Prince Herbert solemnly handed the charter to Martin, who took it with both hands, his eyes full of excitement and anticipation.
After Martin took the charter, Prince Herbert said, "Martin White, you can start preparing with your knights in the next few days.
The kingdom will give you, the nobles who have been granted fiefs, two months to prepare. After two months, you must go to your respective fiefs to take up your posts."
Martin nodded quickly, indicating that he understood. Then, he respectfully bowed to Prince Herbert and slowly withdrew.
Prince Herbert stood there for a long time, looking at Martin's departing back, his eyes deep. No one could guess what he was thinking.
As soon as Martin left the room, he didn't waste a moment and immediately told Eric to start preparing to return to the North.
At the command, the Knights of Dawn responded quickly and assembled efficiently. They kept on marching, quickly passed the checkpoint and rushed towards the northern border of the Kingdom of Charlemagne.
The trip was time-sensitive, with only two months left. Martin knew there was no room for delay and there was still a lot of preparation to be done.
After all, the Viscount's territory had nothing now, so they slept in the open air and never stopped for a moment along the way, just to get back to White's territory as soon as possible.
Half a month passed in a flash, and thanks to everyone's unremitting efforts, Martin finally returned to the White Territory he had been longing for.
As soon as he set foot in the North, Martin keenly noticed the thinness of the magical elements in the air. Compared with the places he had been before, it was a world of difference, not to mention Eric and Frost Ning, who must have felt it even more obviously.
After a brief reorganization, Martin and his party soon arrived at the Sword Oath City.
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