument.
It's nothing more than some trivial matters between territories; the argument will be over in a while.
The real discussion is yet to come.
After the crowd below the stage had finished arguing, Archduke Cree stood up and looked at Earl Sutherland beside him.
"Let's begin today's topic."
"Sutherland, how long can you hold out?"
At this moment, Sutherland sat arrogantly in his seat with his legs crossed, and said:
“Kerry, those bastards of the Sass Empire can’t get past my defenses.”
Although Count Sutherland was now arrogant, he knew in his heart that this time was different from the past.
The military report he received before heading to the capital stated that the Sass Empire had mobilized almost all of its forces this time, deploying its entire army.
Many sentries at the border have already been quietly eliminated.
Fortunately, after a period of recuperation, the resources and combat manpower in their territory were plentiful.
This was thanks to the previous war, in which the main force consisted of the Grand Duke's army and a portion of Truk's army.
Their own army did not suffer too much loss.
He was still very confident that he could keep the Sass Empire out.
"If you ask me, we should also take action this time and fight them head-on. If we win this battle, we can almost take down the Sass Empire as well, and completely end this century-long war."
"no!"
A loud voice rang out, and Sutherland knew who was speaking without even looking, instantly becoming furious.
"Put everyone on the line? Who will farm the land and how will we eat? If we don't win, we're doomed."
"Old Truk, are you chickening out?"
Sutherland didn't hesitate to make sarcastic remarks, as if venting his anger at this moment was the only purpose of his meeting.
"Bullshit! Me, a coward? We have superior weapons and technology. We could have waited until the gap widened further and then crushed them in one fell swoop. Why would we risk our lives against them now?"
"Our current weapons are not enough to completely defeat them, and this year the central region is experiencing a severe drought; the rivers are almost dry. Don't you agree, Feng En?"
Earl Bruce Truk turned his gaze toward Earl Lucien von En.
"That's right. I've already dispatched all the mages in the territory and applied for additional assistance from the academy, which barely prevented the wheat seedlings that were just planted in the spring from drying out."
"It's impossible to put all the nation's resources into it; if we did, the economy and food supply would collapse!"
Sutherland curled his lip and said:
"That won't do. Even so, you must send troops. Your main army can remain stationary, but you must send your nobles with elite troops to support me."
"Seconded"
"Seconded"
At this moment, Count Truk sighed and said:
"I have another way that can greatly reduce your stress."
Sutherland said with a hint of mockery:
"You? Last time your Second Legion was almost completely wiped out. How many of your troops can still be considered elite?"
"Of course I'm not referring to them."
Truk clapped his hands and said towards the door:
"Please welcome the Holy Spirit Church, Cardinal Archbishop."
"Dracro".
"What!?"
The door opened, and an elderly man dressed in magnificent clothes slowly walked in. He had a solemn expression and exuded an aura of awe.
Everyone fell silent, their eyes fixed on him.
Grand Duke Crete, who was at the head of the group, stared at the archbishop, his eyes slightly narrowed, seemingly lost in thought.
"The archbishop himself has come; what brings him here?"
Kerry asked openly.
Delacroix bowed slightly and said:
"Having heard that the Sass Empire has launched a full-scale invasion, the Holy Church is willing to send Holy Knights to assist the Kree Empire."
These words shocked all the civil officials and nobles present.
Count Sutherland was filled with suspicion; he couldn't believe the church would be so kind as to extend a helping hand to them for no reason.
Sutherland glanced at the silent Earl Truk beside him, lost in thought.
Yes, Truk's family was recently attacked by a cult and received a lot of help from the Holy Spirit Church. The church must have made some kind of deal with Truk at this time.
In addition, the Feng family was already a count family that was close to the Holy Church, and the Holy Church's influence had already silently spread to most of the Kree Empire!
Sutherland looked at Grand Duke Clement, wanting to see what choice he would make in this situation.
Grand Duke Clement was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke:
"Is the Church willing to send Holy Knights to help us fight against the Sass Empire?"
Delacroix smiled slightly and said:
"Your Excellency need not worry. The Holy Church is solely dedicated to upholding faith and justice, and seeks nothing else."
Grand Duke Kree still had doubts, but with the Sass Empire's army pressing in, the addition of the Holy Knights would undoubtedly strengthen their forces and resolve some unnecessary troubles.
He looked at Earl Sutherland and asked:
"Sutherland, what do you think?"
Although Sutherland was reluctant, he knew that refusing at this moment would not be a wise move, and he snorted coldly:
"Something is better than nothing."
Grand Duke Crete nodded and said:
"In that case, this matter is settled. I hope the Archbishop can arrange for the Holy Punishment Knights to go to the front lines as soon as possible."
Delacroix bowed again:
"Rest assured, Your Majesty, the Holy Knights will depart immediately."
After everyone finished discussing the details, the meeting ended.
The crowd dispersed, and the archbishop left the House of Nobles, surrounded by a group of nobles.
Now, only a few of Kerry's de facto leaders remain in the House of Lords.
"Truck, you've let a wolf into the house!"
Sutherland slammed his fist on the table and began to hurl insults at Truk.
"You knew perfectly well that this was an overreach of authority by the church, how dare you!"
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