After nightfall, the temperature began to drop.
The spring night in the Northern Frontier was also quite cold.
In the camp, the soldiers lit a bonfire to warm themselves and boil water to cook.
At the same time, they began to chat.
The content was, of course, the meeting between the two marquises during the day, Marquis García's whip, and Marquis Charles' cry.
Colin blended in among these soldiers in a low-key manner, listening to their idle chatter.
Then he suddenly realized that the attitude of these soldiers towards Marquis Charles had an unexpected change.
Before today, these soldiers, especially the defeated soldiers who escaped from the Mirror Lake battlefield, had an extremely bad attitude towards Marquis Charles.
Contempt, disgust, disdain.
Of course, it was not surprising for a defeated general to have such a bad reputation.
Moreover, this Marquis Charles had also issued an emergency conscription order and used the people who were recruited as cannon fodder.
It could be said that if he was not the eldest son of the Duke, if it was not for the House of Saint Hilde's reputation in the Northern Frontier, Marquis Charles would have been swallowed alive by these angry soldiers.
However, Marquis Charles' cry during the day seemed to have gradually changed the direction of public opinion.
Colin listened carefully to the discussion of the soldiers and gradually came back to his senses.
He did not know whether Marquis Charles' cry was a display of his true feelings or a political show.
However, it did have the demeanor of a big-eared Liu.
That person was an expert in this aspect. The more he cried, the more he would win the hearts of the people.
In addition, regarding Marquis García's whip, Colin felt that there was a deep meaning behind it.
At that time, Colin's first impression of this was only one word — domineering!
This whip was not only aimed at Marquis Charles, but also at the Duke Of Saint Hilde's face.
Colin originally thought that this was Marquis García venting his dissatisfaction with the Duke. After all, this fiasco was ultimately because the Duke had hidden the Black Cavalry back then.
But now that he thought about it, it also meant to help Marquis Charles get rid of the blame — I have already whipped him in public, so you should not resent him anymore.
That was the gist of it.
From the looks of it, Marquis García was actually taking care of Marquis Charles …
While Colin was lost in his thoughts, a soldier suddenly came up behind him.
"Knight Colin, Marquis Charles invites you in!"
Colin was shocked. He hadn't expected the Marquise to come looking for him.
"Alright, please lead the way."
Colin wondered why Marquis Charles was looking for him as he followed the soldiers all the way to a luxurious tent in the middle of the camp.
"Greetings, Marquis!" As the first successor of the Angele family, Marquis Charles was qualified to receive Colin's kowtow.
"Knight Colin, please rise!"
Marquis Charles quickly stepped forward and pulled Colin up affectionately.
This Marquis looked to be in his thirties. His face was weathered, and his naked upper body was wrapped in bandages. It was unknown whether he had really suffered so many injuries or if he was just putting on a show.
However, Colin didn't care about this.
He wasn't like those soldiers who would be forgiven and sympathized with just a few cries from the higher-ups.
"May I know what orders the Marquis has for me?" Colin discreetly shook off Marquis Charles' overly affectionate hands and bowed as he asked.
Marquis Charles didn't answer immediately. Instead, he turned around and took a two-handed sword from a guard, solemnly handing it over to Colin.
"I'm sorry, Knight Colin. Your father, Baron Angele … unfortunately died in the frontlines … It's all my fault … This is his sword, please … My condolences!"
Marquis Charles started sobbing again as he spoke.
Colin couldn't help but admire his acting skills. His tears came at the drop of a hat, much better than some of the dead-faced young hunks.
"Marquis Charles, don't be like this! My father sacrificed his life for the country, it's his honor, not your fault. "
Colin also tried his best to squeeze out a few tears, his face impassioned, "I swear that I will kill all the invading trolls and avenge my father! Please give me this opportunity, Marquis Charles! "
Marquis Charles' eyes lit up, obviously not expecting Colin to be so tactful and cooperative.
He held Colin's hands and said loudly, "Don't worry, Knight Colin! I promise you that I will kill all these damn trolls and avenge Baron Angele and the other soldiers of the Northern Frontier who sacrificed their lives! "
Colin suppressed the disgust in his heart and said, "Thank you, Marquis Charles!"
"This is what I should do, Knight Colin!"
The two of them held hands and looked at each other with tears in their eyes, the atmosphere gradually became a little more intimate …
After a long time, the two film kings finally calmed down from the atmosphere just now.
Marquis Charles collected his emotions and pulled Colin to sit down together with him. "Knight Colin, I heard from Vera about your experience of escaping, so on behalf of my father and the House of Saint Hilde, I want to thank you for protecting Vera from the trolls!"
"This is what I should do."
Marquis Charles nodded, and then his tone suddenly became a little ambiguous.
"Knight Colin, from my sister's story, I can clearly feel that she values you. Moreover, I heard that she personally begged Archbishop Raven to treat you with pure holy water. Haha, I have never seen my sister value another man so much in all these years."
"Miss Vera's kindness, I will never be able to repay it!"
Colin understood that Marquis Charles probably saw his military talent from Vera's narration, and that was why he wanted to buy people's hearts now.
However, if Marquis Charles had extended an olive branch to him before this battle, Colin would not hesitate to be loyal to him.
But now, Colin would not easily get on this broken boat that was in danger of capsizing.
"However, Knight Colin, even if you inherit the title of Baron of the Angele family, I am afraid that if you want to marry my sister, you will not be able to …" Marquis Charles continued speaking, as if he was speaking from the bottom of his heart.
"Marquis Charles, how would I dare to have such thoughts? Miss Vera is a goddess-like figure. How would I dare to blaspheme her? "Colin would not admit that he had such thoughts.
"Haha, Knight Colin, you don't have to belittle yourself like this!" Marquis Charles smiled and waved his hand. "With your talent, you will definitely be able to make contributions on the battlefield, and it will not be difficult for you to be promoted."
"Marquis Charles, you are overpraising me. Fighting for the Northern Frontier is my lifelong wish, and I dare not ask for more. "
Colin felt a little despised in his heart. This Marquis Charles actually used his sister as a bargaining chip to buy people's hearts.
What's more, Colin did not believe that Marquis Charles had much say in Vera's marriage.
Of course, Marquis Charles may not really want to help Colin marry his sister.
The promise of such a political figure was as unreliable as the boss's "Do well, and I will definitely give you a promotion and a raise in the future".
Therefore, Colin was flattered on the surface, and even showed some attachment, but he was secretly vigilant in his heart.
Marquis Charles did not seem to see Colin's perfunctory attitude, and he still treated him warmly.
The two talked for a long time, and it was as if they regretted not having met earlier.
It was not until late at night that Colin got up and said goodbye.
Marquis Charles personally sent him out of the tent.
Just as Colin was about to bow and say goodbye, Marquis Charles suddenly looked behind Colin and said in surprise.
"Huh? Sister, it is so late, and you are not asleep yet! "