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Looking at Damian who was so righteous, Gerard was speechless.

No, it’s normal for you to be afraid of death, but don’t say it out loud!
It doesn’t matter if I heard it myself, the key is that the people of the Bronze Elephant Family are still here!

Gerd glared at Damian first, then smiled apologetically at Baron Tucker.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. Damian fell from a height when he was a kid because he was playful. So he has a resistance to flying in the air. He's not really afraid of death."

Tucker was about to respond when Damian spoke up:

"No, no, no, I'm just afraid of death. There's nothing to hide. Do you dare to say that you have no fear of death at all?"

Gerald was speechless for a moment, and Tucker next to him suddenly laughed out loud:
"Hahahaha, Master Damian is indeed as straightforward as the rumors say. I like your personality."

"And you are right. No one is not afraid of death. The so-called courage is nothing more than learning how to live with fear."

"It's a bit embarrassing to say this, but I almost wet my pants the first time I went to the battlefield. I couldn't recover for several days."

Damian's eyes suddenly lit up, and he was obviously interested in Tucker's first experience on the battlefield.

Jerde was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Damian accidentally won Tucker's favor.

But good luck won't last forever. Gerd was afraid that Damian would say something from the heart again, so he quickly changed the subject:

"Speaking of war, Baron Tucker and I came to you to discuss how to fight this war. Do you have any ideas?"

“No,” Damian blurted out, and then he caught a glimpse of the throbbing vein in his uncle’s temple.

"Ahem, what I mean is that although my father appointed me as the commander-in-chief, I have never experienced war in person and I don't have much experience."

"Rather than giving you random orders and causing you trouble, I would rather let you make plans and command the operations, and I will just learn from the side."

Jerde's expression eased slightly when he heard this, and Tucker cast a surprised look at Damian.

"Oh? Baron Gerd is your uncle, it's normal for you to trust him, but you and I are not familiar with each other, so why do you trust me so much?"

Damian smiled and said, "Of course, everyone in Lion's Nest doesn't know the reputation of the Bronze Elephant Family for their bravery and fighting prowess."

"And my father once said that a qualified lion king must know how to bring out the strengths of every lion in the pride. This principle also applies to the bronze elephant."

Tucker laughed again when he heard this: "Okay, just based on these two sentences of yours, I won't let you down!"

After saying that, he turned to look at Gerald, wanting to ask for his opinion.

Gerd was very clear about his nephew's level of warfare and knew that Damian was indeed incapable of commanding a war, so he also nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Damian tactfully took out the map, spread it on the table, and then folded his arms and listened.

Tucker and Jerde pointed at the map and agreed that they should follow the hint of Marquis Cross, first subdue the lord of Windmill Town, turn Windmill Town into a stable rear, and at the same time block Ryan's way to the north.

However, the two had differences in specific tactics.

Jerde suggested advancing slowly and steadily to avoid being attacked from both sides by Yinye Town and Wudou Town.

Tucker, however, thought that they should not be given too much preparation time to Yinye Town and should just crush them directly.

"Crush them? That's easy to say, but do you really think the knights under Ryan are trash?" Jerde said with a frown.

Tucker's face was full of confidence: "Except for those flat-haired beasts in the sky, my bronze elephant knights are not afraid of anyone in the wild!"

"As long as the Vulture Knights can tie up the enemy's air forces, I can push them all the way through. Even the walls of Silver Leaf Town can't stop the charge of the King Bronze Elephant!"

Gerd shook his head: "I admit that you Bronze Elephant Knights are invincible when you charge, but there is more than one Silver Leaf Town in our attack direction."

"Whether it's the Wetland Town in the west or the Fighting Town in the Cuifeng Valley, they may attack from behind and cut off our retreat!"

Tucker pressed his finger heavily on the map: "Wetland Town needs to face the attack of Master Sangis, how can they split their troops to attack our troops?"

"As for Wudou Town, we only need to send some knights to block the mountain pass. By the time they break through the blockade, we will have already taken over Yinye Town!"

Gerd argued: "What you said is an ideal situation. The risk is too great!"

Tucker retorted loudly: "War is always risky, and your Qilin family is still as cowardly as ever!"

"This is called being cautious! Who will be responsible if something unexpected happens?" Gerald said with a flushed face.

Tucker slammed the table: “I’ll take responsibility!”

"What are you responsible for?" Gerd asked.

Tucker stiffened his neck and shouted, "I'll take my own life!"

"Oh, your life is not qualified enough."

"What did you say?!"

Seeing the two men slamming the table and glaring at each other, about to start a fight, Damian quickly spoke up to smooth things over:
"You guys need to get out of here if you want to argue. Uh, I mean you guys should talk it out and stop arguing."

It would have been better if he didn't say anything, because as soon as he spoke he immediately got into trouble.

Gerd and Tucker immediately turned their heads and stared at him, saying at the same time:

"Who do you think has better tactics?"

"You are the commander-in-chief, you make the decision!"

Damian subconsciously pointed a finger at himself: "Huh? Me?"

He saw the two people in front of him nodding in unison, and immediately waved his hands:
"I can't do that. Why don't you just keep arguing?"

Gerd said in a deep voice: "Neither of us can convince the other, so we can only rely on you, the commander, to make the decision."

Damian showed a hesitant expression on his face: "But."

"No buts." Jerde interrupted, "Actually, you don't have to be nervous. These two tactics have their own advantages and disadvantages. You just need to choose the one that suits your taste."

"Besides, the situation on the battlefield changes very quickly. Even if we decide on the tactics now, we may change them in the future."

Damian nodded in sudden realization, then said cautiously:

"Well, I think Uncle Gerd's tactics are excellent."

Without waiting for Gerald to raise his lips, Damian continued:

"But what Baron Tucker said makes sense."

Gerald: “.”

"What exactly do you want to say?" Tucker asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"It's all fine. I suggest you draw lots," Damian responded.

When Gerd heard this, he knew that Damian's old problem of indecision had come back, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

"Stop it, war is no joke! Make a decision quickly!"

Gerald's urging made Damian more hesitant. Just as he was struggling, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind. "Uncle, don't worry. We haven't reached Windmill Town yet. We don't even know the situation of the town and the enemy. It's inevitable that there will be omissions in the tactics we formulate now."

"It won't be too late to make a decision after we check the intelligence gathered by the Vulture Knights!"

After these words were spoken, Jerde and Tucker looked at each other and could see the approval in each other's eyes.

"As expected of the Marquis's son, he is born with an outstanding talent for war." Tucker did not hesitate to praise him.

Gerald also said with relief: "Okay, at least you are willing to use your brain, then let's do as you say!"

"Oh, I just said that casually." Damian smiled sheepishly.

"Since Master Damian has given the order, I will take my leave and go check on the knights under my command to see if they are slacking off."

Tucker bowed slightly and tactfully asked to leave. The uncle and nephew must have something private to say, so as an outsider, he should leave as soon as possible.

With the sound of the car door, Tucker walked out of the car, and before leaving, he smiled and nodded to Gerald.

Damian saw that the two people who were originally at loggerheads had quickly reconciled in the blink of an eye, and he couldn't help but ask curiously:

"What's going on with you guys? You were about to fight just now, but now it's like nothing happened."

After Tucker left, Jerde's state was visibly relaxed.

He brushed off the wrinkles on his clothes and said nonchalantly:

"It's normal. Tactical discussions can easily lead to arguments, but it doesn't affect the relationship between the two parties."

"We are only arguing about tactics, not any real hatred. Once the commander makes a decision, we will immediately return to the way we were before."

Damian nodded thoughtfully, then continued, "Does it make sense for you to do this? In the end, won't it be up to the commander to make the final decision?"

Gerd replied: "You don't understand. Our quarrel is like the sharpening of a sword on a whetstone."

"The more you argue, the sharper your tactics and strategies will be. It can also provide the commander with a variety of ideas."

"Besides, if we hadn't quarreled, you wouldn't have come to your senses so quickly!"

Damian's eyes widened immediately: "Did you guys do this on purpose?"

Gerald shrugged: "It can't be helped. It's your fault that you can't change your lazy habit."

"But our tactics and quarrels were real. It wasn't intentional. It just happened at the right time. It also helped you develop your courage to lead the troops."

Damian sighed helplessly after hearing this: "Uncle, please stop torturing me. You know that I don't want to inherit my father's position, why do you have to force me?"

Gerald said firmly: "Because only you are qualified to inherit the Flame Lion family and become the new Lion King!"

Damian leaned back on the cushion and said lazily, "Come on, my two elder brothers are also qualified to inherit the throne of the Lion King. How come it's not my turn, right?"

Jerde lowered his voice and said, "The problem is that neither of your brothers is capable of leading a pride of lions."

"You don't have to speak so quietly. The sound insulation in this carriage is excellent." Damian said calmly.

"Also, why are you so sure that my two brothers are incapable?"

Gerald returned to his original voice and replied, "We have seen how they have performed over the years."

"Your eldest brother has more than enough courage, but lacks wisdom. He is not fit to be a lord."

"And he is the child of the former marquise. If he were to inherit the Lion King throne, how would your mother cope with it?"

Damian said noncommittally: "What about my second brother? He is my mother's biological son and very smart. Why don't you let him inherit the territory?"

Gerard replied: "Prince Sangis is indeed smart, but he is too smart and obsessed with conspiracy and calculation. Just as the Marquis said, he is more like a fox than a lion."

"And it is impossible for a fox to lead a group of lions. He almost lost the chance to inherit the territory. If it weren't for the Marquis' pursuit of fairness, he might not even be able to participate in this war."

"This is also the main reason why your mother and our Qilin family are more inclined to you. After all, the possibility of Master Sanjis inheriting the territory is too low."

Damian asked suspiciously, "Are my two brothers really as bad as you say? Am I not even worse?"

"At least you don't have their fatal weaknesses. You're just a little spoiled and have no opinion of your own. You can correct them slowly in the future." Gerd said in a gentle voice.

"Besides, you also have your strengths, such as great potential and good at listening to others' opinions. With a little training, you can become a qualified lion king."

Damian spread his hands and said, "But I don't want to be a lion king. My biggest dream is to maintain my current life."

Gerd was not annoyed when he heard this. Instead, he followed Damian's words and advised: "You can only realize this dream if you become the lion king."

"The competition for succession to the Flame Lion family has always been brutal. Just imagine what happened to the previous losers."

"If you fail to inherit the throne of the Lion King, even if your brothers are willing to spare your life, you will lose this comfortable life."

“What?” Damian sat up suddenly. “Are you trying to scare me?”

Seeing Damian's big reaction, Gerd immediately struck while the iron was hot:

"Although your eldest brother is loyal and righteous, he and you are still half-siblings after all. And given his character, he won't let you squander your money. He might even take you to the battlefield."

"As for Master Sanjis, he was jealous of the favor you received. It's good enough that he didn't target you after inheriting the territory. How could he let you enjoy your current life?"

Gerald's speculation was well-founded and Damian was successfully convinced by it.

"No! I can't lose my current life. I must win this war!"

Gerald nodded with satisfaction: "Very good! Your words are enough. Our Qilin family will fully support you!"

"Thank you, uncle!" Damian thanked sincerely.

"You're welcome. We are blood relatives! You also have the blood of the Qilin family flowing in your veins!"

Gerd stood up and said, "I know you have the habit of taking a nap, so I won't disturb you. Just be patient for a few more days, and you can have a good rest when we get to Windmill Town."

"Yeah, thank you for your hard work, uncle." Damian watched his uncle leave the car.

The moment the car door closed, the smile on his face disappeared.

"What do you mean by good at listening to other people's opinions? Why not just say that I am obedient and easy to control?"

Damian murmured to himself, "Even my uncle who cares about me the most has been blinded by power?"

"No, his original intention was for my own good, just like my mother. Unfortunately, they were all influenced by the Qilin family."

"Then what should I do? Do I really have to inherit the throne of the Lion King? It's so troublesome just thinking about it!" Damian muttered with a frown.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore." He stood up and took out a bottle of chilled wine from the wine cabinet.

“I just know.” Looking at his reflection in the wine, a smile reappeared on Damian’s lips.

"Life is short, enjoy life while you can~" (End of this chapter)